Dekker, Thomas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1611 [c.1611-c.1613; re-licensed for stage, Aug 21, 1623] (Annals) tragicomedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) · Red Bull unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
What shoe was the last you drew on? A yellow. A yellow! I never wore that colour. Yes Madam by that token when I fitted you first, you wore not your shoes so high i'th' instep, but methinks you now go clean awry. A fault I cannot help, many Ladies besides me go so, I hope 'twill grow to a fashion.. Has not that fellow done there? Yes sir, I have now done, I have a suit to you Madam, that none may be your shoemaker but I. Thy Master thou sayst serves me, I should wrong him then. Yet do you me more wrong, oh my Tormiella! Is the leaf torn out where our Love was writ, That I am quite forgot! Softly good sweet. Oh misery, I make myself a thief, To steal mine own, another at my fire Sits whiles I shake with cold, I fatten a stranger, And starve myself. Danger throws eyes upon thee, Thus visit me, watch time for my escape To any Country, by thy dearest side I'll lackey all the world o'er, I'll not change Thee for a thousand Kings; there's gold. Not yet done? Yes sir, I'm only taking instructions to make her a lower chopine, she finds fault that she's lifted too high. The more fool she. The King comes Madam, he inquires for you. My brother Iohn is gone then? I ha' bestowed him as you commanded, in's grave. he's best there, Except the Gods, Kings love none whom they fear. How now! My Shoemaker. Oh haste fitted her, so, hence sir. As a worm on my belly, what should the Ant, On his poor Molehill brave the Elephant, No, Signior no, No brains to stay, but saves a head to go. Let me have no more of this: have not we eyes Pointed like sunbeams, go to, get you in. angel from Heaven, fall'n a king's Concubine. May it please your Grace, Ha! Her Highness drowned in sorrow, that your brow Has been so long contracted into frowns, Wishing to die unless she see it smoothed, Commends her best love to you in this jewel The Image of her heart. My Lord Admiral, my wife's grown kind, see! One of the happiest hours Mine age e'er numbered; would your highness now Would fetch up the red blood her cheeks hath lost By sending her, some symbol of your love. Pray step yourself unto her, say I lock My heart up in your bosom to her use, and give it her I'll lend it in your name. Do. She shall pay her heart for it in interest. I'll see her anon Leave us, stay you, and set that Table here. A chair, none trouble us, do you serve the Queen? Yes sir. We know you now, y'are in our eye Are the doors fast? They are Sir. Nearer yet, Do not you know of a conspiracy, To take away my life upon Saint— tush, No matter for the day, you know the plot Sir?
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What shooe was the last you drew on? A yellow. A yellow! I neuer wore that cullor. Yes Madam by that token when I fitted you first, you wore not your shoes so high i'th instep, but me thinks you now go cleane awry. A fault I cannot helpe, manie Ladies besides me goe so, I hope 'twill grow to a fashion.. Has not that fellow done there? Yes sir, I haue now done, I haue a suit to you Madam, that none may be your shoo-marker but I. Thy Master thou sayst serues me, I should wrong him then. Yet doe you me more wrong, oh my Tormiella! Is the leafe torne out where our Loue was writ, That I am quite forgot! Softly good sweet. Oh miserie, I make my selfe a theefe, To steale mine owne, another at my fire Sits whiles I shake with cold, I fatten a stranger, And starue my selfe. Danger throwes eyes vpon thee, Thus visit me, watch time for my escape To any Country, by thy dearest side Ile lackey all the world or'e, Ile not change Thee for a thousand Kings; there's gold. Not yet done? Yes sir, I'me onely taking instructions to make her a lower Chopeene, she finds fault that she's lifted too high. The more foole shee. The King comes Madam, he enquires for you. My brother Iohn is gone then? I ha bestow'd him as you commanded, in's graue. Hee's best there, Except the Gods, Kings loue none whom they feare. How now! My Shoo-maker. Oh hast fitted her, so, hence sir. As a worme on my belly, what should the Ant, On his poore Mole-hill braue the Elephant, No, Signior no, No braines to stay, but saues a head to goe. Let me haue no more of this: haue not we eyes Pointed like Sun-beames, goe to, get you in. Angell from Heauen, falne a Kings Concubine. May it please your Grace, Ha! Her Highnesse drown'd in sorrow, that your brow Has beene so long contracted into frownes, Wishing to die vnlesse she see it smooth'd, Commends her best loue to you in this Iewell The Image of her heart. My Lord Admirall, my wife's growne kind, see! One of the happiest houres Mine age e're numbred; would your Hignesse now Would fetch vp the red blood her cheekes hath lost By sending her, some simbole of your loue. Pray step your selfe vnto her, say I locke My heart vp in your bosome to her vse, and giue it her Ile lend it in your name. Doe. She shall pay her heart for it in interest. Ile see her anon Leaue vs, stay you, and set that Table here. A chaire, none trouble vs, doe you serue the Queene? Yes sir. We know you now, y'are in our eye Are the doores fast? They are Sir. Nearer yet, Doe not you know of a conspiracie, To take away my life vpon Saint—tush, No matter for the day, you know the plot Sir?