The Shoemaker's Holiday, or The Gentle Craft · chunk 38 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 T6 Money, debt and credit · 476 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
With the old troop which there we keep in pay, We will incorporate a new supply: Before one summer more pass o'er my head, France shall repent England was injured. What are all those? All shoemakers, my Liege, Sometimes my fellows, in their companies I lived as merry as an emperor. My mad lord Mayor, are all these shoemakers? All Shoemakers, my Liege, all gentlemen of the Gentle Craft, true Trojans, courageous Cordwainers, they all kneel to the shrine of holy saint Hugh. God save your majesty all shoemakers Mad Simon, would they any thing with us? Mum mad knaves, not a word, I'll do't, I warrant you. They are all beggars, my Liege, all for themselves: and I for them all, on both my knees do entreat, that for the honour of poor Simon Eyre, and the good of his brethren these mad knaves, your Grace would vouchsafe some privilege to my new Leden hall, that it may be lawful for us to buy and sell leather there two days a week. Mad Sim, I grant your suit, you shall have patent To hold two market days in Leden hall, Mondayes and Fridays, those shall be the times: Will this content you? Iesus bless your Grace. In the name of these my poor brethren shoemakers, I most humbly thank your Grace. But before I rise, seeing you are in the Giving vain, and we in the Begging, grant Sim Eyre one boon more. What is it my Lord Maior? Vouchsafe to taste of a poor banquet that stands sweetly waiting for your sweet presence. I shall undo thee Eyre, only with feasts, Already have I been too troublesome, Say, have I not? O my dear king, Sim Eyre was taken unawares upon a day of shroving which I promised long ago to the prentices of London: for an'dt please your Highness, in time passed I bore the water tankard, and my coat Sits not a whit the worse upon my back: And then upon a morning some mad boys, It was Shrove-Tuesday even as 'tis now, Gave me my breakfast, and I swore then by the stopple of my tankard, if ever I came to be Lord Maior of London, I would feast all the prentices, This day (my liege) I did it, and the slaves had an hundred tables five times covered, they are gone home and vanished: yet add more honour to the Gentle Trade, taste of Eyre's banquet, Simon's happy made. Eyre, I will taste of thy banquet, and will say, I have not met more pleasure on a day, Friends of the Gentle Craft, thanks to you all, Thanks my kind Lady Mairesse for our there, Come Lords, a white let's revel it at home, When all our sports, and banquetings are done, wars most right wrongs which frenchmen have begun.
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With the olde troupe which there we kéepe in pay, We wil incorporate a new supply: Before one summer more passe ore my head, France shal repent England was iniured. What are all those? All shoomakers, my Liege, Sometimes my fellowes, in their companies I siude as merry as an empror. My mad lord Mayor, are all these shoomakers? All Shooemakers, my Liege, all gentlemen of the Gentle Craft, true Troians, couragious Cordwainers, they all knéele to the shrine of holy saint Hugh. God saue your maiesty all shoomakers Mad Simon, would they any thing with vs? Mum mad knaues, not a word, Ile doot, I warrant you. They are all beggars, my Liege, all for themselues: and I for them all, on both my knées do intreate, that for the honor of poore Simon Eyre, and the good of his brethren these mad knaues, your Grace would vouchsafe some priuilege to my new Leden hall, that it may be lawfull for vs to buy and sell leather there two dayes a wéeke. Mad Sim, I grant your suite, you shall haue patent To hold two market dayes in Leden hall, Mondayes and Fridayes, those shal be the times: Will this content you? Iesus blesse your Grace. In the name of these my poore brethren shoomakers, I most humbly thanke your Grace. But before I rise, séeing you are in the Giuing vaine, and we in the Begging, graunt Sim Eyre one boone more. What is it my Lord Maior? Vouchsafe to taste of a poore banquet that standes swéetely waiting for your sweete presence. I shall vndo thee Eyre, only with feasts, Already haue I béene too troublesome, Say, haue I not? O my deere king, Sim Eyre was taken vnawares vpon a day of shrouing which I promist long ago to the pren tises of London: for andt please your Highnes, in time past I bare the water tanker my coate Sits not a whit the world my backe: And then vpon a morning some mad boyes, It was Shrouetuesday éeune as tis now, Gaue me my breakefast, and I swore then by the stopple of my tankerd, if euer I came to be Lord Maior of London, I would feast al the prentises, This day (my liege) I did it, and the slaues had an hundred tables fiue times couered, they are gone home and vanisht: yet adde more honour to the Gentle Trade, taste of Eyres banquet, Simon's happie made. Eyre, I wil taste of thy banquet, and wil say, I haue not met more pleasure on a day, Friends of the Gentle Craft, thankes to you al, Thankes my kind Ladie Mairesse for our théere, Come Lordes, a white lets reuel it at home, When all our sports, and banquetings are dome, Warres most right wrongs which frenchmen haue begun.