full mouth I le fill your bellies with good cheare til they crie twang Enter Simon Eire wearing a gold chaine Hans See myn lieuer broder héer compt my meester Wife Welcome home maister shrieue I pray God continue you in health and wealth Eyre See here my Maggy a chaine a gold chaine for Simon Eyre I shal make thee a Lady heer 's a French hood for thee on with it on with it dresse thy browes with this flap of a shoulder of mutton to make thée looke louely where be my fine men Roger I le make ouer my shop and tooles to thee Firke thou shalt be the foreman Hans thou shalt haue an hundred for twentie bee as mad knaues as your maister Sim Eyre hath bin you shall liue to be Sheriues of London how dost thou like me Margerie Prince am I none yet am I princely borne Firke Hodge and Hans Al 3 I forsooth what saies your worship mistris Sherife Eyre Worship and honour you Babilonion knaues for the Gentle Craft but I forgot my selfe I am bidden by my Lord Maior to dinner to old Foord hee s gone before I must after come Hodge on with your trinkets nowe my true Troians my fine Firke my dapper Hodge my honest Hans some deuice some odde crochets some morris or such like for the honour of the gentle shooemakers meete me at old Foord you know my minde come Madge away shutte vp the shop knaues and make holiday exeunt Firke O rare O braue come Hodge follow me Hans Wée le be with them for a morris daunce exeunt Enter Lord Maior Eyre his wife Sibill in a French hood and other seruants L. Maior Trust mee you are as welcome to old Foord as I my selfe Wife Truely I thanke your Lordship L. Ma. Would our bad chéere were worth the thanks you giue Eyre Good chéere my Lord Maior fine chéere a fine house fine walles all fine and neat L. Maior Now by my troth I le tel thée maister Eyre It does me good and al my brethren That such a madcap fellow as thy selfe Is entred into our societie Wife I but my Lord hee must learne nowe to putte on grauitie Eyre Peace Maggy a fig for grauitie when I go to Guildhal in my scarlet gowne I le look as demurely as a saint and speake as grauely as a Justice of peace but now I am here at old Foord at my good Lord Maiors house let it go by vanish Maggy I le be merrie away with flip flap these fooleries these gulleries what hunnie prince am I none yet am I princly borne what sayes my Lord Maior L. Maior Ha ha ha I had rather then a thousand pound I had an heart but halfe so light as yours Eyre Why what should I do my Lord a pound of care paies not a dram of debt hum le ts be merry whiles we are yong olde age sacke and sugar will steale vpon vs ere we be aware L. Ma. It s wel done mistris Eyre pray giue good counsell to my daughter Wife I hope mistris Rose wil haue the grace to take nothing that 's bad L. Ma. Pray God she do for ifaith mistris Eyre I would bestow vpon that peeuish girle A thousand Marks more then I meane to giue her Upon condition shée l be rulde by me The Ape still crosseth me there came of late A proper Gentleman of faire reuenewes Whom gladly I would call sonne in law But my fine cockney would haue none of him You 'le proue a cockscombe for it ere you die A courtier or no man must please your eie Eyre Be rulde swéete Rose th' art ripe for a man marrie not with a boy that has no more haire on his face then thou hast on thy chéekes a courtier wash go by stand not vppon pisherie pasherie those silken fellowes are but painted Images outsides outsides Rose their inner linings are torne no my fine mouse marry me with a Gentleman Grocer like my Lord Maior your Father a Grocer is a swéete trade Plums Plums had I a sonne or Daughter should marrie out of the generation and bloud of the shoe-makers he should packe what the Gentle trade is a liuing for a man through Europe through the world Anoyse within of a Taber and a Pipe Maior What noyse is this Eyre O my Lord Maior a true of good fellowes that for loue to your honour are come hither with a morrisdance come in my Mesopotamians chéerely Enter Hodge Hans Raph Firke and other shooe-makers in a morris after a little dauncing the Lord Maior Speakes Maior Maister Eyre are al these shoe-makers Eyre Al Cordwainers my good Lord Maior Rose How like my Lacie lookes yond shooe-maker Haunce O that I durst but speake vnto my loue Maior Sibil go fetch some wine to make these drinke You are al welcome All We thanke your Lordship Rose takes a cup of wine and goes to Haunce Rose For his sake whose faire shape thou representst Good friend I drinke to thée Hans It be dancke good frister Eyres Wife I see mistris Rose you do not want iudgement you haue drunke to the properest man I kéepe Firke Here bee some haue done their parts to be as proper as he Maior Wel vrgent busines cals me backe to London Good fellowes first go in and taste our cheare And to make merrie as you homeward go Spend these two angels in beere at Stratford Boe. Eyre To these two my madde lads Sim Eyre ads another then chéerely Firke tickle it Haunce and al for the honour of shoemakers All goe dauncing out M. Come maister Eyre le ts haue your companie exeunt Rose Sibil What shal I do Sibill. Why what 's the matter Rose That Haunce the shoemaker is my loue Lacie Disguisde in that attire to find me out How should I find the meanes to speake with him Sibill. What mistris neuer feare I dare venter my maidenhead to nothing and that 's great oddes that Haunce the Dutchman when we come to London shal not onely sée and speake with you but in spight of al your Fathers pollicies steale you away and marrie you will not this please you Rose Do this and euer be assured of my loue Sibil Away then and follow your father to London left your absence cause him to suspect something To morrow if my counsel be obayde I le binde you prentise to the gentle trade Enter Iane in a Semsters shop working and Hamond muffled at another doore he stands aloofe Hamond Yonder 's the shop and there my faire loue sits Shée s faire and louely but she is not mine O would she were thrise haue I courted her Thrise hath my hand béene moistned with her hand Whilst my poore famisht eies do féed on that Which made them famish I am infortunate I stil loue one yet no body loues me I muse in other men what women sée That I so want fine mistris Rose was coy And this too curious oh no she is chaste And for the thinkes me wanton
thinkes of them shee giues siluer to and for Hamon neither Hamon nor Hangman shall wrong thée in London Is not òur olde maister Eire lord Mayor Speake my hearts All Yes and Hamon shall know it to his cost Enter hamon his man Iane and other Hodge Peace my bullies yonder they come Rafe Stand too t my hearts Firke let me speake first Hodge No Rafe let me Hammon whither away so earely Hamon Unmannerly rude slaue what 's that to thée Firke To him sir yes sir and to me and others good morow Iane how dost thou good Lord how the world is changed with you God be thanked Hamon Villaines handes off howe dare you touch my loue All villaines downe with them cry clubs for prentises Hod. How my hearts touch her Hamon yea and more than that wée le carry her away with vs My maisters and gentlemen neuer draw your bird spittes shooemakers are steele to the backe men euery inch of them al spirite All of Hamons side Wel and what of all this Hodge I le shew you Iane dost thou know this man t is Rafe I can tell thee nay t is he in faith though he be lamde by the warres yet looke not strange but run to him fold him about the necke and kisse him Iane Liues then my husband oh God let me go Let me embrace my Rafe Hamon What meanes my Iane Iane Nay what meant yon to tell me he was slaine Ham. Pardon me deare loue for being misled T was rumord here in London thou wert dead Firke Thou séest he liues Lasse goe packe home with him now M. Hamon where 's your mistris your wife Seru. Swounds M. fight for her will you thus lose her All Downe with that creature clubs downe with him Hodge Hold hold Ham. Hold foole sirs he shal do no wrong Wil my Iane leaue me thus and breake her faith Firke Yea sir she must sir she shal sir what then mend it Hodge Hearke fellow Rafe folowe my counsel set the wench in the midst and let her chuse her man and let her be his woman Iane Whom should I choose whom should my thoughts affect But him whom heauen hath made to be my loue Thou art my husband and these humble wéedes Makes thée more beautiful then all his wealth Therefore I wil but put off his attire Returning it into the owners hand And after euer be thy constant wife Hodge Not a ragge Iane the law 's on our side he that sowes in another mans ground forfets his haruest get thée home Rafe follow him Iane he shall not haue so much as a buske point from thée Firke Stand to that Rafe the appurtenances are thine owne Hammon looke not at her Seru. O swounds no Firke Blew coate be quiet wée le giue you a new liuerie else wée le make Shroue Tuesday Saint Georges day for you looke not Hammon leare not I le Firke you for thy head now one glance one shéepes eie any thing at her touch not a ragge least I and my brethren beate you to clowtes S. Come master Hammon there 's no striuing here Ham. Good fellowes heare me speake and honest Rafe Whom I haue iniured most by louing Iane Marke what I offer thée here in faire gold Is twentie pound I le giue it for thy Iane If this content thée not thou shalt haue more Hodge Sell not thy wife Rafe make her not a whore Ham. Say wilt thou fréely cease thy claime in her And let her be my wife All No do not Rafe Rafe Sirra Hammon Hammon dost thou thinke a Shooe-maker is so base to bee a bawde to his owne wife for commoditie take thy golde choake with it were I not lame I would make thée eate thy words Firke A shoomaker sell his flesh and bloud oh indignitie Hod. Sirra take vp your pelfe and be packing Ham I will not touch one pennie but in liew Of that great wrong I offered thy Iane To Iane and thée I giue that twentie pound Since I haue faild of her during my life I vow no woman else shall be my wife Farewell good fellowes of the Gentle trade Your mornings mirth my mourning day hath made exeunt Firke Touch the gold creature if you dare ya 're best be trudging here Iane take thou it now lets home my hearts Hod. Stay who comes here Iane on againe with thy maske Enter Lincolne L. Maior and seruants Linc. Yonder 's the lying varlet mockt vs so L. Ma. Come hither sirra Firke I sir I am sirra you meane me do you not Linc. Where is my Nephew married Firke Is he married God giue him ioy I am glad of it they haue a faire day and the signe is in a good planet Mars in Venus L. Ma Villaine thou toldst me that my daughter Rose This morning should be married at Saint Faithes We haue watcht there these thrée houres at the least Yet sée we no such thing Firke Truly I am sorie for 't a Bride 's a prettie thing Hodge Come to the purpose yonder 's the Bride and Bridegroome you looke for I hope though you be Lordes you are not to barre by your authoritie men from women are you L. Ma Sée sée my daughters maskt Linc. True and my Nephew To hide his guilt counterfeits him lame Firke Yea truely god helpe the poore couple they are lame and blind L. Maior I le ease her blindnes Lin I le his lamenes cure Firke Lie downe sirs and laugh my felow Rafe is taken for Rowland Lacy and Iane for mistris damaske rose this is al my knauery L. Maior What haue I found you minion Linc. O base wretch Nay hide thy face the horror of thy guilt Can hardly be washt off where are thy powers What vattels haue you made O yes I see Thou foughtst with Shame and shame hath conquerd thée This lamenesse wil not serue L. Ma. Unmaske your selfe Lin Leade home your daughter L. Ma. Take your Nephew hence Rafe Hence swounds what meane you are you mad I hope you cannot inforce my wife from me where 's Hamon L. Ma. Your wife Lin What Hammon Rafe Yea my wife and therfore the prowdest of you that laies hands on her first I le lay my crutch crosse his pate Firke To him lame Rafe here 's braue sport Rafe Rose call you her why her name is Iane looke here else do you know her now Lin Is this your daughter L. Ma. No nor this your nephew My Lord of Lincolne we are both abusde By this base craftie varlet Firk Yea forsooth no varlet forsooth no base forsooth I am but meane no crattie neither but of the Gentle Craft L. Ma. Where is my daughter Rose where is my child Lin Where is my nephew Lacie married Firke Why here is good laide mutton as I promist you Lin Villaine I le haue thée punisht for this wrong Firke Punish the iornyman villaine but not the iorneyman shoomaker Enter Dodger Dodger My Lord I come to bring vnwelcome newes Your Nephew Lacie
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
yet am I noblie borne as béeing the sole sonne of a Shoomaker away rubbish vanish melt melt like kitchin stuffe Wife Yea yea t is wel I must be cald rubbish kitchin stuffe for a sort of knaues Firke Nay dame you shall not wéepe and waile in woe for me master I le stay no longer here 's a vennentorie of my shop tooles adue master Hodge farewel Hodge Nay stay Firke thou shalt not go alone Wife I pray let them goe there be mo maides then mawkin more men then Hodge and more fooles then Firke Firke Fooles nailes if I tarry nowe I would my guts might be turnd to shoo-thread Hodge And if I stay I pray God I may be turnd to a Turke and set in Finsbury for boyes to shoot at come Firk Eyre Stay my fine knaues you armes of my trade you pillars of my professiō What shal a tittle tattles words make you forsake Simon Eyre auaunt kitchinstuffe rip you brown bread tannikin out of my sight moue me not haue not I tane you from selling tripes in Eastcheape and set you in my shop and made you haile fellowe with Simon Eyre the shoomaker and now do you deale thus with my Iourneymen Looke you powder béefe queane on the face of Hodge heer 's a face for a Lord Firke And heer 's a face for any Lady in Christendome Eyre Rip you chitterling auaunt boy bid the tapster of the Bores head fil me a doozen Cannes of béere for my iourneymen Firke A doozen Cans O braue Hodge now I le stay Eyre And the knaue fils any more then two he payes for them a doozen Cans of béere for my iourneymen heare you mad Mesopotamians wash your liuers with this liquour where be the odde ten no more Madge no more wel saide drinke to work what worke dost thou Hodge what work Hodge I am a making a paire of shooes for my Lord Maiors daughter mistresse Rose Firke And I a paire of shooes for Sybill my Lords maid I deale with her Eyre Sybil fie defile not thy fine workemanly fingers with the féete of Kitchinstuffe and basting ladies Ladies of the Court fine Ladies my lads commit their feete to our apparelling put grosse worke to Hans yarke and seame yarke and seame Fyrk. For yarking seaming let me alone I come too t Hodge Wel maister al this is from the bias do you remember the ship my fellow Hans told you of the Skipper and he are both drinking at the swan here be the Portigues to giue earnest if you go through with it you can not choose but be a Lord at least Firke Nay dame if my master proue not a Lord and you a Ladie hang me Wife Yea like inough if you may loiter and tipple thus Firke Tipple dame no we haue béene bargaining with Skellum Skanderbag can you Dutch spreaken for a ship of silke Cipresse laden with sugar Candie Enter the boy with a veluet coate and an Aldermans gowne Ayre puts it on Eire Peace Firk silence tittle tattle Hodge I le go through with it héer 's a seale ring and I haue sent for a garded gown and a damask Casock see where it comes looke here Maggy help me Firk apparreline Hodge silke and satten you mad Philistines silke and satten Firk. Ha ha my maister wil be as proud as a dogge in a dublet al in beaten damaske and veluet Eyre Softly Firke for rearing of the nap and wearing thread-bare my garments how dost thou like mee Firke how do I looke my fine Hodge Hodge Why now you looke like your selfmaster I warrant you ther 's few in the city but wil giue you the wal and come vpon you with the right worshipful Firke Nailes my master lookes like a thred-bare cloake new turn'd and drest Lord Lord to see what good raiment both dame dame are you not enamoured Eyre How saist thou Maggy am I not brisk am I not fine Wife Fine by my troth sweet hart very fine by my troth I neuer likte thée so wel in my life swéete heart But let that passe I warrant there be many women in the citie haue not such handsome husbands but only for their apparell but let that passe too Enter Hans and Skipper Hans Godden day mester dis be de skipper dat heb de skip van marchandice de commodity ben good nempt it master nempt it Aire Godamercy Hans welcome skipper where lies this ship of marchandice Skip De skip ben in rouere dor be van Sugar Cyuet Almonds Cambricke and a towsand towsand tings gotz sacrament nempt it mester yo sal heb good copen Firk. To him maister O swéete maister O swéet wares prunes almons suger-candy carrat roots turnups O braue fatting meate let not a man buye a nutmeg but your selfe Eyre Peace Firke come Skipper I le go abroade with you Hans haue you made him drinke Skip Yaw yaw it heb veale ge drunck Eyre Come Hans follow me Skipper thou shalt haue my countenance in the Cittie Exeunt Firke Yaw heb veale ge drunck quoth a they may well be called butter-boxes when they drinke fat veale and thick beare too but come dame I hope you 'le chide vs no more VVife No faith Firke no perdy Hodge I do féele honour créepe vpon me and which is more a certaine rising in my flesh but let that passe Firke Rising in your flesh do you feele say you I you may be with childe but why should not my maister féele a rising in his flesh hauing a gowne and a gold ring on but you are such a shrew youl 'e soone pull him downe VVi. Ha ha prethée peace thou mak'st my worshippe laugh but let that passe come I le go in Hodge prethée goe before me Firke follow me Fi. Firke doth follow Hodge passe out in state Exeunt Enter Lincolne and Dodger Li. How now good Dodger what 's the newes in France Dodger My Lord vpon the eightéene day of May The French and English were preparde to fight Each side with eager furie gaue the signe Of a most hot encounter fiue long howres Both armies fought together at the length The lot of victorie fel on our sides Twelue thousand of the Frenchmen that day dide Foure thousand English and no man of name But Captaine Hyam and yong Ardington Two gallant Gentlemen I knew them well Lin But Dodger prethée tell me in this fight How did my cozen Lacie beare himselfe Dodger My Lord your cosen Lacie was not there Linc. Not there Dog No my good Lord Lin Sure thou mistakest I saw him shipt and a thousand eies beside Were witnesses of the farewels which he gaue When I with wéeping eies bid him adew Dodger take héede Dodger My Lord I am aduis'd That what I spake is true to proue it so His cosen Askew that supplide his place Sent me for him from France that secretly He might conuey himselfe hither Lin I st euen so Dares he so carelessely venture his life Upon the indignation of
a King Hath he despis'd my loue and spurn'd those fauours Which I with prodigall hand powr'd on his head He shall repent his rashnes with his soule Since of my loue he makes no estimate I le make him wish he had not knowne my hate Thou hast no other newes Dodger None else my Lord Lin None worse I know thou hast procure the king To crowne his giddie browes with ample honors Send him chéefe Colonell and all my hope Thus to be dasht but t is in vaine to grieue One euill cannot a worse releeue Upon my life I haue found out his plot That old dog Loue that fawnd vpon him so Loue to that puling girle his faire cheek't Rose The Lord Maiors daughter hath distracted him And in the fire of that loues lunacie Hath he burnt vp himselfe comsum'd his credite Lost the kings loue yea and I feare his life Onely to get a wanton to his wife Dodger it is so Dodger I feare so my good Lord Lincolne It is so nay sure it cannot be I am at my wits end Dodger Dodger Yea my Lord Lin Thou art acquainted with my Nephewes haunts Spend this gold for thy paines goe seeke him out Watch at my Lord Maiors there if he liue Dodger thou shalt be sure to méete with him Prethée be diligent Lacie thy name Liu'd once in honour now dead in shame Be circumspect exit Dodger I warrant you my Lord exit Enter Lord Maior and master Scotte L. Ma. Good maister Scot I haue beene bolde with you To be a witnesse to a wedding knot Betwixt yong maister Hammon and my daughter O stand aside see where the louers come Enter Hammon and Rose Rose Can it be possible you loue me so No no within those eie-bals I espie Apparant likelihoods of flattery Pray now let go my hand Hammon Sweete mistris Rose Misconstrue not my words nor misconceiue Of my affection whose deuoted soule Sweares that I loue thée dearer then my heart Rose As deare as your owne heart I iudge it right Men loue their hearts best when th' are out of sight Hamond I loue you by this hand Rose Yet hands off now If flesh be fraile how weake and frail 's your vowe Hamond Then by my life I sweare Rose Then do not brawle One quarrell looseth wife and life and all Is not your meaning thus Hamond In faith you iest Rose Loue loues to sport therfore leaue loue y' are best L. Mai. What square they maister Scot Scot. Sir neuer doubt Louers are quickly in and quickly out Ham. Swéet Rose be not so strange in fansying me Nay neuer turne aside shunne not my sight I am not growne so fond to fond my loue On any that shall quit it with disdaine If you wil loue me so if not farewell L. Ma. Why how now louers are you both agréede Ham. Yes faith my Lord L. Maior T is well giue me your hand giue me yours daughter How now both pull backe what meanes this girle Rose I meane to liue a maide Ham. But not to die one pawse ere that be said aside L. Mai. Wil you stil crosse me still be obstinate Hamond Nay chide her not my Lord for doing well If she can liue an happie virgins life T is farre more blessed then to be a wife Rose Say sir I cannot I haue made a vow Who euer be my husband t is not you L. Mai. Your tongue is quicke but M. Hamond know I bade you welcome to another end Ham. What would you haue me pule pine and pray With louely ladie mistris of my heart Pardon your seruant and the rimer play Rayling on Cupid and his tyrants dart Or that I vndertake some martiall spoile Wearing your gloue at turney and at tilt And tel how many gallants I vnhorst Swéete wil this pleasure you Rose Yea when wilt begin What louerimes man fie on that deadly sinne L. Maior If you wil haue her I le make her agrée Ham. Enforced loue is worse then hate to me There is a wench kéepes shop in the old change To her wil I it is not wealth I séeke I haue enough and wil preferre her loue Before the world my good lord Maior adew Old loue for me I haue no lucke with new Exit L. Ma. Now mammet you haue wel behau'd your selfe But you shal curse your coynes if I liue Whos 's within there sée you connay your mistris Straight to th' old Forde I le kéepe you straight enough Fore God I would haue sworne the puling girle Would willingly accepted Hammons loue But banish him my thoughts go minion in exit Rose Now tel me master Scot would you haue thought That master Simon Eyre the shoomaker Had béene of wealth to buy such marchandize Scot. T was wel my Lord your honour and my selfe Grew partners with him for your bils of lading Shew that Eyres gaines in one commoditie Rise at the least to ful thrée thousand pound Besides like gaine in other marchandize L. Maior Wel he shal spend some of his thousands now For I haue sent for him to the Guild Hal enter Eyre Sée where he comes good morrow master Eyre Eyre Poore Simon Eyre my Lord your shoomaker L. Maior Wel wel it likes your selfe to terme you so Now M. Dodger what 's the news with you Enter Dodger Dodger I de gladly speake in priuate to your honour L. Maior You shal you shal master Eyre and M. Scot I haue some businesse with this gentleman I pray let me intreate you to walke before To the Guild Hal I le follow presently Master Eyre I hope ere noone to call you Shiriffe Eyre I would not care my Lord if you might cal me king of Spaine come master Scot L. Maior Now maister Dodger what 's the newes you bring Dod. The Earle of Lincolne by me gréets your lordship And earnestly requests you if you can Informe him where his Nephew Lacie kéepes L. Maior Is not his Nephew Lacie now in France Dodger No I assure your lordship but disguisde Lurkes here in London L. Maior London i st euen so It may be but vpon my faith and soule I know not where he liues or whether he liues So tel my Lord of Lincolne lurch in London Well master Dodger you perhaps may start him Be but the meanes to ris him into France I le giue you a dozen angels for your paines So much I loue his honour hate his Nephew And prethée so informe thy lord from me Dodger I take my leaue exit Dodger L. Maior Farewell good master Dodger Lacie in London I dare pawne my life My daughter knowes thereof and for that cause Denide yong M. Hammon in his loue Wel I am glad I sent her to old Forde Gods lord t is late to Guild Hall I must hie I know my brethren stay my companie exit Enter Firke Eyres wife Hans and Roger Wife Thou goest too fast for me Roger Firke I forsooth Wife I pray thée runne doe you heare runne to
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 Lin Dares Eyre the shoomaker vphold the deede Firk Yes sir shoomakers dare stand in a womans quarrel I warrant you as deepe as another and deeper too Dod. 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 Lin But I le 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 exeunt Firke Adue monsieur Dodger farewel fooles ha ha Oh if they had staide I would haue so lambde them with floutes 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 Hodge This matter is answerd come Rafe home with thy wife come my fine shoomakers le ts to our masters the new lord Maior and there swagger this shroue Tuesday I le promise you wine enough for Madge kéepes the seller All O rare Madge is a good wench Firke And I le promise you meate enough for simpring Susan kéepes the larder I le leade you to victuals my braue souldiers follow your captaine O braue hearke hearke Bell ringes All The Pancake bell rings the pancake bel tri-lill my hearts Firke 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 le ts 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 Rafe O the crew of good fellows that wil dine at my lord Maiors cost to day Hodge 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 le ts feede and be fat with my lordes bountye Fir. O musical be stil O Hodge O my brethren there 's 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 Enter more prentises All Whoop looke here looke here Hodge How now madde laddes whither away so fast I. Pren. 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 All Oh braue shoomaker oh braue lord of incomprehensible good fellowship whoo hearke you the pancake bell rings Cast vp caps Firke Nay more my hearts euery Shrouetuesday is our yéere of Jubile and when the pancake bel rings we are as free as my lord Maior we may shut vp our shops and make holiday I le haue it calld Saint Hughes Holiday All Agreed agreed Saint Hughes Holiday Hodge And this shal continue for euer All Oh braue come come my hearts away away Firke O eternall credite to vs of the gentle Craft march faire my hearts oh rare exeunt Enter King and his traine ouer the stage King Is our lord Maior of London such a gallant Noble man One of the merriest madcaps in your land Your Grace wil thinke when you behold the man Hée s rather a wilde ruffin than a Maior Yet thus much I le ensure your maiestie In al his actions that concerne his state He is as serious prouident and wise As full of grauitie amongst the graue As any maior hath beene these many yeares King I am with child til I behold this halfe cap But all my doubt is when we come in presence His madnesse will be dasht cleane out of countenance Noble man It may be so my Liege King Which to preuent Let some one giue him notice t is our pleasure That he put on his woonted merriment Set forward All On afore exeunt Enter Ayre Hodge Firke Rafe and other shoemakers all with napkins on their shoulders Eyre Come my fine Hodge my iolly gentlemen shooemakers soft where be these Caniballes these varlets my officers let them al walke and waite vpon my brethren for my meaning is that none but shoomakers none but the liuery of my Company shall in their sattin hoodes waite vppon the trencher of my soueraigne Firke O my Lord it will be rare Ayre No more Firke come liuely let your fellowe prentises want no cheere let wine be plentiful as béere and beere as water hang these penny pinching fathers that cramme wealth in innocent lamb skinnes rip knaues anaunt looke to my guests Hodge My Lord we are at our wits end for roome those hundred tables wil not feast the fourth part of them Ayre Then couer me those hundred tables againe and againe til all my iolly prentises be feasted auoyde Hodge runne Rafe friske about my numble Firke carowse me fadome healths to the honor of the shoomakers do they drink liuely Hodge do they tickle it Firke Firke Tickle it some of them haue taken their licour standing so long that they can stand no longer but for meate they would eate it and they had it Ayre Want they meate where 's this swag-belly this greasie kitchinstuffe cooke call the varlet to me want meat Firke Hodge lame Rafe runne my tall men beleager the shambles beggar al East-Cheape serue me whole oxen in chargers and let sheepe whine vpon the tables like pigges for want of good felowes to eate them Want meate vanish Firke auaunt Hodge Hodge Your lordship mistakes my man Firke he means their bellies want meate not the boords for they haue drunk so much they can eate nothing Eneer hans Rose and Wife Wife Where is my Lord Ayre How now lady Madgy Wife The kings most excelent maiesty is new come hée sends me for thy honor one of his most worshipful Péeres bade me tel thou must be mery and so forth but let that passe Eyre Is my Soueraigne come vanish my tall shoomakers my nimble brethren looke to my guests the prentises yet stay a little how now Hans how lookes my little Rose Hans Let me request you to remember me I know your honour easily may obtaine Frée pardon of the king for me and Rose And reconcile me to my vncles grace Eyre Haue done my good Hans my honest iorneyman looke chéerely I le fall vpon both my knees till they be as hard as horne but I le get thy pardon Wife Good my Lord haue a care what you speake to his grace Eyre Away you I slington whitepot hence you happerarse you barly pudding ful of magots you broyld carbonado auaunt auaunt auoide Mephostophilus shall Sim Eyre leaue to speake