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A merrie and pleasant comedy: never before printed, called A shoo-maker a gentleman As it hath beene sundry times acted at the Red Bull and other theaters, with a generall and good applause. Written by W.R. Gentleman.; Shoo-maker a gentleman
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Rowley, William, 1585?-1642?
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him the better fort he is of your husbands trade you old whore and he has mettall in him dost scould for that hold your tongue with a poxe Wif. I I one Whore-master will take part with another still Shoo. Peace Walflit leave gaping A wench with child s'fut in my my capring dayes I have done as much my selfe Sis Wif. I beshrow your heart for your labour Shoo. Peace Sisley I shall sow up your lips else Let me talke with my Prentise Hast got a maid with child saist Wife A maid marry hang her whore Shoo. Yet agen keepe your Clacke I le slit your tongue else Speake my young Cock-Sparrow what merry wagtaile hast thou beene billing with Cris. O Sir if any but my dame and you should know it I were lost for ever Shoo Mum mum for my part Boy and you Margery Magpye Keepe your tongue from chattering or by the mary maskins I le tickle your gaskins Come say what Didapper was 't Cris. The Emperours Daughter Sir Shoo. Who the Princesse Wife Out upon thee Traytor Shoo. Sfoot will Bow-bell never leave ringing will the perpetuall motion of your old chaps never leave sounding I shall beate your clapper out anon for 't Ah sirrah goe too boy no Court-mustard serve your turne but the Emperours Daughter This is fine yfaith Wife Hee 'le smoake for 't I warrant him Shoo. Why Wiperginie prating still I say th' ast drawne on her shooe handsomely by the Masse Prethee tell me how couldst thou being but a poore Shooemaker climbe up to a Court-bed-sted Wife Hee 'le climbe to the Gallows for 't Shoo. Why Knipperdolin is the Devill in thee Cris. I have climb'd farther Sir shee 's now my Wife And I have married her Wife Hoyda Shoo. Hush madge Howlet leave hollowing Cris. That very day my Brother was prest forth Wife You prest her at night did you Shoo. Grunting still you Sow-guelder Wife Thou art a Coxcombe and a Claperdudgion Dost thou see now I was never so call'd in my life as thou call'st me Thou maist be asham'd on 't this 't is to let thy Prentises have their swing and lye out at nights thus Shoo. Sweet Pigsnie let me intreat thy patience Alas poore youth we must needs helpe him Why I commend him that he shoots at the fairest marke What an excellent show an Emperours Daughter will make in a Shooemakers shop Wife Shee 'le spin a faire thred I warrant you How will he maintaine her troe yee Cris. Shee knew my fortunes e're she married me And now your selves shall know them I and my Brother that thus have served you like Prentises Are Princes both and Sonnes to Alured late King of Brittaine Sho. How my right Worshipfull Prentise Stands bare Wife Ha is he a Kings sonne Husband Shoo. Make courtsie to your man you whore Cris. The Emperour Maximinus slew my Father And put the Queene my Mother into Prison What meane you gentle Master pray be covered Shoo. No by my faith Sir You are a better man than the Master of my Company Cris. And seeing all my hopes lye dead save in her selfe I lov'd reveal'd my selfe and married her Yet I intreate you both Nay gentle Master I am your Prentice still pray stand not bare Shoo. Well well for this once I will boy now you old Gigumbob you ne're had two such men to man you Wife Nay truely Husband I ever thought they were some worshipfull mans sonnes they were such mannerly boyes still Cris. All I intreate of you is some advice To get my faire Leodice from Court and then some secret place Where she might be in safety till her sweet delivery And then I le dare misfortune Wife Blessing of thy heart I like thee well th' ast such a care of thy Wife therefore if thou couldst but steale her from the Court and bring her hither she should lye in and be brought to bed at my house and no body know it I warrant you Shoo. I marry Tib-tattle basket how should we doe that wench Cris. That 's all my care indeed to steale her thence Wife Come come leave it to me Boy I see a womans wit must helpe at a pinch still Boy Marke this device and if you like it doe it and thus it is Soone at night thou shalt hire some friend to fire a Tree upon the Coast at Dover as neare the Beacons as can be possible by which meanes the men that watch the other Beacons seeing that in flames and supposing some Enemy landed will presently fire all the rest and so on a sudden set both Court City and Countrey and all in an uproare in which time if you and shee cannot bestirre your stumps and run both away would you were whipt yfaith Shoo. An excellent pate to trouble the whole Commonalty The plot is good yfaith Boy Cris. I like it well and will acquaint the Princesse with it Enter Barnaby and Raph crying Bar. Raph. O Master and Dame Dame and Master O lamentable day now or never Shoo How now Knaves tole one Bell at once and leave jangling Bar. O pittifull Master intolerable Dame I am the fore-bell and h'as rung all in many a time and often with you Dame but now I must ring out mine owne eyes in teares in dolour and most dolefull knells My fellow Hugh is taken And condemn'd like a Christian Wife O horrible Shoo. Peace Bag-pipe my man Hugh condemn'd How comes that Bar. O Master your man Hugh is not the man you took him for not plaine Hugh but Sir Hugh a Knight of fame Shoo. How a Knight of the Worshipfull Company of the Cordwainers Bar. Nay by St. Davie hee 's more hee 's a Welch Prince And sonne to the King of Powes in South Wales Though he but a Shooemaker here Shoo. Passion of me what a brood of Princes have I brought up And why is my right honourable Servant to be put to death Bar. As we were going to see the Christians he spied his old Love Queene Winifred amongst them and at the very sight hee look't as greene as a leeke and so rusht in amongst them tooke the Lady by the Lilly-white hand rail'd on the Roman gods defied the Emperour and swore he would dye if she did Shoo. Is there no helpe to save him Raph. None in the World except he leave to be a Christian Bar. 'T is true Sir all the Sergeants and Officers that came to arest him pittying his case perswaded him to be no good Christian as they were then there was a Broker said hee would lay his soule to pawne he could not prosper if he were a Christian nay the Iaylor cries out on him and sayes if he continue a Christian hee 'le use him like a Dog Shoo. Alacke the day I 'me sorry for my honourable boote hailer Goe and comfort him I le see him anon tell him Bar. Nay stay sweete Master 'T was never seene that a Shooe-maker and his men Were base Bassilomions but true bonus socius Up se
Thou should'st enjoy my bright Leodice Diocl. We thanke our Brothers love to grace our friend For to his worth we can no gift extend Max. What shouts are these Looke out A shout within Enter Nurse Nurs. Out of my way Sir oh my heart Max. Why what 's the matter Nurs. The matter say yee pray let me gape alittle I was out of my wits before with feare and now for joy Oh my heart I thinke in my conscience I have not so much winde left in my belly as will blow out a Candle The Princesse the Princesse Sir Max. Ha my Daughter Say where is she Nurs. O my sweet Lambkin 's found And come to Court too Max. Where who found her Nurs. A pretty handsome stripling by my Holydame Her owne Shoomaker belike poore duckling Shee was wandring and he met with her And belike shee had worne out her shooes and he fitted her finely So drew on her shooes first and drew her to Court after And he and all the Company of the Gentle Craft Sir Brings her home most sumptuously Max. With Musicks sweetest straines conduct 'em in Our sorrows wither as our joyes begin Musick Enter Shoomaker and other in their Liveries then Leodice and Wife with the Child Crispine bare-headed before Barnaby and the rest after Leodice kneeles and Maximinus embraceth her Max. Life cannot be more welcome which is he Doubles my joyes in my Leodice Nurs. This is the youth that doubles 'em O my sweet Honey-suckle have I found thee agen Max. I le treble his rewards for finding her And to be sure my Daughter not to loose thee more Great Emperour see To doe all honour unto this Prince and thee I give my onely daughter for his wife Leod. His wife my Lord Max. By my Daughter Though a stranger to thee hee 's a Prince borne Sonne to a King and well deserves thy love Leod. Here 's one deserves it more he sav'd my life When I was almost dead with griefe These can witnesse it Bar. 'T is very true Sir when shee was the lost sheepe He was the Shepheard that found her When shee was a cold he cover'd her Nay more when shee was hungry he fill'd her belly Wif. Here 's one if it could speake would be a witnesse to that Leod. And by the Proclamation your selfe are bound To let this young man marry me I le sweare I le wed with none except this Shoomaker Max. Sure her sudden fright hath made her mad Was she not frantick when thou foundst her first Nay shee 's mad still how dare you stand this scorne This is a Prince that but a begger borne Leod. A Beggar looke on this Babe 'T is his owne 't is Princely borne And a Shoomakers sonne Max. Fond Girle Leod. Good Father heare You know not what brave men these shoomakers are Bar. 'T is knowne we can get Children Sir Max. How am I vext with fooles and mad men Leod. I doe beseech you Sir my Royall Father Take this lovely Child to kisse and blesse it Max. Defend me Iupiter shee 's mad Starke mad Diocl. Why does the faire Leodice So vexe her Kingly Father With so base a brat Cris. Zoonds base Shoe Peace knave peace What wilt thou doe Leod. Base Brat Alas had the poore foole a tongue or power to speake Hee 'd sweare you did him wrong By all our gods it is as nobly borne As the proudest here Max. Strange frenzy Why does my Daughter so dishonour me Leod. I take but this poore Childs part and so should you For looke you Father this base Brats Mother Lay in my Mothers belly were shee alive Shee would acknowledge it and comfort give And it shall call you Grandsir if it live Max. Here 's strange and darke Enigmaes Speake plaine whose Child is 't Leod. This shoomakers Max. And yours 'Slife he has layne with her Shee 's his Whoore attach the Villaine Tortures shall force his basenesse to confesse it Cris. Most Royall Soveraigne Suffer not wrath to kindle in your bosome His basenesse and mine runne even in one streame It is my brother Princes by birth the King of Brittaines sonnes Our names Eldred and Offa for these names Of Crispine and Crispianus we but borrowed To keepe our lives in safety Max. Can this be true Leod. Father it is and this long since I knew Lov'd and then married a twelve Moneth since This token could it speake would tell you all Max. Whom Heaven would save from danger ne're can fall My blessing compasse both Nurse what say you to this Nurs. Nay I was asleepe when 't was done yfaith Diocl. Shee winkt a purpose Enter Queene Lut. The Queene my Lord Max. Most welcome and most wisht for Royall Princesse your fetters off Imprisonment wee here take off Goe imbrace your sonnes Quee. O my deare sonnes Max. With them receive your Daughter To your love Wonders hath falne Since you have a Prisoner beene You and your Sonnes and we are growne a kinne Quee. Fame spread abroad the wonder And the fame of our dread Lords the Emperours which in stead of death Hath given an happy passage to our lives But Royall Sir should I forget this shooe-maker We breake a bond wherein we all stand bound My sonnes of you hath loving Parents found Shoo. Faith Madam I did the best I could for 'em I have seene one married to the Emperours daughter Bar. Wou'd you had marryed me no worse Max. You all have done your best To make our comforts full for which wee 'le pay Rewards to all and crowne this happy day Bar. Wee have a boone my Lord the Emperour Max. What is 't Bar. That seeing these two Princes Fellow servants with us being of the Gentle Craft May have one Holy-day to our selves Max. What Month would you have it kept in Bar. The five and twentieth of October That none of our Trade may goe to bed sober Max. Take it These lines of Fate thus in one circle met If Dioclesian please shall here close up Dioc. In what circumference Max. Thus 't is more honour to make Kings Than be such then let these twaine Being English borne be Brittaine Kings againe This in the North shall rule Dioc. This in the South Brave Crispianus to requite thy deed Great Dioclesians hand shall Crowne thy head A Crowne presented Max. To Crispine this And this rich gift beside The faire Leodice to be his Bride Crisp. I have an humble suit unto your Highnesse Max. What is 't my Sonne Crisp. 'T is this A Church then and a beauteous Monastery On Holmhurst-Hill where Albon lost his head Offa shall build which I le St. Albons name In honour of our first English Martyrs fame Max. Build what Religious Monuments you please Be true to Rome none shall disturbe your peace Set forward Princes Fortunes Wheele turnes round We Kingdomes lose you the same houre sit Crownd And thus about the World she spreads her wings To ruine of raise up the Thrones of Kings FINIS