The Shoemaker's Holiday, or The Gentle Craft · chunk 33 of 38
Dekker, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [Jul 15, payment] (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Punish the journeyman villain, but not the journeyman shoemaker. My Lord I come to bring unwelcome news, Your Nephew Lacie, and your daughter Rose, Early this morning wedded at the Savoy, None being present but the Lady Mairesse: Besides I learned among the officers, The Lord Maior vows to stand in their defence, 'gainst any that shall seek to cross the match. Dares Eyre the shoemaker uphold the deed? Yes sir, shoemakers dare stand in a woman's quarrel I warrant you, as deep as another, and deeper too. Besides, his grace, today dines with the Maior, Who on his knees humbly intends to fall, And beg a pardon for your nephews fault. But I'll prevent him come sir Roger Oteley, The king will do us justice in this cause, howe'er their hands have made them man and wife, I will disjoin the match, or lose my life. adieu monsieur Dodger, farewell fools, ha ha, Oh if they had staid I would have so lambed them with flouts, O heart, my codpiece point is ready to fly in pieces every time I think upon mistress Rose, but let that pass, as my Lady Mairesse says. This matter is answered: come Rafe, home with thy wife, come my fine shoemakers, let's to our masters the new lord Maior and there swagger this shrove Tuesday, i'll promise you wine enough, for Madge keeps the seller. O rare! Madge is a good wench. And I'll promise you meat enough, for simpering Susan keeps the larder, I'll lead you to victuals my brave soldiers, follow your captain, O brave, hark, hark. The Pancake bell rings, the pancake bell, tri-lill my hearts. Oh brave, oh sweet bell, O delicate pancakes, open the doors my hearts, and shut up the windows, keep in the house, let out the pancakes: oh rare my hearts, let's march together for the honour of saint Hugh to the great new hall in Gracious street corner, which our Master the new lord Maior hath built. O the crew of good fellows that will dine at my lord, majors cost today! By the lord, my lord Maior is a most brave man, how shall prentices be bound to pray for him, and the honour of the gentlemen shoemakers? let's feed and be fat with my lords bounty. O musical be still! O Hodge, O my brethren! there's cheer for the heavens, venison pastimes walk up and down piping hot, like sergeants, beef and brewis comes marching in dry fats, fritters and pancakes comes trolling in in wheel barrows, hens and oranges hopping in porters baskets, collops and eggs in scuttles, and tarts and custards comes quavering in in malt shovels. Whoop, look here, look here. How now mad lads, whither away so fast? Whither, why to the great new hall, know you not why? The lord Maior hath bidden all the prentices in London to breakfast this morning. Oh brave shoemaker, oh brave lord of incomprehensible good fellowship, who, hark you, the pancake bell rings.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Punish the iornyman villaine, but not the iorneyman shoomaker. My Lord I come to bring vnwelcome newes, Your Nephew Lacie, and your daughter Rose, Earely this morning wedded at the Sauoy, None being present but the Ladie Mairesse: Besides I learnt among the officers, The Lord Maior vowes to stand in their defence, Gainst any that shal seeke to crosse the match. Dares Eyre the shoomaker vphold the deede? Yes sir, shoomakers dare stand in a womans quarrel I warrant you, as deepe as another, and deeper too. Besides, his grace, to day dines with the Maior, Who on his knées humbly intends to fall, And beg a pardon for your Nephewes fault. But Ile preuent him come sir Roger Oteley, The king wil doe vs iustice in this cause, How ere their hands haue made them man and wife, I wil disioyne the match, or loose my life. Adue monsieur Dodger, farewel fooles, ha ha, Oh if they had staide I would haue so lambde them with outes, O heart, my codpéece point is readie to flie in péeces euery time I thinke vpon mistris Rose, but let that passe, as my Ladie Mairesse saies. This matter is answerd: come Rafe, home with thy wife, come my fine shoomakers, lets to our masters the new lord Maior and there swagger this shroue Tuesday, ile promise you wine enough, for Madge kéepes the seller. O rare! Madge is a good wench. And Ile promise you meate enough, for simpring Susan kéepes the larder, Ile leade you to victuals my braue souldiers, follow your captaine, O braue, hearke, hearke. The Pancake bell rings, the pancake bel, tri-lill my hearts. Oh braue, oh swéete bell, O delicate pancakes, open the doores my hearts, and shut vp the windowes, kéepe in the house, let out the pancakes: oh rare my heartes, lets march together for the honor of saint Hugh to the great new hall in Gratious streete corner, which our Maister the newe lord Maior hath built. O the crew of good fellows that wil dine at my lord, Maiors cost to day! By the lord, my lord Maior is a most braue man, how shal prentises be bound to pray for him, and the honour of the gentlemen shoomakers? lets feede and be fat with my lordes bountye. O musical be stil! O Hodge, O my brethren! theres chéere for the heauens, venson pastimes walke vp and down piping hote, like sergeants, beefe and brewesse comes marching in drie fattes, fritters and pancakes comes trowling in in whéele barrowes, hennes and orenges hopping in porters baskets, colloppes and egges in scuttles, and tartes and custardes comes quauering in in mault shouels. Whoop, looke here, looke here. How now madde laddes, whither away so fast? Whither, why to the great new hall, know you not why? The lorde Maior hath bidden all the prentises in London to breakfast this morning. Oh braue shoomaker, oh braue lord of incomprehensible good fellowship, whoo, hearke you, the pancake bell rings.