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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A20083	The shomakers holiday. Or The gentle craft VVith the humorous life of Simon Eyre, shoomaker, and Lord Maior of London. As it was acted before the Queenes most excellent Maiestie on New-yeares day at night last, by the right honourable the Earle of Notingham, Lord high Admirall of England, his seruants.	Dekker, Thomas, ca. 1572-1632.	1600 (1600)	STC 6523; ESTC S105232	41,481	82

THE SHOMAKERS Holiday OR The Gentle Craft With the humorous life of Simon Eyre shoomaker and Lord Maior of London As it was acted before the Queenes most excellent Maiestie on New yeares day at night last by the right honourable the Earle of Notingham Lord high Admirall of England his seruants Printed by Valentine Sims dwelling at the foote of Adling hill neere Bainards Castle at the signe of the White Swanne and are there to be sold 1600 To all good Fellowes Professors of the Gentle Craft of what degree soeuer Kinde Gentlemen and honest boone Companions I present you here with a merrie conceited Comedie called the Shoomakers Holyday acted by my Lorde Admiralls Players this present Christmasse before the Queenes most excellent Maiestie For the mirth and pleasant matter by her Highnesse graciously accepted being indeede no way offensiue The Argument of the play I will set downe in this Epistle Sir Hugh Lacie Erle of Lincolne had a yong Gentleman of his owne name his nere kinsman that loued the Lorde Maiors daughter of London to preuent and crosse which loue the Earle caused his kinsman to be sent Coronell of a companie into France who resigned his place to another gentleman his friend and came disguised like a Dutch Shoomaker to the house of Symon Eyre in Tower streete who serued the Maior and his houshold with shooes The merriments that passed in Eyres house his comming to be Maior of London Lacies getting his loue and other accidents with two merry Three-mens songs Take all in good worth that is well intended for nothing is purposed but mirth mirth lengthneth long life which with all other blessings I heartily wish you Farewell The first Three-mans Song O the month of Maie the merrie month of Maie So frolicke so gay and so gréene so gréene so gréene O and then did I unto my true loue say Swate Peg thou shalt be my Summers Quéene NOw the Nightingale the prettie Nightingale The sweetest singer in all the Forrests quier Intreates thée swéete Peggie to heare thy true loues tale Loe yonder she sitteth her breast against a brier But O I spie the Cuckoo the Cuckoo the Cuckoo Sée where she sitteth come away my ioy Come away I prithee I do not like the Cuckoo Should sing where my Peggie and I kisse and toy O the month of Maie the merrie month of Maie So frolike so gay and so gréene so gréene so gréene And then did I unto my true loue say Swéete Peg thou shalt be my Summers Quéene The Second Three-mans Song This is to be sung at the latter end Cold 's the wind and wet 's the raine Saint Hugh be our good spéede Ill is the weather that bringeth no gaine Nor helpes good hearts in néede Trowle the boll the iolly Nut-browne boll And here kind mate to thée Let 's sing a dirge for Saint Hughes soule And downe it merrily Downe a downe hey downe a downe Hey derie derie down a down Close with the tenor boy Ho well done to me let come King compasse gentle ioy Trowle the boll the Nut-browne boll And here kind c as often as there be men to drinke At last when all haue drunke this verse Cold 's the wind and wet 's the raine Saint Hugh be our good spéede Ill is the weather that bringeth no gaine Nor helpes good hearts in neede The Prologue as it was pronounced before the Queenes Maiestie AS wretches in a storme expecting day With trembling hands and eyes cast vp to heauen Make Prayers the anchor of their conquerd hopes So we deere Goddesse wonder of all eyes Your meanest vassals through mistrust and feare To uncke into the bottome of disgrace By our impersit pastimes prostrate thus On bended knees our sailes of hope do strike Dreading the bitter stormes of your dislike Since then vnhappy men our hap is such That to our selues our selues no help can bring But néedes must perish if your saint-like cares Locking the temple where all mercy sits Refuse the tribute of our begging tongues Oh graunt bright mirror of true Chastitie From those life-breathing starres your sun-like eyes One gratious smile for your celestiall breath Must send vs life or sentence vs to death A pleasant Comedie of the Gentle Craft Enter Lord Maior Lincolne Lincolne MY Lord Maior you haue sundrie times Feasted my selfe and many Courtiers more Seldome or neuer can we be so kind To make requitall of your curtesie But leauing this I heare my cosen Lacie Is much affected to your daughter Rose L. Maior True my good Lord and she loues him so wel That I mislike her boldnesse in the chace Lincol. Why my lord Maior think you it then a shame To ioyne a Lacie with an Otleys name L. Maior Too meane is my poore girle for his high birth Poore Cittizens must not with Courtiers wed Who will in silkes and gay apparrell spend More in one yeare then I am worth by farre Therefore your honour néede not doubt my girle Lincolne Take héede my Lord aduise you what you do A berier vnthrist liues not in the world Then is my cosen for I le tel you what T is now almost a yeare since he requested To trauell countries for experience I furnisht him with coyne billes of exchange Letters of credite men to waite on him Solicited my friends in Italie Well to respect him but to sée the end Scant had he iornied through halfe Germanie But all his coyne was spent his men cast off His billes imbezeld and my iolly coze Asham'd to shew his bankerupt presence here Became a Shoomaker in Wittenberg A goodly science for a gentleman Of such discent now iudge the rest by this Suppose your daughter haue a thousand pound He did consume me more in one halfe yeare And make him heyre to all the wealth you haue One twelue moneth's rioting wil waste it all Then seeke my Lord some honest Cittizen To wed your daughter to L. Maior I thanke your Lordship Wel Fore I understand your subtiltie As for your nephew let your lordships eie But watch his actions and you néede not feare For I haue my daughter farre enough And yet your cosen Rowland might do well Now he hath learn'd an occupation And yet I scorne to call him sonne in law Lincolne I but I haue a better trade for him I thanke his grace he hath appointed him Chiefe colonell of all those companies Mustred in London and the shires about To serue his highnesse in those warres of France Sée where he comes Louel what newes with you Enter Louell Lacie and Askew Louell My Lord of Lincolne t is his highnesse will That presently your cosen ship for France With all his powers he would not for a million But they should land at Déepe within foure daies Linc. Goe certifie his grace it shall be done Exit Louell Now cosen Lacie in what forwardnesse Are all your companies Lacie All well prepar'd The men of Hartfordshire lie at Mile end Suffolke and