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
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
extremitie Come come be Hauns still play the shoomaker Pull on my shooe Enter Lord Maior Hans Mas and that 's well remembred Sib Here comes your father Hans Forware metresse t is vn good skow it sal vel dute or ye sal neit betallen Rose Oh God it pincheth me what will you do Hans Your fathers presence pincheth not the shoo L. Mai. Well done fit my daughter well and shee shall please thee well Hans Yaw yaw ick weit dat well for ware t is vn good shoo t is gi mait van neits leither se ener mine here Enter a prentice L. Mai. I do beléeue it what 's the newes with you Prent. Please you the Earle of Lincolne at the gate is newly lighted and would speake with you L. Mai. The Earle of Lincolne come speake with me Well well I know his errand daughter Rose Send hence your shoomaker dispatch haue done Sib make things handsome sir boy follow me Exit Hans Mine vncle come oh what may this portend Swéete Rose this of our loue threatens an end Rose Be not dismaid at this what ere befall Rose is thine owne to witnes I speake truth Where thou appoints the place I le méete with thée I will not fixe a day to follow thée But presently steale hence do not replie Loue which gaue strength to beare my fathers hate Shall now adde wings to further our escape exeunt Enter L. Maior and Lincolne L. Mai. Beléeue me on my credite I speake truth Since first your nephew Lacie went to France I haue not seene him It séemd strange to me When Dodger told me that he staide behinde Neglecting the hie charge the King imposed Linc. Trust me sir Roger Otly I did thinke Your counsell had giuen head to this attempt Drawne to it by the loue he beares your child Here I did hope to find him in your house But now I sée mine error and confesse My iudgement wrongd you by conceuing so L. Maior Lodge in my house say you trust me my Lord I loue your Nephew Lacie too too dearely So much to wrong his honor and he hath done so That first gaue him aduise to stay from France To witnesse I speake truth I let you know How carefull I haue beene to kéepe my daughter Frée from all conference or spéech of him Not that I skorne your Nephew but in loue I beare your honour least your noble bloud Should by my meane worth be dishonoured Lin How far the churles tongue wanders from his hart Well well sir Roger Otley I beléeue you With more then many thankes for the kind loue So much you séeme to beare me but my Lord Let me request your helpe to séeke my Nephew Whom if I find I le straight embarke for France So shal my Rose be frée your thoughts at rest And much care die which now dies in my brest Enter Sibill. Sibill. Oh Lord help for Gods sake my mistris oh my yong mistris L. Ma. Where is thy mistris what 's become of her Sibill. Shée s gone shée s fled L. Maior Gone whither is she fled Sibill. I know not forsooth shée s fled out of doores with Hauns the Shoomaker I saw them scud scud scud apace apace L. Maior Which way what Iohn where be my men which way Sibil I know not and it please your worship L. maior Fled with a shoomaker can this be true Sibil Oh Lord sir as true as Gods in heauen Linc. Her loue turnd shoomaker I am glad of this L. ma. A fleming butter bore a shoomaker Will she forget her birth requite my care With such ingratitude skornd she yong Hammon To loue a honnikin a néedie knaue Wel let her flie I le not flie after her Let her starue if she wil shée s none of mine Linc. Be not so cruell sir Enter Firke with shooes Sibil I am glad shée s scapt L. Ma. I le not account of her as of my child Was there no better obiect for her eies But a foule drunken lubber swill bellie A shoomaker that 's braue Firke Yea forsooth t is a very braue shooe and as fit as a padding L. Ma How now what knaue is this from whence commest thou Firke No knaue sir I am Firke the shoomaker lusty Rogers cheefe lustie iorneyman and I come hither to take vp the prettie legge of sweete mistris Rose and thus hoping your worshippe is in as good health as I was at the making hereof I bid you farewell yours Firke L. Ma. Stay stay sir knaue Linc. Come hither shoomaker Firke T is happie the knaue is put before the shoomaker or else I would not haue vouchsafed to come backe to you I am moued for I stirre L. Ma. My Lorde this villaine calles vs knaues by craft Firk. Then t is by the Gentle Craft and to cal one knaue gently is no harme sit your worship merie Sib your yong mistris I le so bob then now my maister M. Eyre is Lorde Maior of London L. Ma. Tell me sirra whoe 's man are you Firke I am glad to see your worship so merrie I haue no maw to this geere no stomacke as yet to a red peticote Pointing to Sibil Lin He means not sir to wooe you to his maid But onely doth demand whose man you are Firke I sing now to the tune of Rogero Roger my felow is now my master Lin Sirra knowst thou one Hauns a shoomaker Firk Hauns shoomaker oh yes stay yes I haue him I tel you what I speake it in secret mistris Rose and he are by this time no not so but shortly are to come ouer one another with Can you dance the shaking of the shéetes it is that Hauns I le so gull these diggers L. Ma Knowst thou then where he is Firke Yes forsooth yea marry Lin Canst thou in sadnesse Firke No forsooth no marrie L. Ma Tell me good honest fellow where he is And thou shalt see what I le bestow of thee Firke Honest fellow no sir not so sir my profession is the Gentle Craft I care not for séeing I loue feeling let me feele it here aurium tenus ten peeces of gold genuum tenus ten peeces of siluer and then Firke is your man in a new paire of strechers L. Ma. Here is an Angel part of thy reward Which I will giue thée tell me where he is Firke No point shal I betray my brother no shal I proue Iudas to Hans no shall I crie treason to my corporation no I shall be firkt and yerkt then but giue me your angell your angell shall tel you Lin Doe so good fellow t is no hurt to thée Firke Send simpering Sib away L. Ma Huswife get you in exit Sib. Firke Pitchers haue eares and maides haue wide mouthes but for Hauns prauns vpon my word to morrow morning he and yong mistris Rose goe to this géere they shall be married together by this rush or else tourne Firke to a firkin of butter to tanne leather withall L.