SHOEMAKER

Good boys, fine knaves, yerk it home, good beware will away, When bade lies dead on our hands, there's no thrift in that; Spin in a fair thread Sisly, let not my journimen want, The Wars has lamed many of my old Customers, they cannot Go a High lone, bade world for us, but a wet winter, will wear Out Shoo-leather, and make amends, Weel cut it out if it do Boys? Good wench Sisly, there shall no Corns grow on thy toes For that, thy shoes shall be large enough, Finely shalt thou go, and tread upon Neats Leather. Good drink in thy throat if thou speakest in earnest: But Ralph, what price bears Ballets? no Music in Feversham ? I'll have that fault mended boy, but we must drink strong drink, as we show our Religion, privately. It's dangerous to be good Christians now a days. No more talk of ill winds Barnaby, weel sing away sorrow Strike up Ralph, I'll wash thy whistle anon boy. Pretty spoken youths by Saint Anthony, How dost thou Like them Sisly ? Housekeeping's chargeable, men must have good meat. What are ye, Brethren? Your Names? Good names, good names, well boys on this condition I will entertain you, I need not doubt your truths, and Honesty, you have such fair and promising out sides: But I must have you bound for seven years, and then You are your own men, and a good trade to get your livings by. Show them their tools, and give them entrance Barnaby Who is this I pray sir? Alack, alack. Good faith thou sayest true, I could do no less, neither Do I discommend ye for it, 'tis a good bosom where mercy dwells. Enough of Ceremony: Whats a clock Barnaby ? Provide dinner Sir, Master, journimen, and Prentices, One Table serves for all; we feed as all fellows; Shut up shop, this is afternoon's holiday in honour of My two new Prentices, and this caveat for all, keep your Bosoms locked, we may be good Christians, but not show it Abroad, less in our Charity in times of blood When tyrants Reign, 'tis dangerous to be good. Exeunt. One out of my house my Lord? I am the Princes Shoemaker, Will not that excuse me? I know not which to partly with believe me sir, But you shall see them all, Ralph, Barnaby, Crispinus, Crispianus, appear my boys? Look, here's most of my store. Barnaby, where's Barnaby? Why how now Barnaby, what fallen sick o'th' sudden Ba ? O Master, I have such a singing in my head, my toes are Cramped too. What from head to foot already, where lies thy pain? Here, here about my heart Mr. I have and Issue here too, Ralph, what sayest thou, wilt thou serve the King? Ye, sayest thou so boy? I Like thy forwardness, But I'de be loath to lose thee yet. Peace Sisl ; Boy, since thou art so forward, I will not stay The freedom of thy spirit; so I might hinder thee from better Hope's Than my poor substance could endow thee with: go, And good fortune keep thee company; if thou returnest, thou shalt Be welcome still. I must be willing though against my will, To leave thee Boy. Gramercy for that Sis ; I'll fell all the shoes in my Shop Before my lame Soldier shall be kept in and Hospital. How now Barnaby, art any thing better yet? The end is, thou hadst rather work than fight Boy: I had rather thou shouldst too: but I wonder I hear not of Crispinus yet. Look, look Wife, he's come: why how now Crispinus, How comes it you have stayed so long? Nay then 'twas well done Boy, I would not have lost thee too. Peace good Eve, no more words, the excuse is honest. Come on good fellow, I'll teech thee a good Trade: A Gentleman, if he want better means, may live well by it; And this I'll promise thee after some term of years to make thee free: Or if thou die, and that's a Christians best I'll see thy bones laid quietly to rest. Exeunt. How now, what's the matter that it thunders so? What Fair? what Sauce, goody gandergoose? What sheets dame Guiniver? what dance I pray ye? I smell and Ass head of your own: what's all this troe? Hoyda, and is this the shaking of the shoetes you talk of, goodwife Snipper Snapper: 'sfoot I Like him the better fort: he is of your husbands trade, you old whore, and he has mettle in him: dost scold for that, hold your tongue with a pox. Peace Walflit, leave gaping. A wench with child? 'sfoot in my my capering days I have done as much my self Sis. Peace Sisley, I shall sow up your lips else; Let me talk with my Prentice: Hast God a maid with child sayest? Yet again, keep your Clack, I'll slit your tongue else. Speak my young Cocksparrow, what merry wagtail hast thou been b lling with? Who, the Princess? Sfoot will Bow-bell never leave ringing? will the perpetu all motion of your old chaps never leave sounding? I shall beat your clapper out anon for't: Ah sirrah, go too boy, no Court-mustard serve your turn but the Emperors Daughter? This is fine i'faith. Why Wiperginie, prating still I say? th'ast drawn on her shoe handsomely by the Mass: Prithee tell me, how couldst thou being but a poor Shoemaker, climb up to a Court-bed-sted? Why Knipperdolin, is the Devil in thee? Hush madge Howlet, leave hollowing. G unting still you Sow-guelder? Sweet Pigsney, let me entreat thy patience: Alas poor youth, we must needs help him. W y I commend him that he shoots at the fairest mark: What and excellent show and Emperors Daughter will make in a Shoemakers shop! Make curtsy to your man you whore. No by my faith Sir, You are a better man than the Master of my Company. Well, well, for this once I will boy; now you old Gigum bob, you never had two such men to man you. I marry Tib-tattle basket, how should we do that wench? And excellent pate to trouble the whole Commonalty; The plot is good i'faith Boy. Peace Bagpipe: my man Hugh condemned, How comes that? How? a Knight of the Worshipful Company of the Cord wainers? Passion of me, what a brood of Princes have I brought up! And why is my right honourable Servant to be put to death? Is there no help to save him? Alack the day; I'm sorry for my honourable boot hailer: Go and comfort him; I'll see him anon tell him. A good motion: boon boys, fine knaves; I Like you well when you hang together: Hold my brave Journey-men, There's a double share for me. Away boys, go you before; Joan jumble breech your Dame and I will follow, Cherish him up, tell him he shall not want; He lives not in the world could ever say, A Shoemaker from his friend did flinch away. Exeunt. Away my fine leather sellers, Shrink awhile i'th wetting; while thus I salute my right worshipful Cordwainer: For I hear say the Knightly Dub a Dub Has been laid on thy shoulders. He honours me and all my company by it By Saint Hugh's Bones thou shalt take the Wall of thy Master now i'faith boy. And the Kennel too by the Spreech-awles Nay Sir, I know more than you think I do: Your Brother has song the three men song, And told all i'faith: you were Once my Princely Prentice. Mum, mum boys, As close as my Currier and I in a Tavern On a Monday morning: tut, my Princely Prent see, thy brother knows that I am leather That will hold all waters when he trusts Me with a secret: Hark in thine ear boy, Has God a Wench with child byth' mass. Yes, and a great one too: No less than the Emperors daughter, And she's as big as she can tumble: Has entered the best Chamber ith' Court, Has tickled her shooesole for a girl or a boy By this time; and hark once more, She lies in at my house too, but mum; no more words boy. No matter, She shall be welcome home when ever she comes, I hope she's delivered too by this time, For I herd such a Caterwauling, And my wife stirs up and down that she stinks: Nay more, the Beacons were fired on purpose To steal her from Court, and only By the knavery and policy of Gillian Ginger-tail my wife. Look here old Sis, Your other Prentice is come. Is't a boy wife? Of the Britons blood, Royal i'faith boys: Let no man therefore henceforth take it scorn, To say a shoemakers Son was a Prince born. And by Saint Hugh, Though I neither shuffle nor cut, I'll hold Cards too. Do so till time ripen, which being known, A Shoemakers subtle wit shall then be shown. Exeunt. Faith Madam, I did the best I could for they: I have seen one married to the Emperors daughter. Misconstruction Sis, thou mistakes Barnaby, heel eat Neats feet, none of thine; but Beef shall be thy food boy, As good as the Major of Feversham cuts on's Trencher, And Drink as strong as the Statute affords. Gentlemen, we are good fellows no Gent. yet if gentleness Make Gentility we are Gentlemen: My pretty youths, Would you ought with us you speak so friendly? You shall be mine, then give they entertainment Barnaby. Peace Sisly, no problems, no figures, no woman's Rhetoric, The tongue may undo the whole body, Tausume, there Is Greek for ye wife, let us keep good consciences with in doors How ere the wind blows abroad, 'tis honester deceit To seem bade and be good, than to seem pure and be a knave, Go too, good soles will carry out bade upper leathers, 'Tis a bade time I can tell ye, but why were my boys So passiionate, to weep at the Queens distress. How! my right Worshipful Prentice! Stands bore Mum, mum for my partly Boy; and you Margery Magpie, Keep your tongue from chattering, or by the marry maskins I'll tickle your gaskins: Come, say, what Didapper was't? How now Knaves, tole one Bell at once, and leave jangling. How now my tall trencher men, What make you amongst Courtiers? What my Mars, Bacchus, Apollo, virorum, The Basseius manus, my noble Crispianus : And how does the brave Monsiers in France, My brave Shevaleere? As I am a Gentleman Of the Gentle Craft, thou art welcome. Away my strong Beer drinkers; There's a Noble in English, go drink a health To Saint Hugh is Bones; I must have Some speech in private, and enter parley With my Man of War. Gods me she's delivered: Would boy, art come? come hither Crispine, Know ye this Shevaleere? Peace knave, peace: What wilt thou do?