Shoemaker's Holiday-Thomas Dekker

0:00The Shoemaker's Holiday by Thomas Decker. This is a Librovox Recording. All Librovox Recording are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit librovox.org. Dramatis Pesonet. The King read by Andrew Uptzley. The Earl of Cornwell. And a Nobleman. Read by David Olson. So Hugh Lacey, Earl of Lincoln. Read by David Pricket. Roland Lacey. Otherwise, hands. Naff you to Sir Hugh. Read by Rob Bord. A skew. Read by Lydia. Sir Roger Oatley, Lord Mayor of London. Read by Bruce Peary. Heaven. Read by Hamlet. Master Warner. Read by David Olson. Master Skull, read by you, Game of the List. So I'm an air. The Shoemaker. Read by Peter Tucker. Roger. Commonly called Hodge.

1:00Air's journeyman. Read by Todd. Firk. Read by Richard Ship. Rath. Read by Negatron. Level. Read by Mary Ann. Dodger, read by Hanooria. A Dodger Skipper, read by Anna Simon. Boy, read by Stuffy. Rose. daughter of Sir Roger. Read by Beth Thomas. Sybil. Rose is made. Read by Mary Kay. Marjorie. The wife of Simon Ear. Read by Abe. Jane. Read by Elizabeth Klaat. A printus, read by Joseph Tabler. Serving men and those of Heaven's side. Read by Sandrushmit. Three men's song, sung by Iswa. Stage directions and prologue read by Christine G. End of dramatist person A. Act one of the shoemake is holiday by Thomas Decker.

2:03This is a Librovox recording. All Librovox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librovox.org. Prologue, as it was pronounced before the Queen's Majesty. As wretched in a storm, expecting day, with trembling hands and eyes cast up to Heaven, make prayers the anchor of their conquered hopes. So we, dear goddess, wonder of all eyes, your meanest vessels, through mistrust and fair, to sink into the bottom of disgrace, by our imperfect pastimes prostrate thus, unbended knees are sales of hope do strike, dreading the bitter storms of your dislike. Since then unhappy men are happy such that to ourselves our selves no help can bring, that needs must perish, if your saint like heirs, locking the temple where all mercy sits. Refuse the tribute of our begging tongues. O grant bright mirror of true chastity, from those life-breathing stars your son-like

3:06eyes, one gracious smile, for your celestial breath must send us life or send to us to death. Act the first. In one. A street in London. Enter the Lord Mayor and the Earl of Lincoln. My Lord Mayor, you have sundry times feasted myself and many courtyers more. Seldom more never can we be so kind to make requital of your courtesy. But leaving this, I hear my cousin Lacey is much affected to your daughter rose. True my good Lord, and she loves him so well that I mislike her boldness in the chase. Why my Lord Mayor, think you it, then ashamed to join a Lacey with a note-lease name? To mean is my poor girl for his high birth. Poor citizens must not with courtyers wed, who will in silks and gay apparel spend more in one year than I am worth by far. Therefore your honor need not doubt my girl. Take heed my Lord.

4:06Advise you what you do. A very or un-thrift lives not in the world than is my cousin. For I'll tell you what, it is now almost a year since he requested to travel countries for experience. I finished him with coin, bills of exchange, letters of credit, men to wait on him, solicited my friends in Italy well to respect him. But to see the end, Skant had he journeyed through half Germany, but all his coin was spent, his men cast off, his bills embezzled, and my jolly Cuzz ashamed to show his bankrupt presence here. He came as Schumaker in Wittenberg, a goodly science for a gentleman of such dissent. Now judge the rest by this. Suppose your daughter have a thousand pound. He did consume me more than one half year and make him heir to all the wealth you have. One twelve month's rioting will waste it all. Then seek my Lord some honest citizen to wed your daughter to. I thank your lordship. Aside. Well, Fox, I understand your subtlety.

5:10As for your nephew, let your lordship's eye but watch his actions, and you need not fear, for I have sent my daughter far enough. And yet your cousin Roland might do well, now he have learned an occupation, and yet I scorned to call him son-in-law. I bid I have a bit of trade for him. I thank his grace. He had appointed him chief colonel of all those companies mustered in London and the shy about to serve his highness in those wars of France. See where he comes. And to lovele, Lacey, and ask you. Lovele, what news with you? My lord Lincoln. It is his highness's will that presently your cousin ship for France with all his powers. He would not for a million, but they should land deep within four days. No certify his grace, it shall be done. Exit lovele. Now cousin Lacey, in what fordness are all your companies? All well prepared. The men of hard for sure lie at my land, Suffer can't Essex train in Tot Hill fields.

6:15The Londoners and those of middle sex all gallantly prepared in Finnsbury, with frolic spirits long for their parting are. They have their impressed coats and furniture, and if it please your cousin Lacey come to the guild hall, he shall receive his pay. And twenty pounds besides my brethren will freely give him to approve our loves we bear into my lord, your uncle here. I thank your honour. Thanks my good lord Mayor. At the guild hall we will expect your coming. Exit. To approve your loves to me. No subtlety. And if you, that twenty pound he doth bestow for joy to rid you from his daughter Rose, but cousins both, now here are none but friends. I would not have you cast an amorous eye upon Sumina project as the love of a gay, want-on-painted citizen. I know this chowl even in the height of scorn doth hate the mixture of his blood with thine. I pray thee do thou so. Remember cus, what honourable fortunes wait on thee.

7:18Increase the king's love which so brightly shines and guilds thy hopes. I have no hair but thee. And yet not thee, if with a wayward spirit thou start from the true buyers of my love. My lord I will for honour, not desire of land or living or to be your heir. So guard my actions in pursuit of France as shall add glory to the lacy's name. Cus, for those words he is thirty Portuguese. And if you ask you there's a few for you, fair honour in her loftiest eminent stays in France for you to you fetch her thins. Then nephews clap swift wings on your designs. Be gone, be gone, make haste to the guild hall, there presently I'll meet you. Do not stay, where honour beckons shame attends delay. Exit. How gladly would your uncle have you gone? True cus but I'll o' reach his policies. I have some serious business for three days which nothing but my presence can dispatch.

8:21You therefore cousin with the companies shall haste to dover, there I'll meet with you. Or if I stay past my prefixed time away for France will meet in Normandy. The twenty pounds my lord may give to me you shall receive. And these ten Portuguese, part of my uncle's thirty. Gentle cus have care to our great charge. I know your wisdom hath tried itself in higher consequence. Cus all myself am yours yet have this care to lodge in London with all secrecy. Our uncle Lincoln hath besides his own many a jealous eye that in your face stares only to watch means for your disgrace. Stay cousin who be these. And to Simon air, Marjory's wife, Hodge, Ferck, Jane and Rafe with a pair of shoes. Leave whining, leave whining. Away with this whimpering, this puring, these blubbering tears and these wet eyes.

9:22I'll get thy husband discharged, I warrant this sweet chain go to. Master, here be the captains. Peace, Hodge. Us, your name. Us. Here be the Cavaliers and the Colonel's master. Peace, Ferck. Peace my fine, Ferck. Stand by with your pissery battery. Away. I am a man of the best presence. I'll speak to them and there were poaps. Gentleman, captains, colonels, commanders. Brave men, brave leaders, may it please you to give me audience. I am Simon air, the mad shoe maker of Tower Street. This wench with the melee mouth that will never tire is my wife. I can tell you. This Hodge, my man and my four man, is Ferck, my fine, Fercking journey man. And this is blubbered Jane. All we come to be suitors for this honest rave.

10:28Keep him at home and as I am a true shoe maker and a gentleman of the gentle craft, I spurs yourselves and I'll find you boots these seven years. Seven years, husband. Peace, midriff, peace. I know what I do. Peace. Truly, Master Cormorant, you shall do God good service to let Ralph and his wife stay together. She's a young new married woman. If you take her husband away from her and I, you undo her. She may beg in the day time. Feize as good a workman at a prick and an all as any is in our trade. Oh, let him stay. Else I shall be undone. I truly she shall be laid at one side like a pair of old shoes else and be occupied for no use. Truly my friends, it lies not in my power. The Londoners are pressed, paid and set forth by the Lord Mayor. I cannot change a man. Why then you were as good as a corporal as a colonel if you could not discharge one good

11:28fellow. And I tell you true, I think you do more than you can answer to press a man within a year and a day of his marriage. Well said, millencoly hodge, Ramacy my fine foreman. Truly gentlemen, it were ill done for such as you to stand so stiffly against a poor young wife. Considering her case, she is new married, but let that pass. I pray, deal not roughly with her. Her husband is a young man and but newly entered, but let that pass. Away with your fishery, passery. Your poles on your eddy poles. Peace midriff, silence sissly bum-trinket, let your head speak. Yee and the horns too, master. To soon my fine furk too soon, peace scoundrels. So you this man, captains, you will not release him? Well, let him go. He's a proper shot. Let him vanish.

12:29Peace chain, dry up thy tears, they'll make his bow to dankish. Make him brave men. Hicter of Troy was an hackney to him. Hercules and termagant scoundrels, been sathers round table by the Lord of Luckhead, near fed such a tall, such a dapper swordsman. By the love of Pharaoh, a brave, resolute swordsman. Peace chain. I say no more, madnaves. See, see hodge, how my master raves in commendation of Ralph. Thar to go, by this hand, and thou goest not? I am glad, good master, here, it is my haph, to meet so resolute a soldier. Trust me for your report and love to him. A common slight regard shall not respect him. Is thy name rave? Yes, sir. Give me thy hand. Thou shalt not want, as I am a gentleman. Woman be patient. God no doubt will send thy husband safe again, but he must go.

13:32His country's quarrel says it shall be so. Thar to go, by my stirrup, if thou dost not go? I will not have these strike thy gillet into these weak vessels. Prick thine enemies, rave. And the dodger. My lord, your uncle on the tower hill stays with the Lord Mayor and the Oldermen, and doth request you with all speed you may, to hasten the liver. Cudden, let's go. Dodger, run you before, tell them we come. Exit dodger. This dodger is my uncle's parasite, the arantist violet that air breathed on earth. He sets more discord in a noble house by one day's broaching of his pick-thanked tails than can be salved again in twenty years. And he, I fear, shall go with us to France to pry into our actions. Therefore, Cuzz, it shall be, hope you to be so conspired. Why not, Cuzz, and rave, hide your colours?

14:32I must, because there's no remedy. But general master and my loving-dame, as you have always been a friend to me, so in my absence, think upon my wife. Alas, my rave! She cannot speak for weeping. Peace you cracked, broats! You mustered tokens! This quiet, not the brave soldier! Go thy ways, rave! I, I, you bid him go. What shall I do when he is gone? Why be doing with me, oh my fellow-hodge, be not idle? Let me see thy hand, Jane. This fine hand, this white hand, these pretty fingers must spin, must calm, must work! Work you bombast cotton-candle-queen. Work for your living with the pox to you. From the rave, he is the five-sixpences for thee. Fight for the honour of the gentle craft, for the gentleman's shoemakers, the courageous

15:36cord-wainers, the flower of St. Martin's, the mad-naves of Bedlam, Fleet Street, Tower Street, and White Chapel. Crack me the crowns of the French-naves, a pox on them, crack them! Fight by the Lord of Lugget, fight my fine-boy! Their wrath is three-tubances, two-carry into France, the third shall wash our souls at parting, for sorrow is dry, for my sake, firt that bass and mong-cuse. Rave, I am heavy at parting, but here's a shilling for thee. God send thee to cram thy slops with French crowns, and thy enemies bellies with bullets. I thank you, Master, and I thank you all. Now, gentle wife, my loving, lovely chain, rich men at parting give their wives rich gifts, jewels and rings to grace their lily-ans. Thou no-star trade makes rings for women's eels. Here, take this pair of shoes, cut out by oge, stitched by my fellow-firk, seemed by

16:39myself, made up and pinked with letters for thy name, where them my dear chain, for thy husband's sake, and every morning, when thou pullst them on, remember me and pray for my return. Make much of them, where I have made them so that I can know them from a thousand-mo." Drum sounds, enter the Lord Mayor, the Earl of Lincoln, Lacey, Ascule, Dodger and Soldiers. They pass over the stage, rave falls in amongst them, ferk in the rest, cry, farewell, etc. and so ex-ant. End of Act 1 Act 2 of the Shoemake is Holiday by Thomas Decker. This is a Librevox recording. All Librevox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librevox.org. Act a second. In one. A garden at Old Ford.

17:41Enter Rose alone, making a garland. Here sit there down upon this flowery bank, and make a garland for thy Lacey's head. These pinks, these roses, these violets, these blushing gilly flowers, these marigolds, the fair embroidery of his coronet carry not half such beauty in their cheeks as the sweet countenance of my Lacey doth. Oh my most unkind father, oh my stars, why lower'd you so at my nativity, to make me love yet live robbed of my love. Here as a thief am I imprisoned, for my dear Lacey's sake, within those walls which by my father's cost were build it up for better purposes. Here must I languish for him that doth as much lament I know, mine absence as for him I pine in woe. Enter Sible. Good morning, mistress. I am sure you make that garland for me, against I shall be lady of the harvest.

18:43Sible, what news at London? None but good. My Lord Mayor, your father, and Master Philpoh, your uncle, and Master Scort your cousin, and Mistress Frig bottom by Doctor's Commons, do all by my troth since you must hearty commendations. Did Lacey send kind greetings to his love? Oh yes, out of cry by my troth. I scat new him. Here was Scarf and here Scarf, here a bunch of feathers, and here precious stones and jewels, and a pair of garters, who monstrous. Like one of our yellow silk curtains at home here in Old Fort House, here in Master Bellymouse Chamber. I stood at her door in Gornhill, looked at him, he had me indeed, speak to him, but he not to me, not a word. Mary go up, I thought, what a winion.

19:44He passed by me as proud, Mary Faux. Are you grown humorous, thought I, and so shut the door, and in I came. Oh, Sibble, how dust thou my Lacey wrong, my Roland is as gentle as a lamb, no dove was ever half so mild as he. Mild. Ye as a bushel of stamped crabs. He looked upon me as sour as Verjuice. Go thy ways, thought I, thou mayst be much in my gaskins, but nothing in my nethest stalks. This is your fault, Mistress, to love him that loves not you. He thinks Gorn to do as he's done to. But if I were you, I'd cry. Go by, Jeronimo, go by. I'd set my old debts against my new driplets, and the hairs foot against the goose giblets. Forever if I sigh, when sleep I should take, pray, God, may I lose my maiden head when

20:51I wake. Will my love leave me then, and go to France? I know not that, but I am sure I see him stock before the soldiers. By my trough, he is a proper man, but he is proper that proper death. Let him go snack up, young Mistress. Lead thee to London, and learn perfectly whether my lacy go to France or no. Do this, and I will give thee for thy pains, my Cambrick apron, and my Rommish gloves, my purple stockings and a stomacher. Say, will thou do this symbol for my sake? Will I, Quoth-er, at his suit? By my trough, yes I'll go. A Cambrick apron, gloves, a pair of purple stockings and a stomacher. I'll sweat and purple Mistress for you. I'll take anything that comes a God's name. O rich, a Cambrick apron, faith in have a top, tails all.

21:53I'll go jiggy joggy to London, and be here in a trough, young Mistress. Exit, do so good, Sybil. Maintime wretched eye will sit and sigh for his lost company. Exit, seen too, a street in London. Enter lacy, disguised as a dutch tue maker. How many shapes have gods and kings devised thereby to compass their desired loves? It is no shame for Roland lacy, then, to clothe his cunning with the gentle craft. That thus disguised I may unknown possess the only happy presence of my rose. For her have I forsook my charge in France, incurred the king's displeasure, and stirred up rough hatred in my uncle Lincoln's breast. Oh, love, how powerful art thou that canst change high birth to baseness, and a noble mind to the mean semblance of a shoemaker.

22:56But thus it must be, for her cruel father, hating the single union of our souls, has secretly conveyed my rose from London to bar me of her presence. But I trust for June, and this disguise will further me once more to view her beauty, gain her sight. Here in Tau Street with air the shoemaker, mean I a while to work. I know the trade I learnt it when I was in Wittenberg. And sheer thy hoping spirits, be not dismayed, Thou canst not want. Do ford shun what she can, the gentle craft is living for a man. Exit. Seen three, an open yard before air's house, and to air, making himself ready. Where be these boys, these girls, these drabs, these scoundrels? Say, wallow in the fat bruise of my bounty,

23:57and lick up the crumbs of my table, yet will not rise to see my walks cleansed. Come out, you part of beef queens. What man, what marriage mumble crust? Come out, you fat midriff swag belly-hors. Sweep me these kennels, that the noisome stench affin' not the noses of my neighbours. What, fork, I say? What, hunch? Open my shop windows. What, fork, I say? And to fork? Hmm, master, let's see you that speak bandolgan bedlam this morning. I was in a dream and mused what madman was got into the street so early. If you drunk this morning, your throat is so clear. Ah, will, said fork. Will, said fork. To work, my fine nave to work. Wash thy face, and they'll be more blissed. I've let them wash my face that will eat it.

24:58Good master, send for a soos-wife if you'll have my face cleaner. And to hunch? Away, slavin'. I've haunt scoundrel. Good morrow, hodge. Good morrow, my fine foreman. All master, good morrow. Yarin' early stirrer. Here's a fair morning. Good morrow, fork. I could have slept this hour. Here's a brave day towards. Oh, haste to work, my fine foreman haste to work. Master, I'm dry as dusty in my fellow Roger Talk of Fear weather. Let us pray for good leather. And let clowns and plowboys and those that work in the field pray for brave days. We work in a dry shop. What care, I, if it rain? Enter, Marjorie. How now, day, Marjorie, can you see to rise? Trip and go, call up the drabs. Your maids. See to rise? I hope it's time enough, to sell enough for any woman to be seen abroad.

25:59I marvel how many wives and towers straighter up so soon. God's me, it is not noon. Here's a y'all, then. Peace, Marjorie, peace. Where's Sicily bum-tring at your maid? She has a privy fault. She fart in a sleep. Call the queen up. If my minmore chute thread I'll swing her in a stirrup. Yeah, that's better dry beating. Here's still a sign of drought. Enter, Lacey, disguised, singing. There was a sign borne from Gelderland, frolexie by en. He was self-drunk, he called not stand, op sol sie by en. Tap is the canakin, drinker show no manakin. Master, for my life, yonder's a brother of the gentle craft. If he bare not st. Hughes' bones are forfeit my bones. He's some uplandish workman, hire him good master, that I may learn some gibble-gabble

27:01till make us work the faster. Peace, folk. A hard world. Let him pass, let him vanish. We have journey men in now. Peace, my fun, folk. Nay, nay, yare best follow your men's council. You shall see what will come on. We have not many now, but we must entertain every butter box. But let that pass. Dame, for God, if my master follows your council, he'll consume little beef. He shall be glad of men, and he shall catch them. Oh, I that he shall. For God a proper man, and I warrant a fine workman. Master, farewell. Dame, a dear. If such a man is he, cannot find work. Hodge is not for you. Offers to go away. Stay, my fine hodge. Faith, in your foreman-go-dame, you must take a journey to seek a new journeyman. If Roger remove, furk follows. If St. Hughes' bones shall not be set afork,

28:04I may prick mine all in the walls and go play. Fare you, well, master, goodbye, Dame. Tari, my fine hodge, my brisk foreman. Stay, perk. Peace, pudding, broth. By the Lord of Lugget, I love my men as my life. Peace, you gallimaffery hodge. If you want work, I'll hire him. One of you to him. Stay, he comes to us. Coody, maester, in your raw orc. Nails. If I should speak after him without drinking, I should choke. And you, friend oak, you of the gentle craft. Yor-yor, ikpind and score-marker. Densko-maker, croissant. And hark-you, sco-maker. Have you all your tools? A good rubbing pin? A good stopper? A good dresser? Your four sorts of oles and your two bowls of wax? Your pairing knife? Your hand and thumb levers? And goods and hues bones to smooth out your work?

29:06Yor-yor, binit, vorvord. I cup all the dingun, vormark, schools, gru-oot and clean. Ha-ha, good master, hire him. You'll make me laugh so that I shall work more in mirth than I can in earnest. Here, you friend. Have you any skill in the mystery of cordwainers? Ikwit, nid, vad, yal, say. Ik vorstow, yor-nid. Why thus, man? I'm meditating by gesture, a shoemaker at work. Ik, v'rsta, yunit, croissant. Oh, yor-yor, yor-yor. Ik kandad, well done. Yor-yor, he speaks yoring like a jackdaw that gapes to be fed with cheese curds. Oh, we'll give a villainous pull at a can of double beer, but hoj-en-i have the vantage. We must drink first, because we are the eldest journeyman. What is thy name? Hans, ho, ho, hons, milter.

30:07Give me thy hand. Tha'at welcome. Hoj entertain him. Firk, be dim welcome. Come, Hans. Run, wife, bid your maids your trolybubs. Make ready my fine men's breakfasts. Do him hoj. Hans, tha'at welcome. Use thy self-friendly for we are good fellows. If not, thou shall be fought with worth thou bigger than a giant. Ye, and drunk with worth thou gargantua. M'er master keeps no cowards, I tell thee. Ho, boy, bring him an heel-block. He is a new journeyman. Enter, boy. Oh, Ic verstow you. Ic m'ot in hoffordorsen cans but hollun. Hear, boy, nempt discrawling. Tap ins friegelik. Exit, boy. Six nippasnapper away. Firk, scow a thy throat. Tha'at wosh it with castilian liquor. Enter, boy. Come, my last of the fives, give me a can.

31:09Have to thee, Hans. Hear hoj. Hear, Firk. Drink your mad Greeks and work like true Trojans, and pray for Simon here, the shoemaker. Hear, Hans, and tha'at welcome. Low dame, you would have lost a good fellow that will teach us to laugh. His beer came hoping him well. Simon, it is almost seven. He's so dame clapper, dudgeon. He's seven o'clock, and my men's breakfast not ready. Trip and go, your soust conjure away. Come, your mad hyperboreans, follow me, hoj. Follow me, Hans. Come after my fine, Firk. To work, to work a well, and then to breakfast. Exit. Soft. Your, your good Hans, though, my master, have no more wit, but to call you a for me, I am not so foolish to go behind you, I, being the elder, journeyman. Exant. Seen four, a field near old fort.

32:10Hulloing within. Enter master one, and master hamman, attired as hunters. Cousin, beat every break, the game's not far. This way with wiggit feet he fled from death whilst the pursuing hounds, sending his steps findered his highway to destruction. Besides, the millers boy told me even now he saw him take soil, and he hallowed him, affirming him to have been so embossed that lor he could not hold. If it be so, to his best we trace these meadows by old fort. A noise of hunters within. Enter a boy. How now boy, where's the deer? Speak, sostow him. Oh yeah, I see him leap for hedge. And then over it. Then my lord's mayor to pale. O re-skipped me, and in went me. Hullo the hunter's cried. And there boy there. But there he is, in my honestly. Boy, God a mercy, cousin, that's a way, I hope we shall find better sport today. Exant. Seen five.

33:12Another part of the field. Hunting within. Enter rose and cyble. Where cyble willt thou prove a forester? Upon some. No, forster, go by, no faith, mistress. The deer came running into the barn through the orchard, and over the pale. I what well, I looked as pale as a new cheese to see him. But whips says good men pin close, up with his flail, and are nick with a prong, and down he fell, and day upon him and I upon them. By my troth we had such sport, and in the end we entered them. Throth we cut, flayed him, unhorned him, and my Lord mayer shall eat of him anon when he comes. Horns sound within. Hark, hark, the hunters come. Your best take heed, they'll have a saying to you for this deed. Enter master Hammond, master Warner, Huntsman and boy. God save you, fair ladies. Ladies, oh gross.

34:12Came not a buck this way? No, but two does. Which way went they, faithful hunter those? At those. Upon some, no. When, can you tell? Upon some, I. Good Lord. Wounds. Then farewell. Boy which way went he? This way sir, he ran. This way he ran indeed, fair mistress rose. Our game was lately in your orchard scene. Can you advise? Which way he took his flight? Follow your nose. His horns will guide you right. Nort a mad wench. A rich. Trust me, not I. It is not like that the world for us dear would come so near to places of resort. You are deceived. He fled some other way. Which way, my sugar candy? Can you shoot? Come up. Good honey salt. Come upon some, no. Why do you stay and not pursue your game? I'll hold my life. There are hunting nags belay.

35:13A dear, more dear is found within this place. But not the dear sir, which you had in chase. I chased the dear, but this dear chase with me. The strange is hunting that I ever see. But where's your park? She offers to go away. Toes here, oh stay. Impale me, and then I will not stray. They wrangle wench. We are more kind than they. What kind of heart is that dear heart you seek? A heart dear heart. Who ever saw the like? To lose your heart isn't possible you can. My heart is lost. A lack good gentlemen. This poor lost heart would I wish you might find. You by such luck might prove your heart a hind. Why luck had horned so have I heard some say? Now God and be his will send luck into your way. Enter the Lord Mayor and servants. What master hammin, welcome to old Ford. Good, Pitykins, hands off sir.

36:14Here's my Lord. I hear you had ill luck and lost your game. It is true my Lord. I am sorry for the same. What gentleman is this? My brother-in-law. You're welcome both. Sith fortune offers you into my hands. You shall not part from hands until you have refreshed your weary limbs. Go, Sible, cover the board. You shall be guessed to no good cheer but even a hunter's feast. I thank your Lordship, cousin on my life for our lost venison I shall find a wife. Exant. In gentlemen, I'll not be absent long. This hammin is a proper gentleman, a citizen by birth fairly allied, how fit an husband where he for my girl. Well, I will in and do the best I can to match my daughter to this gentleman. Exit. End of act two. Act three of the shoemaker's holiday by Thomas Decker.

37:18This is a Librovox recording. All Librovox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librovox.org. Act the third. Scene one. A room in air's house. Enter Lacey otherwise hunts. Skip our hodge and ferk. I'll tell you what. The skip that comes from candy is all full by God's sacrament of sugar, sivet, almonds, hambrick and all things. Thousand thousand things. Take this. Take this for you master. There are the bills of the laden. Your master Simon Er will be fine. What say your hands? Secondy Reggen decopan slopean. That'll laugh hodge laugh. My leaf abroad a ferk. Bring to me sir air, tot then sign one swanakin. There shall you find this keeper unto me.

38:19What second y'all brought a ferk? Do it hodge. Com' steeper. Exant. Bring him quoth you. He has no navery. You bring my master to buy a ship worth the laden of two or three hundred thousand pounds. Alas, that's nothing. A trifle. A bore-ball hodge. The truth is ferk. That the merchant owner of the ship dares not chew his head. And therefore this skipper that deals for him, for the love he bears to hunts, offers my master air a bargain in the commodities. He shall have a reasonable day of payment. He may sell the wares by that time. And be a huge gainer himself. Yeah, but can my fellow hands lend my master twenty-fourp and tines as an earnest penny? Poor two geese, that would say. Here they be ferk. Hark. They jingle in my pocket like Saint Mary over his bells. And to air and modery. Mum, here comes my day with my master.

39:19She'll sculled on my life a lotry in this Monday. But all's one, let them all say what they can. Monday's our holiday. You sing sir, sauce, but I be shrew your heart. I fear for this you are singing, we shall smart. Smot for me, Dame. Why, Dame? Why? Master, I hope you'll not suffer my Dame to take down your journey, man. If she take me down, I'll take her up. Yeah, and take her down too, but in her lover. Be sferk. Not I hodge. By the life of Pharaoh, by the Lord of Lunget. By this beard, every hair, wherever I value it, a king's ransom, she shall not middle with you. Peace, you bombast cotton, candle-quin, away queen of clubs. For real not with me and my men, with me and my fine ferk. I'll ferk you if you do. Yeah, yeah, man, you may use me as you please, but slip that past. Let it pass.

40:20Let it vanish away. Peace. Am I not Simon-air? Are not these my brave men, brave shoemakers, or gentlemen of the gentle craft? Prince am I none, yet am I nobly born as being the sole son of a shoemaker? Away rubbish, vanish, melt, melt like kitchen stuff. Yeah, yeah, it is well. I must be called rubbish kitchen stuff for a sort of naves. Nay, Dame, you shall not weep and wail in woe for me. Master, I'll stay no longer. Here's an inventory of my shop tools, a geo master, hodge farewell. Naa, stay, ferk. Thou shalt not go alone. I pray let them go. There be more maids than mokin, more men than hodge and more fools than ferk. Fools? Nails? If I tarry now, I will my guts might be turned to shoothread. And if I stay, I pray God I may be turned to a Turk and set in Finnsbury for boys

41:23or shoodat. Come, ferk. Stay, my fine naves, you arms of my trade, you pillars of my profession. What shall a tittle-tattles words make you for say, Simon-air? I've all kitchen stuff. Rip you brown-brid-tanic and out of my sight. Move me not. Have I not tain you from selling tripes in East cheap and set you in my shop and made you hail-fellow with Simon-air, the shoe-maker? And now do you deal thus with my churny men? Look, you powder-beef queen on the face of hodge. Here's a face for a lord. And here's a face for any lady in Christendom. Rip you chitdling, I won't. Boy? Did the tapster of the boars head fill me a dozen cans of beer for my churny men? A dozen cans? Oh, brave hodge now, I'll stay.

42:23Air, in a low voice to the boy. And the nave fills any more than two he pays for them. Exit boy. Air, out loud. A dozen cans of beer for my churny men. Reenter boy. Here you mad Mr. Potamians, wash your livers with his liquor. Where be the odd tin? No more, mage, no more, well said. Drink into work. What work does thou hodge? What work? I am making a pair of shoes for my lord mayor's daughter, Mr. Sproes. And I a pair of shoes for Sibyl, my lord's maid. I deal with her. Sibyl? Fy defile not thy fine workmenly fingers with the feet of kitchen stuff and basting ladies. Ladies of the court, fine ladies, my lads, commit their feet to our apparaling. Put gross work to hands. Yark and seam, yark and seam. For yark and in seeming, let me alone and I come to it.

43:27Well, master, all this is from the bias. Do you remember the ship my fellow Hans told you of? The skipper and he are both wricken at the swan. Here be the Portuguese to give earnest. If you go through with it, you cannot choose but be a lord at least. No, Dame, if my master proved not a lord and you a lady, hang me. Yeah, like enough, if you may loiter and tipple thus. Tipple, Dame? Now we've been bargaining with Skelem Scanderbag. Can you Dutch-spriken for a ship of silk, Cypress, laden with sugar candy? Enter boy with a velvet coat and an alderman's gown. Eppits them on. Peace, folk. Silence, tittle, dattle. Hodge, I'll go through with it. Here's a seal ring and I have sent for a guarded gown and a damask, casak. See where it comes. Look here, Maggie. Help me, folk. Apparal me, Hodge. Silken satan you mad Philistine.

44:27Silken satan. Ha, ha, my master will be as proud as a dog in a doublet, all in beaten damask and velvet. Softly, folk, for rearing of the nap and wearing threadbeer my garments. Now, just don't like me, folk. How do I look, my fine, Hodge? Why, now you look like yourself, master. I warn you, there's fuel in the city but will give you the wall and come upon you with the right worshipful. Wales, my master, looks like a threadbeer cloak new turned and dressed. Lord, Lord, to see what good raiment doth. Dame, Dame, are you not enamored? I'll say it's thou, Maggie, am I not brisk? Am I not fine? Fine? By my troth, sweetheart, very fine. By my troth, I never liked thee so well in my life, sweetheart. But let that pass. I warned there be many women in the city have not such handsome husbands, but only for their apparel, but let that pass too.

45:30Reenter hunts and skipper. Gordon, thy master, this be the skipper doth have the skipper on merchandise. The commodity been good. Named the maester, named it. God a mercy, hands. Welcome, skipper. We lies this ship of merchandise. The ship been in the vera. There been the sugar, syvette, almonds, cambrick and a thousand, thousand things. God's sacrament. Named it, maester, is all up good gobern. To him, master, oh sweet master, oh sweet, where's prunes, almonds, sugar candy, carrot roots, turnips, oh brave, fatting me? Let not a man buy a nutmeg but yourself. Peace, fork. Come, skipper, I'll go aboard with you. Hands. If you made him drink. Yeah, yeah, he could feel good onc. Come hands, follow me. Skipper, thou shalt have my countenance in the city.

46:31Exant. Yeah, have feel good drunk, wahtar. They may well be cool but the boxes when they drink fat, feel and thick beer too, but come dame, I hope you'll chide us no more. No faith, fork, no perdy, hodge. I do feel on a creep upon me and which is more a certain rising in my flesh. But let that pass. Rising in your flesh do you feel, say you? I, you may be with child, but why should not my master feel a rising in his flesh having a gown and a gold ring on? Be you are such a shrew, you'll soon pull him down. Ha, ha, pretty, peace. Thou makes my worship laugh, but let that pass. I'll go in. Hodge, pretty, go before me. Ferk, follow me. Ferk, death, follow. Hodge, pulse out in state. Exant. Seen too. London, a room in Lincoln's house.

47:33Enter the Earl of Lincoln and Dodger. How now, good Dodger? What's the news in France? My lord, upon the 18th day of May the French and English were prepared to fight. Each side with eager fury gave the sign of a most hot encounter. Five long hours both armies fought together. At the length the lot of victory fell on our side. Twelve thousand of the Frenchmen that day died. Four thousand English and no man of name but Captain Hayem and Young Ardington. Two gallant gentlemen, I knew them well. But Dodger, pretty, tell me, in this fight, how did my cousin Lacey bear himself? My lord, your cousin Lacey was not there. Not there? Oh my god, Lord. Sure thou mistakenest. I saw him shipped and a thousand eyes beside were witnesses of the farewells which he gave me. When I, with weeping eyes, bid him adieu. Dodger, take heed. My lord, I am advised that what I spake is true. To prove it so, his cousin asked you that supplied his place, sent me for him from France,

48:33that secretly he might convey himself the other. Is it even so? Dare he took carelessly venture his life upon the indignation of a king? Has he despised my love and spurred those favors which I, with prodigal hand, poured on his head? He shall repent his rashness with his soul. Since of my love he makes no estimate, I'll make him wish he had not known my hate. Thou hast no other news? None else, my lord. None worse I know thou hast. Procure the king to crown his giddy brows with ample honors. Give him chief colonel and all my hope, thus to be dashed. But it is in vain to grieve. One evil cannot a worse relieve. Upon my life I have found out this plot. That old dog loved that formed upon him so, loved to that, puelling girl, his fair-chicked rose. The lord may his daughter have distracted him, and in the fire of that love's lunacy hath he burnt himself up, consumed his credit, lost the king's love.

49:34Okay, and I fear his life, only to get a wanton to his wife. Dodger, it is so. I fear so, my good lord. It is so. Nay, sure it cannot be. I am at my wit's end, Dodger. Yay, my lord. Thou art acquainted with my nephews haunts? Spend this gold for thy paint. Go seek him out. Watch at my lord, ma'er's. Where if he lived, Dodger, thou shalt be sure to meet with him? Pretty, be diligent. They see thy name lived once in honour. Now it is dead in shame. Be circumspect. Exit. I warrant you, my lord. Exit. Seen three. London, a room in the Lord May's house. Enter the Lord Mayer and Master Scott. Good Master Scott, I have been bold with you to be a witness to a wedding not be Twixt

50:34Young Master Hammond and my daughter. Oh, stand aside. See where the lovers come. And to Master Hammond and Rose. Can it be possible you love me so? No, no. Within those eyeballs I aspire a parrot-likely hoods of flattery. Pray now, let's go my hand. Sweet mistress Rose, misconstrued not by words nor misconceiver by affection, whose devoted soul swears that I love the dearer than my heart. As dear as your own heart, I judge it right, men love their hearts best when they're out of sight. I love you by this hand. Yet, hands off now. If flesh be frail, how weak and frails your vow. Then by my life I swear. Then do not brawl. One quarrel loses wife and life and all is not your meaning thus. In faith you jest. Love loves to sport, therefore leave love, you are best. What square they, Master Scott? So never doubt lovers are quickly in and quickly out.

51:39Sweet Rose, be not so strange in fancying me, they never turn aside. Shun not by sight. I am not grown so fond, to fond by love on any that you're quitted with the stain. If you will love me, so, if not farewell. Why, how now lovers, are you both agreed? Yes, Faith, my Lord. This well, give me your hand. Give me your daughter. How now both pull back? What means this girl? I mean to live a maid. A side. But not to die one. Pause, air that be said. Will you still cross me, still be obstinate? May chide her not, my Lord, for doing well. As she can live, and happy Virgin's life, his farm wall blessed then to be a wife. Say sir, I cannot. I have made a vow. Whoever be my husband, it is not you. Your tongue is quick. But Master Hammond, no, I bad you welcome to another end.

52:41What would you have me, peul and pine and pray with lovely lady, mistress of my heart, pardon your servant, and the rhyme or play, railing on Cupid at his tyrant's dart? Or shall I undertake some martial spoil, wearing your glove at turnian at tilt, and tell me how many gallons I unhaurst. Sweet will this pleasure you. Yay, when will it begin? What, love rhymes man, fire on that deadly sin. If you will have her, I'll make her agree. In force of love is worse than hate to me. A side. There is a winch, keep shop in the old change. To her will I, it is not wealth I seek. I have enough and will prefer her love before the world. My good Lord, Naya, adieu, old love for me, I have no luck with new. Exit. Now, mammoth, you have well behaved yourself, but you shall curse your coinus if I live. Who's within there? See you convey your mistress straight to the old Ford.

53:42I'll keep you straight enough, for God I would have sworn the peul and girl would willingly accept at Hammond's love, but banish him, my thoughts. Go, minion in. Exit rose. Now, tell me, Master Scott, would you have thought that Master Simon Air, the shoemaker, had been of wealth to buy such merchandise? To swell my Lord, who honour and myself be partners with him, for your bills of lading show that air's games and one commodity rise at the least to fall £3,000, besides like gang that the merchandise. Well he shall spend some of his thousands now, for I have sent for him to the guild hall. And to air. See where he comes. Good morrow, Master Air. Poor Simon Air, my Lord, your shoemaker. Well well, it likes yourself to term you so. And the dodger. Now, Master Dodger, what's the news with you? I'd gladly speak in private to your honour. You shall, you shall.

54:42Master Air and Master Scott, I have some business with this gentleman. I pray let me and treat you to walk before to the guild hall, I'll follow presently. Master Air, I hope air noon to call you Sheriff. I would not care my Lord if you might call me King of Spain. Come, Master Scott. Exant Air and Scott. Now, Master Dodger, what's the news you bring? The Earl of Lincoln buy me greet your Lordship, and earnestly request you, if you can inform him why his nephew Lacey keeps. Is not his nephew Lacey now in France? No, I assure you your Lordship, but disguise lurks here in London. London? Is it even so? It may be, but upon my faith and saw, I know not where he lives or whether he lives. So tell my Lord of Lincoln. lurks in London. Well, Master Dodger, you perhaps may start him. Be but the means to rid him into France, I'll give you a dozen angels for your pains.

55:44So much I love his honor, hate his nephew, and privy so informed by Lord from me. I take my leave. Exit Dodger. Farewell, good Master Dodger. Lacey in London. I dare upon my life my daughter knows thereof, and for that cause denied young Master Hammond in his love. Well, I am glad I sent her to old Ford. What's Lord to his late? To Guildhall I must hide. I know my brethren stay my company. Exit. Seen for. London. A room in Ares House. And to Ferck, Marjorie, Hans and Roger. Thou goest too fast for me, Roger. Oh, Ferck. I, forsooth. I pray thee, run. Do you hear? Run to Guildhall, and learn if my husband, Master Air, will take that worshipful vocation of Master Sheriff upon him.

56:45Hi thee, good Ferck. Take it. Well, I go. And he should not take it, Ferck swears to forceware him. Yes, forsooth, I go to Guildhall. Nay, when? Thou art too compendious and tedious. O rare, your excellence is full of eloquence. I like a new cartwheel, my name speaks, and she looks like an old musty ale bottle going to scolding. Nay, when? Thou wilt make me melancholy. God forbid your worship should fall into that humour, I run. Exit. Let me see now. Roger and Hans. Ah, forsooth, Dame, a mistress, I should say. But the old term so sticks to the roof of my mouth, I can hardly lick it off. Even what Thou wilt, good Roger, Dame is a fair name for any honest Christian, but let it pass. How dost thou, Hans? Nay, thank you, bro. Well, Hans and Roger, you see, God has blessed your master, and per day, if ever he comes

57:48to be master Sheriff of London, as we are all mortal, you shall see I will have some odd singer rather in a corner for you. I will not be your back friend, but let that pass. Hans, pray thee, thy my shoe. Yooo, exiled, bro. Roger, thou knows the size of my foot. Is it is none of the biggest, so I thank God, it is handsome enough. Prithi, let me have a pair of shoes made. Quark, good Roger, wouldn't heel too. You shall. Art thou acquainted with never a farthing-gale maker, nor a French hood-maker? I must enlarge my bum. How shall I look in a hood, I wonder? Per-Dee, oddly I think. As a cat out of a pillory, very well I warned you, mistress. Indeed, all flesh is grass, and Roger can't stop tell where I may buy good hair. Yes, for sooth, at the polterer's in gracious street.

58:48Now art an ungracious wag. Prithi, I mean a folds hair for my peri-wig. Why, mistress, the next time I cut my beard, you shall have the shavings of it, but they are all true hairs. It is very hot, I must get me a fan. Or else a mask. So you had need to hide your wicked face? Fire upon it, how costly this world's calling is. Per-Dee, but that is one of the wonderful works of God, I would not deal with it. It's not frarky come yet. Hunts be not so sad, let it pass and vanish as my husband's worship says. It been roguelic, not see-how so. Mistress, will you drink a pipe of tobacco? Oh, fire upon it, Roger, per-Dee. These filthy tobacco pipes are the most idle-slavering bubbles that ever I felt. Out upon it, God bless us men look not like men that use them. And the rave, lame.

59:50What? Fellow rave. Mistress, look here, Jane's husband. Why? How now, lame? Hunts, make much of him. He's a brother of our trade, a good workman and a tall soldier. Y'all be welcome, brother. Per-Dee, I knew him not. How does now, good rave? I'm glad to see thee well. I would to God you saw me die as well as when I went from London into France. Trust me, I am sorry, rave, to see thee impotent. Lord, how the wars have made him sunburned. The left leg is not well. It was a fair gift of God, the infirmity took not hold a little higher, considering thou cameest from France. But let that pass. I am glad to see you well, and I rejoice to hear that God has blessed my master so since my departure. Yeah, truly rave, I thank my maker. But let that pass. And, so rave, what news, what news in France?

1:00:53Tell me, good roger, first what news in England. How does my Jane? Wind itst thou see my wife? Where lives my poor heart? She'll be poor indeed now, I want limbs to get whereon to feed. Lims? Past thou not hands, man? Thou shalt never see a shoemaker want bread, though we have but three fingers on a hand. Yet all this while I hear not of my Jane. Oh, rave, your wife. Per-Dee, we know not what's become of her. She was here a while, and because she was married grew more stately than became her. I checked her and so forth, away she flung never returned, nor said by nor bar, and rave, you know, kami, kadi. And so as I tell ye, roger is not fark come yet. No, forsew. And so indeed we heard not of her, but I hear she lives in London, but let that pass. If she had wanted, she might have opened her case to me or my husband, or to any of my

1:01:58men. I am sure it is not any of them, per-Dee, but would have done her good to his power. Hans, look if fark become. Your yaw, ex-arvel. Exit Hans. And so as I said, but rave, why does thou weep? Thou knowest that naked we came out of our mother's womb, and naked we must return, and therefore thank gold for all things. No, faith. Jane is a stranger here. But rave pulled up a good heart. I know thou hast one. Thy wife, man, is in London. One told me he saw her a while ago very brave and neat. We'll ferret her out, and London holder. Alas, poor soul, he's overcome with sorrow. He does, but as I do, weep for the loss of any good thing. But rave, get thee in, call for some meat and drink. Thou shalt find me worshipful towards thee. I thank you, Dame, since I want limbs and lands.

1:03:01I'll trust a god, my good friends, and my hands. Exit. And ta hunts, and fark running. Run, good hands. Oh, hoge, oh, mistress, hoge, he's up vine ears. Mistress snug up your looks, on with your best apparel. My master is chosen. My master is cool. No, you condemned by the cry of the country to be sheriff of the city for this famous year now to come. And time now being, a great many men in black gowns were asked for their voices in their hands, and my master had all their fists about his ears presently, and they cried, I, I, I, I, and so I came away. Therefore without all other grieve I do salute you, mistress, shrieve. You're my master is the grult man, the shrieve. Did I not tell you, mistress? Now I may boldly say, good morrow to your worship. Good morrow, good roger. I thank you, my good people all.

1:04:03Fark hold up thy hand. He's a three penny piece for thy tidings. But three half-pence I think. Yes, tis three-pence I smell the rose. But mistress, be ruled by me, and do not speak so poolingly. To do worship speak so, not she. No, faith mistress, speak me in the old key. To it, fark, there good fark. Play your business, hodge. Oge with a full mouth. I'll fill your bellies with good cheer till they cry twang. And to air, wearing a gold chain. See my leave a brooder, hear compt my meester. Welcome home, master shrieve. I pray God continue you in health and wealth. See here, my Maggie, a chain, a gold chain for Simon air. I shall make thee a lady. He is a French hood for thee. On with it, on with it.

1:05:04Dress thy brows with this flap of a shoulder of mutton to make thee look lovely. Where be my fine men, Roger? I'll make over my shop and tools to thee. Fark, thou shalt be the foreman. Hands, thou shalt have one hundred for twenty. Be as mad naves as your master, Simereth been, and you shall live to be share of sublundin'. I'll just thou light me, Marjorie. Once I am none, yet I am princely born. Fark, Oge, and hands, I forsooth, What say your worship, Master Sheriff? Worship and honour, you Babylonian naves for the gentle craft. But I forgot myself. I'm bitten by my Lord Mayor to dinner to old Ford. He's gone before I must after. Come, mage, on with your trinkets. Now my true Trojans, my fine firc,

1:06:05my dappahodge, my honest hands, some devised, some odd crotchets, some morris or such like, for the honour of the gentleman shoemakers. Meet me at old Ford, you know my mind. Come, mage, away. Shut up the shop, naves, and make holiday. Exant. O rare, O brave, come, Hodge, follow me, Hans. We'll be with them for a morris dance. Exant. Seen five, a room at old Ford, and to the Lord Mayor rose, air, Marjorie in a French hood, Sibul and other servants. Trust me, you are as welcome to old Ford as I myself. Truly I thank your Lordship. Would our bad cheer were worth the thanks you give. Good cheer, my Lord Mayor, fine cheer. A fine house, fine walls, all fine and neat. Now by my trofelthal, tell you, Master Air,

1:07:08it does me good and all my brethren that such a mad cap fellow as thy self is entered into our society. I but my Lord, he must learn now to put on gravity. Please, Maggie, a fig for gravity. When I go to Guildhall in my skull at gown, I'll look as demurely as a saint and speak as gravely as a justice of peace. But now I am here at old Ford at my good Lord Mayor's house, let it go by, vanish, Maggie. I'll be merry, away with flip-flap, these full-reasties, galleries. What, honey, prince or my nun, yet am I princely born? What is my Lord Mayor? Ha, ha, ha, I had rather than a thousand pound, I had an heart but half so late as yours. Why, what should I do, my Lord? A pound of care, piz, not a drum of debt. Um, let's be merry, whilst we're young. Old age, sack and sugar will steal upon us here,

1:08:08we be aware. The first three men's song. Oh, the month of May, the merry month of May, so frolic, so gay, and so green, so green, so green, oh, and then did I unto my true love say, sweet peg thou shalt be my summer queen, now the nightingale, the pretty nightingale, the sweetest singer, in all the forest choir, and treats thee, sweet peggy, to hear thy true love stale, low yonder, she's siteth, a breast against a bride. But oh, I spy the cuckoo, the cuckoo, the cuckoo,

1:09:08see where she's siteth, come away my joy, come away, I pretty, I do not like the cuckoo, should sing where my peggy and daiky centoy, oh, the month of May, the merry month of May, so frolic, so gay, and so green, so green, so green, and then did I unto my true love say, sweet peg thou shalt be my summer queen, it's well done. Mr. Sair, pray give good counsel to my daughter. I hope Mr. Sroes will have to grace to take nothing that's bad. Pray God she do, for a faith, Mr. Sair, I would bestow upon that Peavish girl, a thousand marks more than I mean to give her, upon condition she'd be ruled by me, the ape still crosseth me. There came of late a proper gentleman of fair revenues, whom gladly I would call son-in-law, but my fine cockney would have none of him,

1:10:08he'll prove a coxcom for it here you die, a courtier or no man must please your eye. Be ruled, sweet rose, that ripe for a man. Marry not with a boy that has no more hair in his face than thou hast on thy cheeks, a courtier, wash, go by, stand not upon fishery, battery. Those silk and fellows are but painted images, outsides, outsides, Sroes, they're in the linings at dawn. No, my fine mouse, marry me with a gentleman groser like my Lord Mayor, your father. A groser is a sweet trade, plums, plums, and I, a son or daughter, should marry out of the generation and blood of the shoemakers, he should pack. What, the gentle trade is a living for a man through Europe, through the world. A nose-pulling of a tabour and a pipe. What noise is this? Oh, my Lord Mayor, a crew of good fellows that for love to your honour are come here though with a morris stance.

1:11:10Come in, my Mesopotamians, cheerily. And, De Hodge, hunts, rave, ferk, and other shoemakers in a morris. After a little dancing, the Lord Mayor speaks. Master air are all these shoemakers. Oh, cold wine is my good Lord Mayor. A side. Hell like my lazy looks you under shoemaker. A side. Oh, that I dursed but speak unto my love. Sibyl, go fetch some wine to make these drink. You are all welcome. We thank you Lordship. Roast takes a couple of wine and goes to lazy. For his sake, whose fair shape they are representist, good friend I drink to thee. It could be danker, good, freaster. I see, Mr. Zrooze, you do not want judgment. You have drunk to the properest man I keep. Here be some of them their parts to be as proper as he. Well, urgent business calls me back to London.

1:12:10Good fellows first go in and taste our cheer and to make Mary as you homework go spend these two angels in beer at Stratford Pole. To these two my mad lads, Simair adds another. Then cheerly fuc, tickle it hands and all for the honor of shoemakers. All go dancing out. Come, Master air. Let's have your company. Exant. Sibyl, what shall I do? Why? What's the matter? That hands the shoemaker is my love, Lacey, disguised in that attire to find me out. How should I find the means to speak with him? What, Mistress? Never fear. I'd adventure my maiden head to nothing and that's great odds that hands the Dutchman when we come to London will not only see and speak with you, but in spite of all your father's policies, steal you away and marry you.

1:13:12Will this not please you? Do this and ever be assured of my love. Away then and follow your father to London. Lester absence calls him to suspect something. Tomorrow if my council be obeyed or bind you printers to the gentle trade. Exant. End of act three. Act four of the shoemaker's holiday by Thomas Decker. This is a Librovox recording. All Librovox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librovox.org. Act four. Scene one. A street in London. Jane in the seamstress shop. Working. Enter Master Hammond. Muffled. He stands aloof. Yonder's the shop.

1:14:12And there my fair love sits. She's fair and lovely, but she is not mind. Oh, that she were. Thrice have I courted her. Thrice hath my hand been moistened with her hand whilst my poor famished eyes to feed on that which made them famish. I am unfortunate. I still love one yet nobody loves me. I muse in other men what women see that I so want. Fine Mistress Rose was coy and this too curious. Oh, no, she is chased and for she thinks me want and she denies to tear my cold heart with her sunny eyes. How prettily she works. Oh, pretty hand. Oh, happy work. It will be good to stand unseemed to see her. Thus I oft have stood in frosty evenings a light burning by her enduring biting cold only to eye her. One only look hath seemed as rich to me as a king's crown such as love's lunacy.

1:15:16Muffled I'll pass along and by that try whether she know me. Sir, what is Dubai? What is Dulaksa? Calico or lawn? Fine-cambrick shirts or bands? What will you buy? Aside. What which thou wilt not sell? Faith it'll try. How do you sell this hankerchief? Good cheap. And how these ruffs? Cheap too. And how this band? Cheap too. All cheap. How sell you then this hand? My hands are not to be sold. To be given then, nay, faith I come to buy. But none knows when. Good sweet, leave work a little while. Let's play. I cannot live by keeping holiday. I'll pay you for the time which shall be lost. With me you shall not be at so much cost. Look how you wound this cloth so you wound me.

1:16:17It may be so. Tis so. What remedy? Nay, faith you are to coy. Let go my hand. I will do any task at your command. I would let go this beauty where I not in mind to disobey you by a power that controls kings. I love you. So now part. With hands I may but never with my heart in faith I love you. I believe you do. Shall a true love in me breed hate in you. I hate you not. Then you must love. I do. What are you better now? I love not you. All this I hope is but a woman's fray that means come to me when she cries away. In earnest mistress I do not just. A true chaste love have entered in my breast. I love you daily as I love my life. I love you as a husband loves a wife. That and no other love my love requires. Thy wealth I know is little. My desires thirst not for gold.

1:17:18Sweet butious Jane. It's mine shall if thou make thyself thine all be thine. Sage what has thy sentence life or death mercy or cruelty lies in thy breath. Good sir I do believe you love me well. For tis a silly conquest silly pride for one like you. I mean a gentleman to boast that by his love trick see if brought such and such women to his amorous lure. I think you do not so yet many do and make it even a very trade to woo. I could be coy as many women be feed you with sunshine smiles and wanton looks but I detest witchcraft. Say that I do constantly believe you constant. Why does thou not believe me? I believe you but yet good sir because I will not grieve you with hopes to taste fruit which will never fall. In simple truth this is the sum of all.

1:18:19My husband lives at least I hope he lives. Pressed was he to these bitter wars in France. Bitter they are to me by wanting him. I have but one heart and that heart is his due. How can I then bestow the same on you? Just he lives. His I live. Be it nurse or poor. And rather be his wife than a king's hall. Chased and dear woman I will not abuse thee although it cost my life if thou refuse me. Thy husband pressed for France what was his name? Rafe Damport. Damport. He is a letter sent from France to be from a dear friend of mine a jettel bit of place. Here he doth write their names that hath been slain in every fight. I hope death's scroll contains not my love's name. Cannot you read? I can. Peru is the same to my remembrance such a name I read amongst the rest. See here. I me.

1:19:21He's dead. He's dead. If this be true my dear heart slain. Hath patience dear love. Hence hence. Naysweet J. Make not poor sorrow proud with these rich tears. I mourn thy husband's death because thou mournst. That bill is forged, his signed by forgery. I'll bring thee letters sent besides too many carrying the like report. Jane, tis too true. Come weep not, mourning though it rise from love helps not the mourn yet hurts them that mourn. For God's sake leave me. With a dust out turn. Forget the dead. Love them that are alive. His love is faded. Try how mine will thrive. Tis now no time for me to think on love. Tis now best time for you to think on love because your love lives not. Though he be dead, my love to him shall not be buried. For God's sake leave me to myself alone. Tweet kill my soul to leave thee drowned in moan.

1:20:23Answer me to my suit and I am gone. Say to me ye or no. No. Then farewell. One farewell will not serve. I come again. Come dry these wet cheeks. Tell me faith sweet Jane. Ye or no once more. Once more I say no. Once more be gone I pray. Else will I go. May then I will grow rude by this white hand until you change that cold no. Here I'll stand till by your heart heart. May for God's love peace my sorrows by your presence more increase. Not that you thus are present but all grief desires to be alone. Therefore in brief thus much I say and saying bid ad you, if ever I wed man it shall be you. Oh blessed voice, dear Jane I'll urge no more thy breath hath made thee rich. Death makes me poor. Exant.

1:21:25Seen to London a street before Hodges shop. Hodg at his shop board. Rafe, Thurk, Hans and a boy at work. Hey down, a down, down, Derry. Well said my heart. Fly your work today we loitered yesterday. To it, pal, mel that we may live to be Lord mayors or aldermen at least. Hey down, a down, Derry. Well said in faith. I'll say as thou, Hans, doth not fork tickle it. Your, mister. Not so neither my organ pipes quakes this morning for want of liquoring. Hey down, a down, Derry. Forr with fork, Thou best done yourly youngster. Hort thy maester, Ick bids you cut me on pair of ampers on maester jeffries. Uff boots. Thou shalt, Hans. Master. How now, boy?

1:22:26Pray, now you're in the cutting vein. Cut me out a pair of counterfeits, or else my work will not pass current. Hey down, a down. Tell me, sirs. Are my cousin Mrs Priscilla's shoes done? Your cousin. No, master. When he or her aunts hang her, let them alone. I am in and with them. She gave charge that none but I should do them for her. Thou do for her, then to be a lame doing, and that she loves not. Ralph thou mightst have sent her to me in faith I would have yurt and furked your Priscilla. Hey down, a down, Derry. This gear will not hold. How say is thou, ferk, where we not marry at old Ford? How, Mary, why our buttocks went jiggy joggy like a quaggmyre. Well, sir Roger Oatmeal. If I thought all meal of that nature, I would eat nothing but bag puddings.

1:23:26Of all good fortunes my fellow hands had the best. It is true, because Mistress Rose drank to him. Well, well, work a pace. They say seven of the aldermen be dead, or very sick. I care not, I'll be none. No nor I, but then my master heir will come quickly to be Lord Mayor. And a sible. Whop, yonder, come sible. Sible, welcome in faith. And how dost thou, mad wench? Sible, welcome to London. God a mercy, sweet ferk. Good Lord Hodge, what a delicious shot you have got. You tickle at thy faith. God a mercy, sible, for our good cheer at old Ford. That you shall have, Ralph. No, by the mass we had tickling cheer sible. And how the plague dust thou and Mistress Rose and my Lord Mayor? I put the women in first. Well, God a mercy. But God's me, I forget myself.

1:24:29Where's Hans the Fleming? Ark butter box now you must yell pout some sprykin. What be gare you? What a vodka for Easter? Mary, you must come to my young mistress. To pull on her shoes you made last. Varben your eagle-froll? Varben your mistress? Mary, here at our London house in Cornhill. Will nobody serve her turn but Hans? No, sir. Come Hans, I stand upon needles. Why then, sible. Take heat of pricking. For that let me alone. I have a trick in my budget. Come Hans. Your, your exal mit you gain. Exit Hans and sible. Go Hans, make haste again. Come, who lacks work? I'm asked there for I lack my breakfast to his munching time and past. Is to so? Why then leave work, Ralph, to breakfast?

1:25:31Boy, look to the tools. Come Ralph, come, fork. Exant. Seen three, the same. Enter our serving man. Let me see now, the sign of the last in tower streets. Mass, yonder's the house. What law? Who's within? Enter Ralph. Who calls there? What won't you say? Mary, I would have a pair of shoes made for a gentle woman against tomorrow morning. What can you do then? Yes, sir, you shall have them. But what length's her foot? Why you must make them in all parts like this shoe. But at any hand, fail not to do them. For the gentle woman is to be married very early in the morning. How? By this shoe must it be made. By this. Are you sure, sir, by this? How by this am I sure by this? Although in thou it's, I tell thee,

1:26:31I must have a pair of shoes. Does thou mark me? A pair of shoes, two shoes made by this very shoe. This same shoe against tomorrow morning by four o'clock. Does thou understand me? Can't thou do it? Oh, yes, sir, yes, I can do it by this shoe, you say. I should know this shoe, yes, sir, yes, by this shoe I can do it. Four o'clock, well, with a shall I bring them? To design of the golden ball in Watling Street. And choir for one master, Hammond, a gentleman, my master. Yes, sir, by this shoe you say. I say master, Hammond, at the golden ball. He's the bridegroom, and those shoes are for his bride. They shall be done by this shoe. Well, well, master, Hammond, at the golden shoe. I would say the golden ball, very well, very well.

1:27:34But I pray you, sir, where must master Hammond be married? At his face, church, under poles. But what's the to-dee? Pretty dispatched those shoes, and so farewell. Exit. By this shoe said he. How am I amazed by this strange accident? Upon my life, this was the very shoe I gave my wife when I was pressed for France. Since when, alas, I never could hear of her. It is the same, and Hammond's bride no other but my Jane. And a ferk. Snails, Ralph, thou hast lost thy part of three pots, a countrymen of mine gave me to breakfast. I care not. I have found a better thing. A thing away. Is it a man's thing or a woman's thing? Ferk. Dust thou know this shoe? No by my trove. Neither do that know me. I have no acquaintance with it. It is a mere stranger to me.

1:28:36Why then I do? This shoe I dursed be sworn once covered the end step of my Jane. This is her size, a breadth, thus trod my love. These true love not I pricked. I hold my life by this old shoe I shall find out my wife. Ha ha. Old shoe that weren't new. How a moron came his egg you fit a foolishness upon thee. Thus ferk, even now here came a serving-man. By this shoe, would he have a new pair made against tomorrow morning for his mistress that's to be married to a gentleman? And why may not this be my sweet Jane? And why may it's not thou be my sweet ass? Ha ha. Well laugh and spare not. What the truth is this? Against tomorrow morning I'll provide elastic crew of honest shoe-makers to watch the going of the bride to church. If she proves Jane I'll take her in despite from Hammond and the devil were he by.

1:29:39If it be not my Jane what remedy? Iruv I am sure I shall live till I die, although I never with a woman lie. Exit. Thou lie with a woman to build nothing but cripple gates. Well how, God sends false fortune and it may be he may light upon his matrimony by such a device for wading and hanging goes by destiny. Exit. Seen for. London. A room in the Lord may his house. And to Hanson rose. I'm in arm. How happy I am by embracing thee. Oh, I did fear such cross-miss-hapested rain that I should never see my rose again. Sweet Lacey. Since fair opportunity offers herself to further our escape, led not too over fond esteem of me hinder that happy hour. Invent the means and rose will follow thee through all the world. Oh how I surf it with excess of joy made happy by thy rich perfection.

1:30:43But since thou payest sweet interest to my hopes, redoubling love on love, let me once more like to a bold, faced debtor crave of thee this night to steal abroad. And at air's house, who now by death of certain older men is mayor of London, and my master wants, meet thou thy lacy, where in spite of change your father's anger and mine uncle's hate, our happy nuptials will we consummate. Antiscible. Oh God, what shall we do, Mistress? Shift yourself your fathers at hand. He's coming, he's coming. A master lacy hides yourself in my mistress. For God's sake, shift yourselves. Your hither comes sweet rose. What shall I do? Where shall I hide me? How shall I escape? A man and want wit in extremity? Come, come.

1:31:43Behan still. Play the shoemaker. Pull on my shoe. And to the Lord, may I. Mass, and that's well remembered. Here comes your father. Forvar, Mistress, Tizun, good school. Exalveldut, or you son-eat-but-talin. Oh God, it pincheth me. What will you do? Aside. Your father's presence pincheth, not the shoe. Well done. Fit my daughter well, and she shall please thee well. Oh, yo, equate that well, forvar. Tizun, good school. Tizgemat van needs later. See ever me in here. And to apprentice. I do believe it. What's the news with you? Please you, the Earl of Lincoln at the gate is duly lighted and would speak with you. The Earl of Lincoln come to speak with me. Well, well, I know his errand. And her rose and hence your shoemaker, dispatch, have done.

1:32:43Sib makes things handsome. Sir Boy, follow me. Exit. My uncle come. Oh, what may this portend? Sweet rose this of our love threatens an end. Be not dismayed at this. What air before, rose is thine own. To witness I speak the truth, where thou pointest the place I'll meet with thee. I will not fix a day to follow thee, but presently steal hence. Do not reply. Love which gave strength to bear my father's hate shall now add wings to further our escape. Exant. Seen five. Another room in the same house. Enter the Lord Mayor and the Earl of Lincoln. Believe me on my credit, I speak truth. Since first your nephew Lacey went to France, I have not seen him. It seemed strange to me when Darje told me that he stayed behind, neglecting the hide charge of the King imposed. Trust me so, Roger Oedley. I did think your council had given head to this attempt.

1:33:46Drawn to it by the love he bears your child. Here I did hope to find him in your house. But now I see my nera and confess my judgment wronged you by conceiving so. Lodge in my house, say you. Trust me my Lord. Love your nephew Lacey too, too dearly, so much to wrong his honor. And he have done so that first gave him advice to stay from France. To witness I speak truth, I let you know how careful I have been to keep my daughter free from all conference or speech of him. Not that I scorn your nephew, but in love I bear your honor, lest your noble blood should by my mean worth be dishonored. Aside. How far the chill's tongue wanders from his heart. Well well, so Roger Oedley, I believe you. With more than many thanks for the kind love so much you seem to bear me. But my Lord, let me request your help to seek my nephew whom if I find I'll straighten bark for France.

1:34:47So shall your rose be free, my thoughts at rest, and much care die which now lies in my breast. And decibel. Oh Lord, help for God's sake, my mistress, oh my young mistress. Where is thy mistress? What's become of her? She's gone, she's fled. Gone? Where there is she fled? I know not for soup. She fled out of doors with hands the shoemaker. I saw them scud, scud, scud to pace, a pace. Which way? What, John? Where be my men? Which way? I know not, and please your worship. fled with a shoemaker? Can this be true? Oh Lord, sir, as true as gods in heaven. Her love turned shoemaker? I am glad of this. A Fleming Butter Box, a shoemaker. Will she forget her birth, require my care with such in gratitude? Scorn she young Hammond to love a Hanukkahn, a needy-nave?

1:35:50I'll let her fly. I'll not fly after her, let her starve if she will, she's none of mine. Be not so cruel, sir. And defect with shoes. I'm glad she's escaped. I'll not account of her as of my child. Was there no better object for her eyes but a foul drunken lover, swill belly, a shoemaker? That's brave. Ye full soothed is a very brave shoe and as fit as a pudding. Oh now what neve is this? From whence come us thou? No nave sir, I am firk the shoemaker. Lasty Roger's chief, lasty journeyman, and I have come hither to take up the pretty leg of sweet mistress rose, and thus, hoping your worship is in as good health as I was at the making hereof, I bid you farewell, yours, firk. Stay, stay, sir nave. Come hither shoemaker. This happy nave is put before the shoemaker, or else I would not have vouchsafed to come

1:36:50back to you. I am moved for I stir. My lord, this villain calls us neve's by craft. Then tis by the gentle craft, and to call one nave gently is no harm. Set your worship, Mary. Sib, your young mistress. I'll so bob them now, my master air is Lord Mayor of London. Tony, sir, whose man are you? I'm glad to see your worship so, Mary. I have no more to this gear, no stomach as yet to a red peticoat. Pointing to Sibble. He means not, sir, to woo you to his maid, but only doth demand whose man you are. I signal to the tune of Rogero. Roger, my fellow, is now my master. Sir, no, sir, one hand, a shoemaker. Hands shoemaker? Oh, yes, stay, yes, I have him. I tell you what, I speak it in secret. Mistress Rose, and he, ah, by this time, no, not so but shortly, are to come over one

1:37:51another with can you dance the shaking of the sheets? It is that hands. Aside? I'll so gullies diggers. Norst thou then where he is? Yes, forsooth, ye, Mary. Canst thou, in sadness? No, forsooth, no, Mary. Honest fellow, me good, honest fellow, where he is, and thou shalt see what I will be stolen thee. Honest fellow, no, sir, not so, sir, my profession is the gentle craft I care not for seeing. I love feeling. Let me feel it here, orium tennis. Ten pieces of gold. Genome tennis, ten pieces of silver, and then furkies your man in a new pair of stretches. Here is an angel, part of thy reward which I will give thee. Tell me where he is. No point. Shall I betray my brother? No, shall I prove Judas to hands? No. Shall I cry treason to my corporation?

1:38:52No. I shall be furked and yirked, then. But give me your angel. Your angel shall tell you. Do so good, fellow, toes no hurt to thee. Send simple in, sibber-way. Her soyf get you in. Exit, sibber. Pictures aviars and maids have wide mouths, but for hands, prawns, and pom my word, tomorrow morning he and young mistress rose go to this gear. They shall be married together by this rush, or else turn furk to a furkin of butter to tan leather with all. But are thou sure of this? Am I sure that Paul Steepall is a handful higher than London's stone, although at the pissing conduit leagues nothing but pure mother-bunch? Am I sure I am lusty, furk? God's nails, do you think I'm so based to gull you? Where are they married? Does thou know the church? I never go to church, but I know the name of it. It's a swearing church. Stay a while, tis, I, by the mass. No, no, tis, I, by my troeth.

1:39:56No, nor that. Tis, I, by my faith. That, that, tis, I, by my faith's church under Paul's cross. There they shall be knit like a pair of stockings in matrimony. There they will be in Coney. On my life, mine if you lacy walks in the disguise of this stachshumaker. Yes, forsooth. Doth he not, honours fellow. No, forsooth, I think, hands is nobody but hands, no spirit. My mind misgives me now. Tis, so, indeed. My cousin speaks the language, knows the trade. Let me request your company, my lord. Your honorable presence may no doubt refrain their headstrong rushness, when myself going alone perchance may be or born. Shall I request this favor? This, or what else? Then you must rise be times, for they mean to fall to their hay-pass and reparse pindi pandi, which hand will you have very early.

1:40:57My care shall every way equal their haste. This night accept your lodging in my house, the earlier shall we stir, and at St. Faith's prevent this jiddy hair-brained nupchul. This traffic of hot love shall yield cold gains. They ban our loves and wheel forbid their bans. Exit. At St. Faith's church thou sayest? Yes, by their troath. Be secret, on thy life. Exit. Yes, when I kiss your wife, ha ha, is no craft in the gentle craft. I came hither of purpose with shoes to Sir Roger's worship, whilst Rose is door to be cony catched by hands. Soft now, these two girls will be at St. Faith's church tomorrow morning, to take master bridegroom and mistress bride napping. And they, in the meantime, shall chop up the matter at the Savoy. But the best sport is, Sir Roger, only will find my fellow lame rouse wife, going to

1:41:57marry a gentleman, and then he'll stop her instead of his daughter. Oh, brave, there will be fine tickling sport. Soft now, what have I to do? Oh, I know now a mess of shoemakers meet at the wall sack in Ivy Lane to cousin my gentleman of lame rouse wife, that's true. A lack, collack, girls hold out tack, for now smocks, for his jumbling shall go to rack. Exit. End of Act 4. Act 5 of the Shoemakers Holiday by Thomas Decker. This is a Librovox recording. All Librovox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librovox.org. Act 5. Scene 1. A room in air's house. Enter air, margary, hums and rows. This is the morning then.

1:42:59Stay my bully, my honest, hands. Is it not? This is the morning that must make us too happy or miserable. Therefore if you are... Away with these ifs and ends, hands. And these, etc. Why my honour, Roland Lacey, none but the King shall wrong thee. Come fear nothing, am I not sim air? Is not sim air Lord Mayor of London? Fear nothing rose, let them all say what they can. Dainty, come thou to me. Larvest thou. Good my lord, stand her friend in what thing you may. Why my sweet lady, Maggie, think you sim an air can forget his fine Dutch journeyman? No, va. Fai, I scorn it. It shall never be cast in my teeth that I was unthankful. Lady Maggie, thou hast never covered thy sarrison's head with his French flap. Nor load and thy bum with this far then go.

1:44:01Distrash, trumpery, vanity. Sim an air had never walked in a red petticoat, nor wore a chain of gold, but for my fine journeyman's Portuguese. And shall I leave him? No, prince am I none yet bear a princely mind. My lord, test time for us to part from hence. Lady Maggie, Lady Maggie, take two or three of my pie crust eaters, my buff jerk invalettes, the duogin black gowns at sim an air's heels. Take them, good lady Maggie, trip and go my brown queen of periwigs with my delicate rose and my jolly rollin' to the Savoy. See them linked, countenance the marriage, and when it is done cling, cling together, you hamboar o' turtle dubs. I'll bear you out, come to sim an air, come dwell with me, hands, thou shalt eat minst pies and march pain. Rose away, cricket, trip and go my lady Maggie to the Savoy.

1:45:05Hands, wid, and to bed, kiss and away, go vanish. Farewell my lord. May cased sweet love. She'd feigned indeed were done. Come my sweet rose, faster than dear will run. Exant hunts, rose and modery. Go vanish, vanish, I've o'ne to say. Mother lord of ludged, it's a mad life to be a lord, mere, it's a stirring life, a fine life, a velvet life, a careful life. Old sim an air yet set a good face on it in the honour of St. Hugh. Soft, the king this day comes to dine with me, to see my new buildings. His majesty is welcome, he shall have good cheer, delicate cheer, princely cheer. This day my fellow apprentices of London come to dine with me too. They shall have fine cheer, gentlemen like cheer. I promise the mad Capodokins, when we all served at the conjured together, that if ever I came to be mayor of London, I would feast them all.

1:46:09And I'll do it, I'll do it, by the life of Pharaoh, by this beard, sim air will be no flincher. Besides I have procured that upon every strove Tuesday, at the sound of the pancake-bell, my fine dapper Assyrian lad shall clap up their shop windows on a way. This is the day, and this day they shall do it, they shall do it. So is that day you are free, let masters care, and apprentices shall pray for sim an air. Exit. Seen too. A street-nears st. Fates church. Enter Hodge, Thurk, Rafe, and five or six shoemakers, all with cudgles or such weapons. Come, Rafe, stand to it, Thurk. My masters, as we are the brave blood of the shoemakers, there is a parent, a saint you, and perpetual benefactors to all good fellows, thou shalt have no wrong. For him in a king of spades he should not delve and lie close

1:47:10without thy sufferance. But tell me, Rafe, are thou short as thy wife? Am I sure this is Thurk? This morning, when I stroked on her shoes, I looked upon her, and she upon me, and sighed, asked me if ever I knew one rife. Yes, said I. Or is Sake said she, tears standing in her eyes, and for thou art somewhat like him, spinned this piece of gold? I took it, my lame leg and my travel beyond sea made me unknown. All is one for that, I know she's mine. Did she give thee this gold? Oh glorious glittering gold, she's thy own, tis thy wife, and she loves thee. For I'll stand to it, there's no woman will give gold to any man, but she thinks better of him than she thinks of them she gives silver to. And for Hammond, neither Hammond nor Hangman shall wrong thee in London, is not our old master heir Lord Mayor, speak my heart.

1:48:12Yes, and Hammond shall know it to his cost. And to Hammond, who's serving man, Jane and others. Peace my bullies, yonder they come. Stand to it, my arts. Thurk, let me speak first. No, Rafe, let me. Hammond, with her away so early. Unmatterly rude slave, what's that to thee? To him, sir, yes sir, and to me and others. Good morrow, Jane, how dost thou? Good Lord, how the world is changed with you. God be thanked. Philan's hands off, how dare you touch my love? Philan's down with them, cry cloth for apprentices. Hold my heart. Touch her, Hammond? Yay, and more than that, will carry her away with us. My masters and gentlemen, never draw your bird-spits. Shoemakers are steel to the back, men every inch of them, all spirit. Well, and what of all this? I'll show you.

1:49:12Jane, to stow know this man? His rave, I can tell thee. Nay, his he and faith, though he be lame by the wars. Yet look not strange, but run to him, fold him about the neck and kiss him. Lives then, my husband. Oh God, let me go, let me embrace my rave. What means my Jane? Nay what meant you to tell me he was slain. Pardon me dear love for being misled. To rave. T'was ruboured here in London thou were dead. Thou seest he lives. Last, go. Pack home with him. Now, master Hammond, where's your mistress, your wife? Swoon's master, fight for her. Will you thus lose her? Down with that creature, clout, down with him. Down with him. Hold, hold. Hold, fool. Sirs, he shall do no wrong. Will my Jane leave me thus and break her faith? Ye sir, she must, sir. She shall, sir. What then?

1:50:12Mended. Hark fellow rave, follow my counsel. Let the wench in the mids and let her choose her man and let her be his woman. Whom should I choose? Whom should my thoughts affect, but him whom heaven have made to be my love? Thou art my husband, and these humble weeds makes the more beautiful than all his wealth. Therefore, I will but put off his attire, returning it into the owner's hand and ever after be thy constant wife. Not a rag, Jane. The laws on our side. He that soes and another man's ground forfeits his harvest. Get the home, rave, follow him, Jane. He shall not have so much as a busk point from thee. Stand to that rouse, the apperton answers a vain own. Hammond, look not at her. Oh, Swoon's no. Blue coat, be quiet. We'll give you a new livery else. Will make Shrove choose these St. George's day for you?

1:51:12Look not, Hammond, lear not, I'll furch you. For thy head now, one glance, one sheep's eye, anything at her. Touch not a rag, lest I am my brethren beat you to clounce. Come, Master Hammond, there's no striving here. Good fellows, hear me speak, an honest rave whom I have injured most by loving Jane. Mark what I offer thee. Here in fair gold is twenty pound. I'll give it thee, full eye, Jane. If this content thee not thou shalt have more. Sell not thy wife, rave, make her not a whore. Say what thou freely ceased I clamed but her and let her be my wife. No, do not rave. Sir, a Hammond, Hammond, dost thou think a shoemaker is so base to be a bod to his own wife for commodity, take thy gold choke with it, where I not lame I would make thee eat thy words. A shoemaker sell his flesh and blood, o indignity. Sir, take up your pelf and be packing.

1:52:13I will not touch one penny but in lieu of that great wrong I offer thy Jane to Jane in thee I give that twenty pound. Since I have failed of her, during my life, I found a woman else shall be my wife. Fair well good fellows of the gentle trade, your morning mirth my morning day has bade. Exit to the serving man. Touch the gold creature if you dare. You are best be trudging. Here Jane take thou it. Now let's home my house. Stay, who comes here? Jane on again with I mask. Enter the ale of Lincoln, the Lord may I and servants. Yonder's the lying valet mocked us so. Come here there, sir. I, sir, I am, sir, you may me, do you not? Where is my nephew married? He married? God give him joy, I am glad of it. They have a fair day and the sign is in a good planet, Mars in Venus. Villain thou told me that my daughter rose this morning should be married at St.

1:53:17Faith's. We have watched there these three hours at the least, yet see we know such thing. Truly I am sorry for it. Brides a pretty thing. Come to the purpose. Yonder's the bride and bride groom you look for, I hope. Though you be Lord, you are not the bar by your authority, men from women, are you? See, see, my daughter's masked. True, and my nephew, the hideous guilt, out of its him lame. Ye truly God help the poor couple, they are lame and blind. Now he's her blindness. All his lameness cure. Lie down, sirs and laugh, my fellow Ralph is taken for road and lacy, and Jane for mistress damace grows. This is all my naivery. What have I found you, minion? Oh, face wretch. Nay, high thy face, the horror of thy guilt can hardly be washed off. Where are thy powers? What battles have you made?

1:54:17Oh yes, I see. Thou fortest with shame, and shame hath conquered thee. This lameness will not serve. Unmask yourself. Lead home your daughter. Take your nephew hence. Swoon, what mean you? Are you mad? I hope you cannot enforce my wife from me. Where's Hammond? Your wife. What Hammond? Ye my wife. And therefore the proudest of you that lays hands on her first are lay my crutchcrosses paint. To him, lame Ralph, here's brave sport. Rose call you her. Why her name is Jane. Look here else, do you know her now? I'm asking Jane. Is this your daughter? No. Nor this your nephew. My lord of Lincoln, we are both abused by this beast crafty violet. Ye forsooth no violet, forsooth no base, forsooth I am but mean, no crafty neither, but

1:55:18of the gentle craft. Where is my daughter Rose? Where is my child? Where is my nephew Lacey married? Why here is good-laced Martin as I promised you? villain, I'll have the punish for this wrong. Punish the journeyman villain but not the journeyman shoemaker. Enter doja. My lord, I come to bring unwelcome news. Your nephew Lacey and your daughter Rose early this morning wedded at the Savoy, non-being present but the lady Maris. Besides I learnt among the officers the Lord Mayor vowed to stand in their defence, against any that shall seek to cross the match. There's air the shoemaker uphold the deed. Yes sir, shoemakers there stand in a woman's quarrel I warrant you, as deep as another and deeper too. Besides his grace today dying to with the Mayor, who on his knees humbly intends to fall and beg a pardon for your nephews fault. But I'll prevent him. Come, sir only, the king will do us justice in this cause.

1:56:20However their hands have made them men and wife, I will destroy the match or lose my life. Exant. I do miss you doja. Farewell fool, haha, oh, if they had stayed I would have so slammed them with flouts. Oh heart, my codpiece point is ready to fly in pieces every time I think upon mistress Rose. But let that pass as my lady Maris says. This matter is answered. Come, rave, home with thy wife. Come my fine shoemakers, let's do our masters, the new lord Mayor and their squagger this shrove Tuesday. I'll promise you wine enough for match keeps the seller. Oh rave, match is a good winch. And I'll promise you meet enough for simple and soos and keeps the larder. I'll lead you to victuals my brave soldiers, folly or captain. Oh brave, hark, hark. The pangate l rings. The pangate l rings. The pangate l rings.

1:57:20The pangate l rings. To the lard, my heart. Oh brave, oh sweet, bellow delicate pang cakes, open the doors my hearts and shut up the windows, keep in the house, let out the pang cakes. Oh rare my heart, let's march together for the honour of St. Hugh to the great new hall in gracious street corner which our master, the new lord Mayor, have built. Oh the crew of good fellows that will dine at my lard Mayor's cost today. By the lard, my lard Mayor is a most brave man. How shall apprentices be bound to pray for him and the honour of the gentleman shoemakers? Let's feed and be fat with my lords bounty. Oh musical bell still, oh hodge, oh my brethren there's cheer for the heavens, venison past his walk up and down piping hot like sergeants. Seafam Brue us comes marching in dry fats, fritters and pang cakes comes, trawling in in wheelbarrows, hens and oranges hopping, importers baskets, collops and eggs in scuttles and tarts and

1:58:24custards comes quavering in in mulch shovels. Enter more apprentices. Look here, look here. Look here. Oh now mad lads, wither away so fast. Brother, why to the great hall, no you not why? The lord Mayor have bitten all the apprentices in London to breakfast this morning. Oh brave you maker. The brave lord of incomprehensible good fellowship. Who are you, the pang cake bell? The next bell rings. Cast of caps. Name all my huts. Every shrew choose to his hour year of jubilee and when the pang cake bell rings, we're as free as my lord Mayor. We may shut up our shops and make holiday. I'll have it called St. Hughes holiday. Agreed agreed. St. Hughes holiday. And this shall continue forever. Oh brave come come my heart. Away away away. O eternal credit to us of the gentle craft, much fair my heart's, oh rare.

1:59:28Exant. Seen three, a street in London. Enter the king and his train across the stage. Is our lord Mayor of London such a gallant? One of the merriest madkeps in your land. Your grace will think when you behold the man. He's rather a wild ruffian than a mayor. Yet thus much I'll ensure your majesty. In all his actions that concern his state, he is as serious, provident and wise as full of gravity amongst the grave as any mayor has been these many years. I am with child till I behold this huff cap, but all my doubt is when we come in presence, his madness will be dashed clean out of countenance. It may be so my leege. Which to prevent let someone give him notice, it is our pleasure that he put on his wanted amendment. Set forward. On a four.

2:00:29Exant. Seen four, a great hall. Enter air, hodge, ferk, rave and other shoemakers, all when napkins on their shoulders. Come my fine hodge, my jolly gentleman shoemakers. Soft, whereby these cannibals, these violets, my officers, let them all walk and wait upon my brethren. For my meaning is that none but shoemakers, none but the livery of my company shall in their satan hoods wait upon the trencher of my less sovereign. Oh my lord, it will be rare. No more ferk. Come lively. Let your fellow apprentices want no cheer. Let wine be plentiful as beer and beer as water. Failing these penny-pinching fathers that cram wealth in innocent lambskins, ripnails of aunt, look to my guests. My lord, we are at our wit's end for room. These hundred tables will not feast the fourth part of them.

2:01:31Then cover me those hundred tables again and again, till all my jolly apprentices be feasted. A void hodge, ran rave, frisk about my nimble ferk. Rouse me fathom health to the honour of the shoemakers. Do they drink lively, y hodge? Do they tickle it, ferk? Tickle it. Some of them have taken their liquor standing so long that they can stand no longer, but for meat they would eat it and they had it. Want they meat? Where's this swag belly, this greasy kitchen stuff, cook? Call the valet to me. Want a meat? Ferk hodge, lame rave. Run my tall men, beleagu the shambles, beggar all east sheep, serve me whole oxen in chargers, and let sheep whine upon the tables like pigs for want of good fillers to eat them. Want meat? Vanish ferk, of orange.

2:02:34Your lordship mistakes my man ferk. He means their bellies want meat, not the boards. For they have drunk so much they can eat nothing. The second three men's song. Golds the wind and wets the rain, since you be our good speed. Ewe is the weather that bringeth no gain, no helps good hearts in need. Now the low, the jolly, that brown bow, and here kind mates to thee. Let's sing a lurch for saint your soul, and thou needs me really. Down, down, hit down, down, hit every, every, down, down.

2:03:38Oh, well done to me let come, ring compost gentle joy. Brow the low, the let brown bow, and here kind mates to thee. Let's sing a lurch for saint your soul, and thou needs me really. Down, down, hit down, down, hit every, every, down, down. Oh, well done to me let come, ring compost gentle joy. Brow the low, the let brown bow, and here kind mates to thee.

2:04:41Golds the wind and wets the rain, since you be our good speed. Ewe is the weather that bringeth no gain, no helps good hearts in need. And to hunts, roast, and marjorie. Where is my lord? Oh, now lady magi. The king's most excellent majesty is new come. He sends me for thy honour. One of his most worshipful peers bade me tell that must be Mary and so forth. But let that pass. Is my sovereign come? Vanish my tall shoemakers, my nimble brethren, look to my guests the apprentices. It's still little. Oh now hands, how looks my little rose. Let me request you to remember me. I know your honour easily may obtain free pardon of the king for me and rose, and reconcile me to my uncle's grace.

2:05:46Have done my good hands, my honest journeyman, look cheerily. I'll fall upon both my knees till they be as hard as horn, but I'll get thy pardon. Good, my lord. Have a care what you speak to his grace. Away you ease linked in white pot. Hence you hopper-ass, you barley pudding full of maggots, you broiled carbonado. I won't, I won't, I've always never stuffles. Shall Simhair learn to speak of you lady-maggie? Vanish mother minivir cap. Vanish, go, trip and go. Middle with your parlets and your fishery, passory, your flus and your whirligigs. Go rub out of my nailly. Simhair knows how to speak to a pope, to sultan Solomon, to tambalain. Anywhere here. And shall I melt, shall I droop before my sovereign? No, come my lady-maggie. Follow me, hands.

2:06:47About your business, my frillic free-booters. Thurk, frisk about, and about, and about, for the honour of mad Simon heir, Lord Mayor of London. Hey, for the honour of the shoemakers. Exant. Seen five. An open yard before the hall. A long flourish or two. Enter the king, nobles, heir, marjorie, lacy rose. Lacy and rose, Neil. Well, lacy, though the fight was very foul of your revolting from our kingly love and your emduty, yet we pardon you. Rise both, and mistress lacy, thank my Lord Mayor for your young bridegroom here. So my dear leege, seam heir and my brethren, the gentleman shoemakers, shall set your sweet majesty's image cheek by jowl by sainte shoe, for this honour you have done, poor Simon heir. I beseech your grace, pardon my rude behaviour.

2:07:48I am a handicraftsman. Yet my heart is without craft. I would be sorry at my soul that my boldness should offend my king. Nay, I pray thee, good Lord Mayor, be even as merry as if thou weret among thy shoemakers. It does me good to see thee in this humour. Say, stale me so, my sweet dioclesion. Then, huff, print in my nun, yet am I princely born, by the Lord of Luggett my leege, o be his merry as a pie. Tell me in faith, madè, how old thou art. My leege, a very boy, a stripling, a youngster. You see not a white hair in my head, not a grey in this beard. Every hair I assure thy majesty that sticks in this beard, seam heir values at the king of Babylon's ransom. Tamar chams beard was a rubbing brush to it. Yet, oh, shave it off and stuff tennis balls with it to please my bullie king. But all this while I do not know your age.

2:08:51My leege, I am six and fifty-year-old. It a can cry, huff, with the sound up for the honour of St. Hugh. Mark this old wench, my king, our dance the shaking of the sheets with her six and thirty years ago. In the end I hope to get two or three young Lord Mayor's air-eyed dye. I am lusty still, seam heir still. Here and cold lodging brings white hairs. My sweet majesty, let care vanish, cast it upon my nobles. It will make thee look always young like Apollo and cry huff. Prince am I none, yet am I princely born. Ha ha, say, Cornwall, didst thou ever see his like? Not I, my Lord. Enter the Earl of Lincoln and the Lord Mayor. Lincoln, what news with you? My gracious Lord, have care unto yourself, but there are traitors here. Traitors? Where? Who? Traitors in my house? God forbid.

2:09:52We be my officers. I'll spend my soul in my king feel harm. Where is the traitor Lincoln? Here he stands. Cornwall, lay hold on lacy. Lincoln, speak. What canst thou lay unto thy nephews charge? This my dear leege. For grace to do me honour, heaped on the head of this degenerate boy, dessertless favours. You made choice of him to be commander over powers and france, but he could. Good Lincoln, pretty, pause a while. Even in nine eyes I read what thou would speak. I know how lacy didn't neglect our love, ran himself deeply in the highest degree into vile treason. Is he not a traitor? Lincoln he was. Now have we pardoned him. He was not a base want of true valaz fire that held him out of france, but loves desire. I will not bear his shame upon my back. Nor shall that Lincoln. I forgive you both. Then good my leege. For bid the boy to wed one whose mean birth will much disgrace his bed.

2:10:53Are they not married? No my leege. We are. Shall I divorce them then? No be it far that any hand on earth should dare untie the sacred knot knit by God's majesty. I would not for my crown disjoin their hands that are conjoined in holy nukchial bans. How says thou lacy? Would thou lose thy rose? Not for all India's wealth my sovereign. But rose I'm sure her lacy would forgo. If rose were asked that question, she'd say no. You hear them Lincoln? Yeah my leege. I do. Yet canst thou find in the heart to part these two? Who seeks besides you to divorce these lovers? I do, my gracious lord, I am her father. So what you're hopefully are last mayer I think. The same my leege. Would you offend love's laws? Well, you shall have your wills you sue to me to prohibit the match. Soft let me see.

2:11:53You both are married lacy, art thou not? I am, dread sovereign. Upon my life I charge thee not to call this woman wife. I thank your grace. Oh my most gracious lord, ne'ls. Nay rose never woo me. I tell you true. Although as yet I am a bachelor yet I believe I shall not marry you. Can you divide the body from the soul yet make the body live? Yeah so profound. I cannot rose but you I must divide. This fair maid bridegroom cannot be your bride. Are you pleased Lincoln? Outly are you pleased? Yes my lord. Then must my heart be eased. For credit me my conscience lives in pain till these who I'm divorced. Be joined again. Lacy give me thy hand rose lend me thine. Be what you would be. Kiss now. So that's fine. At night love is to bed. Now let me see. Which of you all mislikes this harmony.

2:12:55Do you then take from me my child perforce? I tell me ugly. Shines not Lacy's name as bright in the world's eyes the gay beams of any citizen. Yes but my gracious lord I do mislike the match far more than he. Her blood is too too base. Lincoln at no more. Does thou not know that love respects no blood cares not for difference of birth or state. The maid is young, well born, fair, virtuous, a worthy bride for any gentleman. Besides your nephew for her sake did stoop to bear necessity and as I hear for getting honors and all courtly pleasures to gain her love became a shoemaker. As for the honor which he lost in France thus I redeem it. Lacy kneel thee down. Arise. Sir Roland Lacy. Tell me now. Tell me an earnest outly can sound chide seeing thy rose a lady and a bride. I am content with what your grace have done. And I my leges since there's no remedy.

2:13:57Come on then all she can's I'll have you friends where there is much love all discord ends. What says my mad lord mayor to all this love? Oh my leges this honor you have done to my fine journey man here roll and Lacy and all these favors which you have shown to me this day in my poor house will make Simon air leave longer by one dozen of warm summers more than he should. Name my mad lord mayor that shall be thy name. If any grace of mine can length thy life one on a more I'll do thee. That new building which at thy cost in Cornhill is erected shall take a name from us. We'll have it called the leaden hall because in digging it you found a lead that cover the same. Oh thank you majesty. God bless your grace. Lincoln a word with you. And a hodgefirk rave and more shoemakers. Oh now my mad knives please speak softly honor is the king.

2:14:59With the old troop which there we keep in pay we will incorporate a new supply before one summer more passed over my head. Franz shall repent England was injured. What are all those? All shoemakers my leege sometime my fellows in their companies I lived as merry as an emperor. My mad lord mayor are all these shoemakers all shoemakers my leege all gentlemen of the gentle craft true Trojans courageous corduigners they all kneel to the shrine of holy St. Hugh. God say you know that you see. And Simon would they anything with us. Mum mad knives not a word I'll do it. I warned you. They are all beggars my leege all for themselves and I for them all on both my knees doing treat that for the honor of poor Simon air and the good of his brethren these mad knives

2:16:02your grace would vouch save some privilege to my new leaden hall that it may be lawful for us to buy and sell leather there two days a week. Madsen I grant your suit you shall have patent to hold two market days in leaden hall. Mondays and Fridays those shall be the times will this content you. Jesus bless your grace. In the name of these my poor brethren shoemakers I most humbly thank your grace. But before I rise seeing you're in the giving vein and we in the begging grant Simea one boon more. What is it my Lord Mayor? That's safe to taste of a poor banquet that stands sweetly waiting for your sweet presence. I shall undo the air only with feasts already have I been too troublesome. Say have I not? Oh my dear King, Simea was taken unaware as upon a day of stroving which I promised long ago to the princesses of London. But please your highness in time passed I bear the water tankard and my coat sits not a

2:17:07wit the worse upon my back. And then upon a morning some mad boys it was shrugged Tuesday even as just now gave me my breakfast and I swore then by the stopper of my tankard. If ever I came to be Lord Mayor of London I would feast all the princesses. This day my leech I did it and the slaves had in hundred tables five times covered they are gone home and vanished. It had more honour to the gentle trade taste of his banquet Simea's happy maid. Eh I will taste of thy banquet and will say I have not met more pleasure on a day. Friends of the gentle craft thanks to you all. Thanks my kind lady Mayor S for our cheer come Lord's. A while let's revel at home when all our sports and bankortings are done wars must right wrongs which Frenchmen have begun. Exant End of Act 5

2:18:07End of The Shoemaker's Holiday by Tom Mistecca