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THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. 
 
 A COINIEDY 
 
 THOMAS DEKKER. 
 I) 
 
 REVISED AND EDITED 
 
 WITH INTRODUCTION AND NOTES 
 
 KARL WARNKE, ph. d. 
 
 LUDWIG PROESCHOLDT, ph. d. 
 
 HALLE : 
 
 Max Niemeyer. 
 
 1886. 
 

 BURDACR 
 
INTRODUCTION. 
 
 M98429 
 
The earliest known edition of the Comedy of 'The Shoe- 
 makers' Holiday' was published in 40 with the title: 'The Shoe- 
 makers Holiday. Or the Gentle Craft. With the humorous life 
 of Simon Eyre, shoemaker, and Lord Maior of London. As it was 
 acted before the Queenes most excellent Maiestie on New^yeares 
 day at night last, by the right honourable the Earle of Notingham, 
 Lord high Admirall of England, his seruants. Printed by Valentine 
 Sims, dwelling at the foote of Adling hill, neere Bainards Castle, 
 at the signe of the White Swanne, and are there to be sold. --i6oo.*^ 
 Two copies of this edition (A) are preserved in the British Museum, -^ — 
 but only one of them is complete (i6i. b. i), some leaves of the 
 other being torn away (C. 34, c. 28). 'Compared with other plays of 
 the time, the Editio princeps of the Shoemakers' Holiday may be 
 considered as rather a careful print." Few passages only offer a 
 faulty construction or an expression, the meaning of which is de- 
 ficient ; throughout the play the versification is smooth and correct ; 
 prose may easily be distinguished from verse. ' To all appearance 
 the compositor worked after a good copy of the author's manu- 
 script, and a careful corrector revised the proofs. It is, however, 
 not probable that the author himself passed the play through the 
 press; he would certainly not have failed to put his name, at least 
 in initials, on the title-page, and to correct some of the graver 
 mistakes which occur. '' 
 
 The second edition of the play (B) was published in 16 10. 
 It bears the same title with the Editio princeps , only the imprint is 
 different (At London, Printed by G. Eld for J. Wright, and are to 
 be sold at his shop in New-gate-market, neere Christ-Church-gate. j 
 1610). The copy collated by us is preserved in the British Mu- 
 seum, press-mark 643. c. 47. " A number of mistakes being common 
 to A and B, there can be no doubt that B was directly derived 
 from A; cp. 11. i. 26 a ora., HI. i. 140 abroade for aboarde, III. 2. 2 
 
VI INTRODUCTION. 
 
 eighketie f. eighteenth, ib. 4.1 O Firke om., ib. 113 trust om., ib.i5g 
 gentle f. gentlemen, ib. 5. Stage-dir. his Wife, Sibill in a French hood 
 f. his Wife in a French hood, Sibill, IV. 3. 67 am I L I am, ib. 4, ig 
 me f. 7W, ib. 5. 28. ??/)' f. jY>//r, and your f. /;y, V. 4. 54 leaue f. 
 learne etc. '^ B is, however, not a mere reprint of A, but a revised 
 edition of the play. " Many misprints and wrong spellings in A are 
 corrected in B; e. g. II. 3. 93 vers taw f. vestaw , III. i. 1^6 j'e 
 L yo, IV. I. lOl dead f. deede, ib. 5. 29 lies f. dies, ib. 71 the?n f. //if«, 
 V. 2. 45 j'tf« Lyon, ib. 202 pastimes f. pasties, ib. 5. 23 Tatnar 
 f, Tama. Also the metre has sometimes been smoothed by the 
 addition of some monosyllabic word, I. i. 41 [scfit, required by 
 metre and sense), II. 5. 24 [that) III. 4.60 [noiv). Corrections 
 like these have been introduced into our critical text of the 
 play; all other alterations, however, are of a more arbitrary character 
 and must be rejected by us. Cp. I. i. 193 come add. (lets disyl- 
 lable). III. I. 3 almond f. abnonds, V. 2. 204, 207 in om. etc. Nei- 
 ther have we thought fit to adopt spellings like I. i. 204 there is 
 f. iheres, ib. 207 7)iy' f. mine, II. 3. 18 yoti rvill L joule, V. 2. 204 
 co??ie f. comes (after a plural) etc. 
 
 In 1618 a third edition of the Shoemakers' Holiday was pu- 
 blished (At London, Printed for John Wright, and are to be sold 
 at his shop at the Signe of the Bible, without New-gate. 161 8). 
 Two copies of this edition (C) have been accessible to us, the one 
 preserved in the Bodleian Library (Malone, 226), the other con- 
 tained in a miscellaneous volume, belonging to the Municipal Li- 
 brary of Dantzic (Comoedias Anglicanae XVII. F. 5. g). Of the latter 
 Professor Elze, Halle, had a careful transcript made, which he 
 with his wonted liberality put at our disposal. l^A glance at the 
 readings of C shows that B was the basis of it. ] Common mistakes 
 occur I. I. 197, 198 of f. in, and in f. of, 11. 5. 10 (Stage-dir.) Horner 
 f. Horns, IV. 2. I doivnc om. Cp., besides, IV. 5. i^tT pasta i. passe, ib. 
 pindy-pany {. pindv-paridy, V. 2. I go door f. doores, V. 5. 73 then f. the?n, 
 ib. 5. 174 this f. feasts, ib. ig7 zvords f. sportes, ib. ig8 ive f. warres. 
 On the other hand, C offers a number of readings differing from 
 AB. But as most of them are either arbitrary or insignificant, we 
 have fixed upon the reading of C only in those cases in which both 
 A and B are in the wrong. 
 
 The alterations and mistakes of C passed directly into the 
 fourth edition of the comedy (D), printed for the same publisher (I on- 
 
INTROnUCTION. VII 
 
 don, 1 631; preserved in the Britisli Museum, press-mark 643. c. 48). 
 Cp. I. I. 33 me om., ib. 116 om., ib. 130 some words ora., ib. 162 
 Middsse f. Midaffc, ib. 226 two hvopeiices, to carry into France f. three 
 tivopeftces: ttco car;y into France, II. i. 31 not ora., III. 1.64 zvord f. 
 zvords, III. 4. 125 goot f. groot, III. o- ~ -^ om., IV. i. 88 not om. 
 ib. 2. 12 Effres f. Jeffrea , ib. 4. 45 father f. uncle etc. In two pas- 
 sages only D has corrected a mistake, overlooked in ABC, viz. 
 II. 2. II baseness f. bareness and 111. I. 25 Overies f. Queries. 
 
 -s^vThe last of the old quarto-editions was published in i657>f X 
 (London. Printed for W. Gilbertson at the sign of the Bible in 
 Giltspurstrcet without Newgate). « This edition (E) is a bad reprint 
 of D ; even the most glaring blunders have not been corrected ; // 
 cp. 1. I. 145 (7 f. at, II. 3. 1 15 C eens, D oens, E ones, 111. i. 10 swan- 
 nekiu, 111. 4. 21 tnj f. any, ib. 29 // f. ic, IV. 5.94 if f. //, ib. 148 
 Vet f. Fes; besides 1. i. 24 to om., ib. 45 / om., II. 3. 50 unlandish 
 f. uplandish, lU. i. 68 make f. made, 111. 4. 69 the f. a, ib, 106 an f. 
 and etc. QE, therefore, is of little or no value for the reestablishment x 
 of the text} Only for completeness' sake let us add that U. 1.46, 
 47 have been first divided, and that III. 4. 152 master (f. misiris) 
 has been first introduced by the edition of 1657. 
 
 The old play was made accessible to modern readers by 'The 
 Shoemaker's Holiday, or . the Gentle Craft. Nach einem Drucke 
 aus dem Jahre 161 8 neu herausgegeben von Hermann Fritsche, 
 Lehrer am Gymnasium zu Thorn. Thorn 1862.' Mr. Fritsche'sj 
 edition is based on the copy of C which is preserved at the muni- ' 
 cipal library of Dantzic. The editor divided the play into fifteen 
 scenes, and added the Drainatis Personcp and numerous stage 
 -directions; he modernised the spelling and regulated the divi- 
 sion of the lines as well as the punctuation; lastly he corrected a 
 number of mistakes, exhibited by C. He thus hit the original 
 readings (AB) 11. 3. 126, 111. 4. 129, IV. 4. 45, V. 4. 45. In other 
 passages where the reading of all edd. seems to be corrupt, 
 Mr. Fritsche's proposals deserve to be noted, cp. 111. 2. 2 7, and 
 particularly V. 5. 91. On the whole, however, Mr. Fritsche's edition 
 does not satisfy a philological reader, and it is hardly to be 
 regretted that it is now^ quite out of print. 
 
 Another modern edition of the play was published in Dekker's 
 Dramatic Works, London, Pearson, 1873, vol. I, S. i — 79. The 
 play is preceded by an Introductory Notice to the following eifect: 
 
VIII INTRODUCTION. 
 
 There are three later editions of the Shoemakers' Holiday published 
 in Dekker's lifetime, bearing date 1610, 1618, and 1631 respec- 
 tively. The present text has been formed by a careful collation 
 of these with the first edition. Some of the verbal differences are 
 indicated in footnotes.' The text of the play, however, by no 
 means answers the Introductory Notice. The basis of it is the 
 edition of 1600; A has, it seems, merely been collated with D. 
 But not only have the evident mistakes of A been corrected 
 by means of D (I. i. 177 mi add., II. i. 26 a add., II. 2. 11 
 baseness f. bareness, III. i. 140 aboard f. abroad. III. 2. 2 eigh- 
 teenth f. eighteen, III. 4. i O Firke add.), but a number of 
 inferior readings of D have without any reason been substituted 
 for those of A.' Cp. First Three -men's -song 13 Forest f. Forests, 
 I. I. 142 on om., ib. 193 come add., II. i. 60 and add., II. 2. 2 i at 
 f. in, II. 3. 62 Afore f. Fore, II. 5. 17 Zounds {.wounds. III. 3. 94 
 Lurk f. Lurch, III. 4. 46 time that I f. time I, IV. I. 50 do f. hue, 
 ib. 88 not om., IV. 2. 12 Efireys f. Jeffres, IV. 5. 42 as you are 
 Lord Mayor f. as Gods in Heaven etc. The Varia T^ectio is scanty 
 in the highest degree, only seven readings being pointed out in 
 it. On the other hand, we find in the text more than one mistake 
 not to be met with in any of the old editions. Cp. I. i. 2 2^0 flops 
 f. slops, II. 5. 63 ivith f. to. III. \. -] de om., IV. 4. 30 sute f. dute, 
 V. 1. 16 haded f. haden, V. 4. 59 / shall f. shall I. The same 
 arbitrary method is seen in the spelling. For the most part the 
 editor sticks to A; in several instances, however, he prefers D, and 
 not unfrequently he substitutes some spelling of his own for that 
 of the old edd. The punctuation, the surest criterion of a careful 
 edition, has been quite neglected. Moreover, not even an attempt 
 has been made to illustrate the contents of the play or to expound 
 the meaning of obsolete words and obscure expressions. After 
 all this, there can be no doubt that Mr. Pearson's edition cannot 
 stand the test to which we are used to submit a good edition of 
 an author either ancient or modern. 
 
 By an error easily to be accounted for, Barton Jloliday (b. 1593) 
 was formerly thought to have been the author of the Shoemakers' 
 Holiday.*) From Henslowe's Diary, however, it appears that the 
 
 *) See Biographia Britannica, ed. Baker, Reade , Jones, London 1812, 
 III , p. 268 ' This play has been attributed to Dr. Barton Holiday.' Vol. I, 
 p. 180 'The Gentle Craft' is enumerated among the plays of Thomas Dekker. 
 
INTRODUCTION. TX 
 
 pla)' must be attributed to Thomas Dekker. The passage in 
 question is:') 'Lent unto Samewell Rowley and Thomas Dowton, 
 the 15 of Julye, 1599, to bye a Boocke of Thomas Dickers, 
 called the gentle Craft, the some of III s.'2) From this entry we \ 
 learn that Thomas Dekker wrote our comedy in 1599, and that, 
 therefore, the edition of 1600 is to be considered as the 
 second Edition of the play. The Shoemakers' Holiday is the 
 earliest of Dekker's comedies handed down to us; for though, 
 according to Henslowe, Dekker commenced writing for the stage 
 as early as 1596, yet no play anterior to ours seems to have been 
 printed or preserved. 
 
 Besides Thomas Dekker, Robert Wilson the actor seems to 
 have had a hand in the composition of the play. This hypothesis 
 was first started in an interesting article, entitled 'The Players who 
 acted in The Shoemakers Holiday 1600, a Comedy by Thomas 
 Dekker and Robert Wilson.' 3) As the question is rather an import- 
 ant one, it seems best to reproduce the article m extenso. 'My 
 reason', the unknown writer says , ' for stating that Robert Wilson 
 as well as Thomas Dekker was engaged upon "The Shoemakers 
 Holiday" is that a friend of mine has a copy with the names of 
 the two dramatists at the end of the preliminary address. The 
 early owner of the copy, learning in some way that it had been 
 written by Dekker and Wilson, wrote their names at the end of 
 the above dedication if such it may be called. These names are 
 not printed, but they have been added in manuscript moreover 
 with the names of the actors against all the principal parts, as 
 they were sustained when the comedy was first brought out. These 
 are not made to precede the play in a regular list of the Dramatis 
 Persona:, but they are inserted in the margin as the piece proceeds, 
 and as the different performers enter.' The names of the actors 
 are given as follows: Jones (King of England), H. Jeffes (Noble- 
 man), Shawe (Lord Mayor), Massy (Rowland Lacy), Dowton (Simon 
 Eyre), Singer (Hodge), Wilson (Firke), Jewby (Rafe), Towne (Ham- 
 
 1) Cp. Pearson's edition of Dekker's Works, p. XII. 
 
 *) On the fly-leaf of his copy of the edition of 161 8 Malone made the 
 following statement: 'This play was written by Th. Dekker, and first appeared 
 in June 1599. Hence it is that Dekker is introduced in Jonson's Poetaster 
 under the name of Crispinus.' 
 
 ^) Papers of the Shakespeare Society, 1849, p. iio seqq. 
 
X INTRODUCTION. 
 
 raond), Flower (Warner), Price (Scott), A. Jeffes (Askew) , Jones 
 (Dodger), Day (Lovell), Birde (Dame Eyre), H. Jeffes (Jane), Dowton's 
 boy Ned (Rose) , Alleine (Sibill). From Henslowe's Diary i) we 
 learn that these very same players were the leading actors of Not- 
 tingham's troop. 'There is nothing, however', our author continues, 
 'in Henslowe's Diary to establish that Wilson was an actor as well 
 as an author: on p. 163 he is introduced as a partner with Drayton 
 and Hathway in the composition of a play called 'Owen Tudor', 
 and in two other places (p. 157, 178) he is stated to have been 
 aided by the old manager with the loan of sums of money. 
 Nevertheless, we know, on unquestionable evidence, that he was 
 an actor of considerable standing, as well as an author; he was 
 selected as one of the Queen's Players in 1583, on account of 
 his 'quick, delicate, refined, extemporal wit', and Francis Meres 
 (Celebrated him for the same qualities in 1598 ... In this play 
 (Shoemakers Holiday) we may presume that he contributed much 
 of the broad fun; and we see that he acted the part of Firke, 
 one of the merry jovial journeymen shoemakers of old Eyre, the 
 hero. Therefore, although nothing is said by Henslowe to establish 
 that Wilson was one of the actors in, as well as a writer for, his 
 company, there can be no dispute as to the fact . . . Wilson 
 had a very merry, rattling character in Firke, and we need enter- 
 tain little doubt that he wrote it himself, and for himself, with 
 i abundant latitude for his extemporizing power.' It is much to be 
 regretted that the writer of the article did not choose either to 
 give his own or his friend's name. Notwithstanding, his whole 
 reasoning is not unworthy of belief. The original owner of the 
 book was evidently well acquainted both with our play and with 
 the stage of his time; knowing the actors, he may also be sup- 
 posed to have been exactly informed as to the authors of the 
 play. It does not matter much to know whether and when Wilson 
 was a member of Nottingham's troop: certain it is that he was 
 an actor as well as an author.2) Thus it seems probable to us that 
 part of the play, and particularly its comical scenes, were written 
 by Robert Wilson. In England, the hypothesis as to Dekker's and 
 
 1) Page 172, 10 July 1600. 
 
 *) As for Wilson and his position in the dramatic literature of the 
 Elizabethan era, see the essay on 'The three Lords and three Ladies of 
 London' by Dr. Hans Fernow, Hamburg 1885. 
 
INTRODUCTION. XI 
 
 Wilson's partnership seems to have been adopted. In an article 
 on Mr. Fritsche's edition ') we read : ' On this side of the Channel 
 we are aware that the piece was written by Thomas Dekker and 
 Robert Wilson.' 
 
 The principal character of the play, Simon Eyre, is taken 
 from history. In Stow's Survey of London, 1599, and in Maitland's 
 History and Survey of London, 1756, we find the following state- 
 ments. Simon (Sim, Simkin) Eyre (Eyer), from Brandon in Suffolk, 
 an upholsterer and afterwards a draper , built Leadenhall in 141 9,2) 
 became a sheriflf of London in 1434,3) was elected Lord INIayor 
 in 1445,^) and finally died in 1459.^) About Sim Eyre's life before 
 1419 we have not been able to make out anything.^) It may 
 
 ') Athenreum, N. 1837, June 10, 1863. 
 
 2) Maitland, II. p. 187: 'A. D. 1419. This year Sir (?) Symon Eyre 
 built Leadenhall, at his proper expence, as it now appears, and gave the 
 same to the City to be employed as a publick Granary for laying up Corn 
 against a time of Scarcity ... In this Hall was afterwards kept the Common 
 Beam for weighing of wool, and a publick market for many foreign Commo- 
 dities . . . , but at present , it is converted into Warehouses , and the Area 
 thereof unto a Meat and Leather market.' See, besides, Note ad V, 5. 134. 
 
 3) Stow, ed. "William J. Thorns, London 1876, p. 192: 1434 Thomas 
 Barnewell — Simon Eyre, Sheriffes ; Maior, Sir Roger Oteley, Grocer, sonne 
 to William Oteley, of Offord in Suffolke. 
 
 *) Stow, I.e.: 1443 Maior: Sir Simon Eyre, Draper, sonne to John 
 Eyre, of Brandon in Suffolke. 
 
 ') Stow, p. 58: Within the said church [cp. ad V. 5. 134], on the north 
 wall, was written. Honor andus famosus mercator Simon Eyre huius operis etc. 
 In English thus: — "The honourable and famous merchant, Simon Eyre, 
 founder of this work, once mayor of this city, citizen and draper of the same, 
 departed out of this life, the 18th day of September, the year from the In- 
 carnation of Christ 1459, and the 38 th year of the reign of King Henry VI." 
 He was buried in the parish church of St. Mary Woolnoth, in Lombard street. 
 
 *) In the ' Curious Account of the Origin, Rise and Death of Sir Simon 
 Eyre, Kt, Shoe - Maker, who successively filled the dignified Offices of Sheriff 
 and Lord Mayor of London , and built Leadenhall. Carefully revised from 
 the original Edition. Printed and published by A.Neil, 448 Strand' Eyre's 
 life is related in the same manner as in the play ; but there can be little 
 doubt that the Curious Account is based on Dekker's comedy. This prose 
 -tract seems to have been the source of a burlesque poem, entitled 'The 
 Snob's Glory, or. The Blessings of Industry. Exemplified in a short History ; 
 gratefully addressed to the Cordwainers' Company, for their generous offer 
 of the freedom thereof, to John, Earl of Rochester. Published by Willie 
 Smith, Who lives in Auld Reekie, 1825.' 
 
XII INTRODUCTION. 
 
 well be that long after Eyre's death the builder of Leadenhall was 
 supposed to have been a shoemaker himself, merely because Leaden- 
 hall was used as a leather-market. That tradition was rejected by 
 the chronicler; but it was taken up by the poet, who formed out 
 of it one of the most popular comedies of the age. 
 
 In the Shoemakers' Holiday, as in most plays of the Elizabethan 
 stage, two or three stories are intertwined with each other. The 
 author of the play has not succeeded in working those different 
 threads into one solid and well-proportioned texture. The different 
 elements are but loosely connected with each other; the relation 
 of the secondary intrigues to the principal one is quite exterior. 
 Neither has the poet tried to give any internal motives for the 
 development of the plot or the characters of the play. Dekker 
 was poor; like most of the contemporary playwrights, he was working 
 for his daily bread. All his works bear the stamp of great 
 hurry and precipitation. He had no time to fix the characters 
 which he beheld with the clear eye of a poet, into the frame of 
 a well-set and symmetrical plot. He therefore cannot claim a 
 place among the first play -writers of the time. That, however, he 
 was not destitute of poetical talent, is sufficiently testified by our play. 
 
 Most of the characters with which the reader becomes ac- 
 quainted in the Shoemakers' Holiday, have with apparent faith- 
 fulness been drawn from nature. There can hardly be imagined 
 a better representative of the London tradesmen in the time of 
 good Queen Bess than the hero of our play, Sim Eyre. Such 
 indeed were the manners and the speech of a gay London citizen, 
 before the rude hand of puritanism put a stop to all mirth and 
 merriment. A worthy counterpart of Sim Eyre is Maggy, his wife. 
 Whether we see her at home scolding at her husband and his 
 tippling journeymen, or as Mrs. Shrieve, quite beside herself with 
 joy and intent only upon manifesting her new dignity by a French 
 hood and a periwig, or lastly as Lady Maioress, warmly espousing 
 the interest of poor Miss Rose — always she appears to us as 
 the clever portrait of a tradesman's wife. Likewise the contrast 
 between the three journeymen is well set forth. 'Melancholy' 
 Hodge, funny Firke, honest Rafe, all these 'mad Cappadocians ' 
 are worthy inmates of Eyre's shop. With manifest predilection the 
 character of Jane has been treated by the poet. Even externally. 
 
INTRODUCTION. XIII 
 
 by the use of verse, he indicates Jane to be different from, and 
 superior to, ail around her. The scenes where she takes leave from 
 Rafe and gets the news of his pretended death , are among the 
 best of the play, and must have made a deep impression on the 
 public for which the play was intended. Quite misconceived, on 
 the other hand, is the character of Jane's lover, Hammon: from 
 the first to the last the part he plays is a very sad and contemp- 
 tible one. Nor can we sympathize with Rose's sweetheart, Rowland 
 Lacy. We hardly can think well of a man who so grossly neglects 
 his duty, who so recklessly postpones the dearest interests of his 
 country to a petty love-affair. And how unmanly and irresolute 
 he is when fearing to be discovered by his uncle and the Lord 
 Mayor! How slow and anxious to take the last decisive step! 
 No, to be sure, 'pretty Rose' would have deserved to get a more 
 steadfast and right-minded husband. Rose herself is a most 
 charming figure. Blooming in youth and beauty, quick-witted and 
 judicious, truly attached to the man of her choice, she even now 
 captivates the heart of the reader. Finally, it may be added that 
 the poet has very skilfully contrasted Lincolne, the haughty noble- 
 man, and Oteley, the proud citizen, whose stubbornness cannot be 
 broken but by the command of the king himself. 
 
 Well acquainted with the taste of his contemporaries, the poet 
 thought it necessary to season the play by some 'merry three 
 -men's -songs' and a morris-dance, and above all by burlesque or 
 sometimes even obscene language. The indecent expressions of 
 Firke, the equivocal discourses of Sibil, and the comical dialect 
 of Hans must have added in a large measure to the popularity of 
 the play. 
 
 As to the Dutch dialect spoken by Hans, it would be of no 
 use to localize it. There seems to be no doubt that the poet did 
 not attempt to avail himself of any particular dialect; the effect 
 which he intended, was much easier to be attained by a few 
 quaint words and expressions which it was not difficult to gather 
 from the mouths of Low -German shippers and tradesmen in 
 London.*) 
 
 *) The play -going public of Queen Elizabeth's time liked very much 
 to hear from the stage either English dialects or foreign idioms mixed up 
 
XIV INTRODUCTION. 
 
 The Shoemakera Holiday may be considered as the type of 
 the lower comedy as it was in vogue towards the end of the reign 
 of Queen Elizabeth. It offers to the antiquarian a curious insight 
 into the manners as well as the language of the London trades- 
 people of the age. For these reasons it seemed well worth while 
 to draw the attention of friends of the Elizabethan drama to the 
 old play, which certainly does not deserve the oblivion in which 
 it has been buried for nearly three centuries. 
 
 with scraps of their mother-tongue. The greatest favourite was 'Dutch Hance', 
 a type that recurs in several plays of the time. There is 'Hance' in 'Like 
 will to Like', there are the two personages of the same name in Webster's 
 Northward Ho ! ' and ' Westward Ho ! ' ; there is the ' Dutch Boy' and his 
 Master in Middleton's 'No Wit, no Help like a Woman's'; and, finally, we 
 may mention the 'Dutch princess Hedewick' in Chapman's 'Alphonsus'. For 
 further particulars the reader is referred to Emil Panning's essay on 'Dialek- 
 tisches Englisch in Elisabethanischen Dramen' (Halle, 1884), p. 2 seqq. 
 
 CORRECTIONS. 
 
 I. I. 132 (note) read CDE for CD. 
 III. 5. 27, 28 (note) read prose for pross. 
 
THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY; 
 
 OR 
 
 THE GENTLE CRAFT. 
 
DRAMATIS PERSON^..*) 
 
 The King. Lovell, a Courtier. 
 
 The Earl of Cornwall. Dodger, Servant to the Earl of 
 
 Sir Hugh Lacy, Earl of Lincoln. Lincohi. 
 
 Rowland Lacy ) . . ,, A Dutch Skipper. 
 
 Jm nephews. 
 Askew ) ^ ^^^^• 
 
 Sui Roger Oaiixey, Lord Mayor 
 
 of London. 
 Mr. Hammon I Rose, Daughter to Sir Roger. 
 
 Mk. Warner Citizens of London. Sihil, her Maid. 
 Mr. Scorr I Margery, Wife to Simon Eyre. 
 
 Simon Eyre:, the Shoemaker. Iane, Wife to Rafe. 
 
 Rogek I 
 
 Firk j Eyres Lotirneymen. 
 Raee I 
 
 Courtiers, Attendants, Officers, Soldiers, Hunters, 
 Shoemakers, Apprentices, Servants. 
 
 The Scene is at London atul at Oldford. 
 
 *) A Dramatis PERSON/t; wax first added by Fntsche. 
 
TO ALL GOOD FELLOWES, PROFESSORS OF THE 
 GENTLE CRAFT, OF WHAT DEGREE SOEUER. 
 
 Kinde Gentlemen and lionest boone Companions, I pre- 
 sent you here with a merrie- conceited Comedie, called the 
 S/womakers Holyday, acted by my Lorde Admiralls Players this 
 present Christmassc before the Queenes most excellent Maiestie, 
 for the mirth and pleasant matter by her Highnesse graciously 5 
 accepted, being indeede no way offensiue. The Argument of 
 the play I will set downe in this Epistle: Sir Hugh Lacie, 
 Earle of Lincolne , had a yong Gentleman of his owne name, 
 his nere kinsman , that loued the Lorde Maiors daughter of 
 London ; to preuent and crosse which loue, the Earle caused 10 
 his kinsman to be sent Coronell of a companie into France: 
 who resigned his place to another gentleman his friend, and 
 came disguised like a Dutch Shoomaker to the house of Symon 
 Eyre in Towerstreete, who serued the Maior and his houshold 
 with shooes: the merriments that passed in Eyres house, his 15 
 comming to be Maior of London, Lades getting his loue, and 
 other accidents, with two merry Three -mens -songs. Take all 
 in good worth that is well intended, for nothing is purposed 
 but mirth; mirth lengthneth long life, which, with all other 
 blessings, I heartily wish you. Farewell ! 20 
 
 3. by my Lord Admirals Players on a Cristmasse time B, at a Crist- 
 ma sse time CGK. — 4. Maiestie. For Qq. — il. Colonell 'E.. — \^. sJiooes. 
 The Qq. — 17. with tivo merty Three -mens -songs omitted in E, where 
 also the two songs have dropped out. 
 
THE FIRST THREE -MANS SONG. 
 
 O the month of Maie, the merrie month of Maie, 
 So frolicke, so gay, and so greene, so greene, so greene! 
 O, and then did I unto my true loue say: 
 'Sweete Peg, thou shalt be my Summers Queene! 
 
 5 Now the Nightingale, the prettie Nightingale, 
 
 The sweetest singer in all the Forrests quier, 
 Intreates thee, sweete Peggie, to heare thy true loues tale; 
 Loe, yonder she sitteth, her breast against a brier. 
 
 But O, I spie the Cuckoo, the Cuckoo, the Cuckoo; 
 lo See where she sitteth: come away, my ioy; 
 
 Come away, I prithee: I do not like, the Cuckoo 
 Should sing where my Peggie and I kisse and toy.' 
 
 O the month of Maie, the merrie month of Maie, 
 So frolike, so gay, and so greene, so greene, so greene! 
 15 And then did I unto my true loue say: 
 
 'Sweete Peg, thou shalt be my Summers Queene!' 
 
 THE SECOND THREE -MANS SONG. 
 
 This is to be sung at the latter end. 
 
 Cold's the wind, and wet's the raine, 
 
 Saint Hugh be our good speede: 
 111 is the weather that bringeth no gaine. 
 
 Nor helpes good hearts in neede. 
 
 6. Forest D. 
 
THE FIRST AND SECOND THREE- MANS SONG. 5 
 
 Trowle the boll, the iolly Nut-browne boll, 5 
 
 And here, kind mate, to thee: 
 Let's sing a dirge for Saint Hughes soule. 
 
 And downe it merrily. 
 
 Downe a downe, hey downe a downe, (Close with Ihe tenor boy) 
 I ley derie derie, down a down! 10 
 
 Ho, well done; to me let come! 
 Ring, compasse gentle ioy. 
 
 Trowle the boll, the Nut-brownc boll, 
 
 And here, kind etc. [as often as there be jjien to drinke. 
 [At hist when all haue drtinke, this verse: 
 Cold's the wind, and wet's the raine, 15 
 
 Saint Hugh be our good speede: 
 111 is the weather that bringcth no gaine. 
 
 Nor helpes good hearts in neede. 
 
 5. bovjle D. — 13. bowle D. 
 
THE PROLOGUE 
 
 AS IT WAS PRONOUNCED BEFORE THE QUEENES 
 INIAIESTIE. 
 
 As wretches in a storme (expecting day), 
 With trembling hands and eyes cast up to heauen, 
 Make prayers the anchor of their conquerd hopes, 
 So we, deere goddesse, wonder of all eyes, 
 
 5 Your meanest vassals, through mistrust and feare 
 To sincke into the bottome of disgrace 
 By our imperfit pastimes, prostrate thus 
 On bended knees, our sailes of hope do strike. 
 Dreading the bitter stormes of your dislike. 
 
 lo Since then, unhappy men, our hap is such, 
 
 That to our selves our selves no help can bring. 
 But needes must perish, if your saint -like eares 
 (Locking the temple where all mercy sits) 
 Refuse the tribute of our begging tongues: 
 
 15 Oh graunt, bright mirror of true chastitie, 
 
 From those life -breathing starres, your sun -like eyes. 
 One gratioiis smile: for your celestiall breath 
 Must send vs life, or sentence us to death. 
 
 Prologue. 7, imperfect BCDE. — 14. ton^-ucs. Qq. 
 
A PLEASANT COMEDIE OF THE GENTLE CRAFT. 
 
 ACT L 
 
 SCENE I. 
 Enter Lord Maiok, Lincolne. 
 
 Lincolnc. My Lord Maior, you haue sundrie times 
 Feasted my selfe and many courtiers more: 
 Seldome or neuer can we be so kind 
 To make requitall of your courtesie. 
 
 But leaning this, 1 heare my cosen Lacie 5 
 
 Is much alTected to your daughter Rose. 
 
 L. Maior. True, my good Lord, and she loues him so wel 
 That I mislike her boldnesse in the chace. 
 
 Lincohie. Why, my Lord ]\laior, think you it then a shame, 
 To ioine a Lacie with an Otleys name? lo 
 
 L. Maior. Too meane is my poore girle for his high birth; 
 Poore cittizens must not with courtiers wed, 
 Who will in silkes and gay apparrell spend 
 More in one yeare then I am worth, b^- farre: 
 Therefore your honour neede not doubt my girle. 15 
 
 Lincolne. Take heede, my Lord, aduise you what }ou do! 
 A verier unthrift Hues not in the world. 
 Then is my cosen; for He tel you what: 
 Tis now almost a yeare since he requested 
 
 To trauell countries for experience; 20 
 
 I furnisht him with coyne, billes of exchange, 
 Letters of credite, men to waite on him. 
 Solicited my friends in Italie 
 Well to respect him. But to see the end: 
 
 Act I. Scene I. {Scene i. London. A street ■] Fr. — 10. Otetefs 
 E. — 13. silks and apparel E. — 18. / tell DE. — 22. waight C. — 24. hut 
 see DE. 
 
8 THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. [I, I. 
 
 25 Scant had he iornied through halfe Germanic, 
 
 But all his coyne was spent, his men cast off. 
 
 His billes imbezeld, and my iolly coze, 
 
 Asham'd to shew his bankerupt presence here, 
 
 Became a shoomaker in Wittenberg, 
 30 A goodly science for a gentleman 
 
 Of such discent! Now iudge the rest by this: 
 
 Suppose your daughter haue a thousand pound, 
 
 He did consume me more in one halfe yeare; 
 
 And make him heyre to all the wealth you haue, 
 35 One tweluemoneth's rioting wil waste it all. 
 
 Then seeke, my Lord, some honest cittizen 
 
 To wed your daughter to. 
 
 L. Maior. ■ I thanke your Lordship. 
 
 (Aside) Wei, foxe, I vnderstand your subtiltic. 
 
 As for your nephew, let your lordships eie 
 40 But watch his actions, and you needc not feare. 
 
 For I haue sent my daughter farre enough. 
 
 And yet your cosen Rowland might do well, 
 
 Now he hath learn'd an occupation; 
 
 And yet I scorne to call him sonne in law. 
 45 Lmcolnc. I, but I haue a better trade for him : 
 
 I thanke his grace, he hath appointed him 
 
 Chiefe colonell of all those companies 
 
 Mustred in London and the shires about. 
 
 To serue his highnesse in those warres of France. 
 50 See where he comes! — 
 
 Efiter LouELL, Lacie, and Askew. 
 
 Louel, what newes with you? 
 Louell. My Lord of Lincolne, tis his highnesse will, 
 That presently your cosen ship for France 
 With all his powers; he would not for a million. 
 But they should land at Deepe within foure dales. 
 55 Lincolne. Goe certifie his grace, it shall be done, [^.v// Louell. 
 
 27. imbezeled E. — 29. Wittemberge CDE. — 3.V consume more CDE. 
 — 38. {Aside) om. in Qq. — 39. Mordshifs E. — 41. sent om. A. — 45. / 
 hufl But DE. — 46, appointed E. — 50. The stage - direction after you P in 
 Qq- — 55- [.-^xit Loueir\ om. BCDE. 
 
I, I.] THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. 9 
 
 Now, cosen Lacie, in what forwardnesse 
 Are all your companies? 
 
 Lacie. All wel prepar'd. 
 
 The men of Hartfordshire lie at Mile -end, 
 Suffolke and Essex traine in Tuttle- fields. 
 
 The Londoners and those of Middlesex, 60 
 
 All gallantly prepar'd in Finsbury, 
 With frolike spirits long for their parting hower. 
 
 L. Maior. They haue their imprest, coates, and furniture; 
 And, if it please your cosen Lacie come 
 
 To the Guild Hall, he shall receiue his pay; 65 
 
 And twentie pounds besides my brethren 
 Will freely giue him, to approve our loues 
 We beare unto my Lord, your uncle here. 
 
 Lacie. I thanke your honour. 
 
 Lincobie. Thankes, my good Lord Maior. 
 
 L. Maior. At the Guild Hal we will expect your comming. 70 
 
 [Exit. 
 
 Lincobie. To approve your loues to me? No subtiltie! 
 Nephew, that twentie pound he doth bestow 
 For ioy to rid you from his daughter Rose. 
 But, cosens both, now here are none but friends, 
 I would not haue you cast an amorous eie 75 
 
 Upon so meane a proiect as the loue 
 Of a gay, wanton, painted cittizen. 
 I know, this churle euen in the height of scorne 
 Doth hate the mixture of his bloud with thine. 
 I pray thee, do thou so! Remember, coze, 80 
 
 What honourable fortunes wayt on thee : 
 Increase the kings loue, which so brightly shines, 
 And gilds thy hopes. I haue no heire but thee, — 
 And yet not thee, if with a wayward spirit 
 Thou start from the true byas of my loue. 85 
 
 Lacie. My Lord, I will for honor, not desire 
 Of land or liuings, or to be your heire, 
 
 56. for wardnesse C. — 58. lie\ are CDE. — 63. heve E. — 66. brethren, 
 used as a trisyllable. — 71. appove B. — 72. he"] the B. — 77. wanted- 
 paintoti B. — 82. Intreate CDE. — 87. lands CDE. 
 
IQ THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. [I, I. 
 
 So guide my actions in pursuit of France, 
 As shall adde glorie to the Lacies name. 
 QO Lincolne. Coze, for those words heres thirtie Portugues, 
 And, Nephew Askew, there's a few for you. 
 Faire Honour, in her loftiest eminence, 
 Staies in France for you, till you fetch her thence. 
 Then, nephewes, clap swift wings on your dissignes: 
 95 Be gone, be gone, make haste to the Guild Hall; 
 There presently He meet you. Do not stay : 
 Where honour beckons, shame attends delay. \Exit. 
 
 Askew. How gladly would your vncle haue you gone! 
 Lacie. True, coze, but He ore -reach his policies. 
 lOO I haue some serious businesse for three dayes, 
 Which nothing but my presence can dispatch. 
 You, therefore, cosen, with the companies 
 Shall haste to Douer; there He meete with you: 
 Or, if 1 stay past my prefixed time, 
 105 Away for France; weele meete in Normandie. 
 
 The twentie pounds my Lord Maior giues to me 
 You shall receiue, and these ten portugues, 
 Part of mine vncles thirtie. Gentle coze, 
 Haue care to our great charge ; 1 know, your wisedome 
 1 10 Hath tride it selfe in higher consequence. 
 
 Askew. Coze, al my selfe am yours: yet haue this care. 
 To lodge in London with all secrecie; 
 Our vncle Lincolne hath, besides his owne, 
 Many a iealous eie, that in your face 
 1 1 5 Stares onely to watch meanes for your disgrace. 
 Lacie. Stay, cosen, who be these? 
 
 Eyikr Symon Eyre, his Wife, Hodge, Firk, Lvne, and Rafe 
 tvith a peecc. 
 
 Eyre. Leaue whining, leaue whining! Away with this 
 whimpring, this pewling, these blubbring teares, and these wet 
 
 88. pursmfE. — 94. nephew CDE. — 97. beckonsl become Qq. Corrected 
 by Malone in A and C. — ()(). pollicies C. — 116. Om. in CDE. — 116. Stage - 
 direction. Hodg Y.. — 118. puling CDE. 
 
I, I.] THE SH(^EMAKER.S Ht^LIDAV. Il 
 
 eies! He get thy husl>and discharg'd, I warrant thee, sweetc 
 lane; go to ! 120 
 
 Hodge. Master, here be the captaines. 
 
 Eyre. Peace, Hodge; husht, ye knave, husht! 
 
 Firke. Here be the caualiers and the coronels, maister. 
 
 Eyre. Peace, Firke; peace, my fine Firke! Stand by with 
 your pishery-pasherie, away! I am a man of the best presence; 125 
 He speake to them, and they were Popes. — Gentlemen, cap- 
 taines, colonels, commanders ! Braue men, brauc leaders, may 
 it please you to giue me audience. I am Simon Eyre, the 
 mad Shoomaker of Towerstrecte; this wench with the mealy 
 mouth that wil neuer tire, is my wife, I can tel you; heres 130 
 Hodge , my man and my foreman ; heres Firke, my fine firking 
 iourneyman , and this is blubbered lane. A! we come to be 
 suters for this honest Rafe. Keepe him at home, and as I 
 am a true shoomaker and a gentleman of the Gentle Craft, 
 buy spurs your self, and He find ye bootes these seuen yeeres. 135 
 Wife. Seuen yeares, husband? 
 
 Eyre. Peace, Midriffe, peace ! I know what I do. Peace ! 
 
 Firke. Truly, master cormorant, you shal do God good 
 seruice to let Rafe and his wife stay together. Shees a young 
 new -married woman; if you take her husband away from her 140 
 a night, you undoo her; she may beg in the day-time; for 
 hees as good a workman at a pricke and an awle, as any 
 is in our trade. 
 
 lane. O let him stay, else I shal be undone. 
 
 Firke. I, truly, she shal be laid at one side like a pairc of 145 
 old shooes else, and be occupied for no use. 
 
 Lacie. Truly, my friends, it lies not in my powder: - 
 The Londoners are prest, paide, and set forth 
 By the Lord Maior; I cannot change a man. 
 
 Hodge. Why, then you were as good be a corporall as a 150 
 colonel, if you cannot discharge one good fellow ; and 1 tell 
 you true, 1 thinke you doe more then you can answere, to 
 presse a man within a yeare and a day of his mariage. 
 
 121. Maister C. — 122. you CDE. — 123. attd'] addB; Master DE. — 
 126. and'] an DE. — 130. t/iat zuil neuer tire om. CDE. — 132. is] his CD. 
 — 135. ye] you CDE. — 138. maister C. — 142. an om. DE. — 145- a one 
 DE. — 150. Hoge B. 
 
12 THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. [I, I. 
 
 Eyre, Well said, melancholy Hodge; gramercy, my fine 
 155 foreman. 
 
 Wife. Truly, gentlemen, it were il done for such as you, 
 
 to stand so stiffely against a poore yong wife, considering her 
 
 case, she is new -married, but let that passe: I pray, deale 
 
 not roughly with her; her husband is a yong man, and but 
 
 160 newly entred, but let that passe. 
 
 Eyre. Away with your pisherie-pasherie, your pols and 
 your edipolls! Peace, Midaffe; silence, Cisly Bumtrincket! 
 Let your head speake. 
 
 Firke. Yea, and the homes too, master. 
 165 Eyre. Too soone, my fine Firk, too soone! Peace, scoun- 
 drels! See you this man? Captaines, you will not release 
 him? Wei, let him go; hee's a proper shot; let him vanish! 
 Peace, lane, drie up thy teares, theile make his powder dankish. 
 Take him, braue men; Hector of Troy was an hackney to 
 170 him, Hercules and Termagant scoundrelles , Prince Arthurs 
 Round-table — by the Lord of Ludgate — nere fed such a 
 tall, such a dapper swordman; by the life of Pharo, a braue, 
 resolute swordman! Peace, lane! I say no more, mad 
 knaues. 
 175 Firk. See, see, Hodge, how my maister raucs in commen- 
 dation of Rafe! 
 
 Hodge. Raph, thart a gull, by this hand, and thou goest not. 
 Askew. I am glad, good master Ayre, it is my hap 
 To meete so resolute a souldiour. 
 180 Trust me, for your report and loue to him, 
 A common slight regard shall not respect him. 
 Lacie. Is thy name Raph? 
 Raph. Yes, sir. 
 
 Lacie. Give me thy hand; 
 
 Thou shalt not want, as I am a gentleman. 
 Woman, be patient; God, no doubt, wil send 
 
 154. gramarcy CD. — 156. Gntlemen C, Gentleman E. — 158. neivly 
 DE. — 162. edipols CDE; Midasse CDE. — 167. he is CDE. — 169. a 
 hackney DE. — 172. Pharoah C, Pharoh DE. — 175. master D; C07n- 
 mendations C. — 1 77. thou'rt DE; and'\ an D, om. E; not om. ABC. — 
 178. maister C. 
 
T, I.] THE SHOEMAKERS ITOIJDAY. 13 
 
 Thy husband safe againe; but he mu8t go, 185 
 
 His countries quarrel say(^s: it shall be so. 
 
 Hod^e. Thart a gull, by my stirroj), if thou doest not goe. 
 I will not haue thee strike thy gimblet into these weake vessels; 
 pricke thine enemies, Rafe. 
 
 Enter Dodger. 
 
 Dodger. My Lord, your vncle on the Tower -hill igo 
 
 Stayes with the Lord Mayor and the Aldermen, 
 And doth request you with all speede you ma}', 
 To hasten thither. 
 
 As,kerv. Cosin, lets go. 
 
 Lacy. Dodger, runne you before, tel them we come. — 
 This Dodger is mine vncles parasite, \_Exit Dodgek. 195 
 
 The arrantst varlet that e're breathd on earth; 
 Hie sets jnore discord in a noble house ~y 
 By one dales broching of his pickethanke tales. 
 Than can be salu'd againe in twentie yeares. 
 
 And he, I feare, shall go with vs to France, 200 
 
 To prie into our actions. 
 
 Askeiv. Therefore, coze. 
 
 It shall behooue you to be circumspect. 
 
 Lacy. Feare not, good cosen. — Raph, hie to your colours. 
 
 Raph. I must, because theres no remedie; 
 But, gentle maister and my louing dame, 205 
 
 As you haue alwaies beene a friend to me, 
 So in mine absence thinke upon my wife. 
 
 Line. Alas, my Raph. 
 Wije. She cannot speake for weeping. 
 
 Eyre. Peace, you crackt groates, you mustard tokens, dis- 210 
 quiet not the braue souldier. Goe thy waies, Raph ! 
 
 La7ie. I, I, you bid him go; what shal I do, 
 When he is gone? 
 
 186. it must CDE. — 187. Thou'rt DE. — 188. gimlet CDE. — 
 191. Stayey E. — 1 93. lets = let us; Cousin, cojne, lets go "B, Cousin, come, 
 let us go CDE. — 195. ?ny DE. — 196. arrants B, arranst DE. — 197. in'\ 
 o/BC. — 198. broackifig DE; o/] in BCDE; pick-hanke E. — 204. there 
 is BCDE. — 205. master D. — 207. mine'\ my BCDE. — 212 — 213. One 
 line in Qq. 
 
14 THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. [I, I. 
 
 Firk. Why, be doing with me or my fellow Hodge; be 
 
 215 not idle. 
 
 Eyre. Let me see thy hand, lane. This fine hand, this 
 white hand, these prettie fingers must spin, must card, must 
 worke ; worke , you bombast - cotten - candle - queane , worke 
 for your lining, with a pox to you. — Hold thee, Raph, 
 
 220 heres fiue sixpences for thee; fight for the honour of the 
 Gentle Craft, for the Gentlemen Shoomakers, the coura- 
 gious Cordwainers, the flower of S. Martins, the mad knaues 
 ofBedlem, Fleetstreete, Towerstreete and Whitechappell ; cracke 
 me the crownes of the French knaues ; a poxe on them, cracke 
 
 225 them; fight, by the Lord of Ludgate; fight, my fine boy! 
 
 Firke. Here, Rafe, heres' three twopences: two carry into 
 France, the third shal wash our soules at parting, for sorrow 
 is drie. For my sake, firke the Basa mon cues. 
 
 Hodge. Raph, I am heauy at parting; but heres a shilling 
 
 230 for thee. God send thee to cramme thy slops with French 
 crownes, and thy enemies bellies with bullets. 
 
 Raph. I thanke you, maister, and I thanke you all. 
 Now, gentle wife, my louing louely lane, • 
 Rich men, at parting, giue their wiues rich gifts, 
 
 235 Jewels and rings, to grace their lillie hands. 
 
 Thou know'st our trade makes rings for womens heeles: 
 Here take this paire of shooes, cut out by Hodge, 
 Sticht by my fellow Firke, seam'd by my selfe, 
 Made up and pinckt with letters for thy name. 
 
 240 Weare them, my deere lane, for thy husbands sake; 
 And euerie morning, when thou puU'st them on. 
 Remember me, and pray for my returne. 
 Make much of them; for I haue made them so. 
 That I can know them from a thousand mo. 
 
 Sound drtmwie, Etiler Lord Maior, Lincolne, Lacy, Askew, 
 Dodger, and souldiers. They passe ouer the stage; Rape falles in 
 arnongest them; Firke and the rest cry fareivel etc., and so exeunt. 
 
 218. bumhast CDE; bombast cotten • candle • queane ABC. — 223. Bed- 
 lam E, — 226. two twopences, to carry CDE. — 228. fihe B. — 232. ye 
 master DE. — 233. louin^^ om. E. 
 
II, 1.] THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. 15 
 
 ACT 11. 
 
 SCENE I. 
 Enter Rose, alone, making a Garland. 
 
 Rose. Here sit thou downe upon this flowr) banke, 
 And make a garland for thy Lacies head. 
 These pinkes, these roses, and these violets, 
 These blushing gillitlowers, these marigoldes, 
 
 The faire embrodery of his coronet, 5 
 
 Carry not halfe such beauty in their cheekes, 
 As the sweete countnaunce of my Lacy doth. 
 O my most unkinde father! O my starres. 
 Why lowrde you so at my natiuity, 
 
 To make me loue, yet Hue, robd of my loue? lO 
 
 Here as a theefe am I imprisoned 
 For my deere Lacies sake within those walles, 
 Which by my fathers cost were builded up 
 For better purposes; here must I languish 
 
 For him that doth as much lament, I know, 15 
 
 Mine absence, as for him I pine in woe. 
 
 Enter Sibil. 
 
 Sihil. Good morrow, yong Mistris. I am sure you make 
 that garland for me; against / shall he Lady of the Haruest. 
 
 Rose. Sibil, what news at London? 
 
 Sibil. None but good; my Lord Mayor, your father, and 20 
 maister Philpot, your uncle, and maister Scot, your coosin, 
 and mistris Frigbottom by Doctors Commons, doe all, by my 
 troth, send you most hearty commendations. 
 
 Rose. Did Lacy send kind greetings to his loue? 
 
 Sihil. O yes, out of cry, by my troth, I scant knew him; 25 
 here a wore a scarffe, and here a scarfe, here a bunch of 
 fethers, and here pretious stones and iewells, and a paire of 
 garters, — O, monstrous! like one of our yellow silke curtains 
 
 Act II. Scene I. S^Scene 2. Oldford. A garden.'\ Fr. — 5. embroy- 
 dery C. — 21. master D. — 22. Doctor C. — 26. wore scarffe AB; scarf 
 CDE. 
 
1 6 THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. [II, I. 
 
 at home here in Old -ford house, here m maister Belly-mounts 
 30 chamber. I stoode at our doore in Cornehill , lookt at him, 
 he at me indeed, spake to him, but he not to me, not a 
 word; mary gup, thought I, with a wanion! He passt by me 
 as prowde -- Mary foh! are you growne humorous, thought 
 I; and so shut the doore, and in I came. 
 35 Rose. O Sibill, how dost thou my Lacy wrong! 
 
 My Rowland is as gentle as a lambe, 
 No doue was euer halfe so milde as he. 
 
 Sibil. Milde? yea, as a bushel of stampt crabs. He lookt 
 upon me as sowre as veriuice. Goe thy wayes , thought 1 ; 
 40 thou maist be much in my gaskins, but nothing in my neather- 
 stockes. This is your fault, mistris, to loue him that loues 
 not you; he thinkes scorne to do as he's done to; but if I 
 were as you, Ide cry: go by, leronimo, go by! 
 
 Ide set ?nine olde debts against my netv driblets, 
 45 Ayid the hares foot agaitist the goose giblets, 
 
 For if euer I sigh, when sleepe I shoidde take, 
 Pray God, I may loose ?fiy mayden-head when I wake. 
 Rose. Will my loue leaue me then, and go to France? 
 Sibil. I knowe not that, but 1 am sure I see him stalke 
 50 before the souldiers. By my troth , he is a propper man ; 
 but he is proper that proper doth. Let him goe snicke-up 
 yong mistris. 
 
 Rose. Get thee to London, and learne perfectly, 
 Whether my Lacy go to France, or no, 
 55 Do this, and I wil giue thee for thy paines 
 My cambricke apron and my romish gloues, 
 My purple stockings and a stomacher. 
 Say, wilt thou do this, Sibil, for my sake? 
 
 Sibil. Wil I, quoth a? At whose suit? By my troth, yes 
 
 60 He go. A cambricke apron, gloues, a paire of purple stockings, 
 
 and a stomacher! He sweat in purple, mistris, for you; ile 
 
 take any thing that comes a Gods name. O rich ! a cambricke 
 
 29. master D. — 31. speak E; he to me CDE. — 32. gip CDE. — 
 37. euer om. E. — 38. stamgt E. — 44 — 45. Printed as prose in Qq. — 
 44. my olde DE. — 46—47. Printed as prose in ABCD. — 57, 60. siockins 
 DE. — 60. and a pair DE. — 62. a Gods'] in Gods DE. 
 
11, 2.] THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. 1 7 
 
 apron! Faith, then haue at 'up tailes all'. He go liggy 
 - loggy to London, and be here in a trice, yong mistris. [^Exii. 
 
 Rose. Do so, good Sibill. Meane time wretched I 65 
 
 Will sit and sigh for his lost company. \^ExiL 
 
 Scene II. 
 Enter Rowland Lacy, like a Dutch Shoemaker. 
 
 Lacy. How many shapes haue gods and kings devisde, 
 Thereby to compasse their desired loues! 
 It is no shame for Rowland Lacy, then. 
 To clothe his cunning with the Gentle Craft, 
 
 That, thus disguisde, I may unknowne possesse 5 
 
 The onely happie presence of my Rose. 
 For her haue I forsooke my charge in France, 
 Incurd the kings displeasure, and stird up 
 Rough hatred in mine vncle Lincolnes brest. 
 
 loue, how powerful! art thou, that canst change lO 
 High birth to basenesse, and a noble mind 
 
 To the meane semblance of a shooemaker! 
 
 But thus it must be. For her cruell father, 
 
 Hating the single vnion of our soules, 
 
 Has secretly conueyd my Rose from London, 1 5 
 
 To barre me of her presence; but I trust. 
 
 Fortune and this disguise will furder me 
 
 Once more to view her beautie, gaine her sight. 
 
 Here in Towerstreete with Ayre the shooemaker 
 
 Meane I a while to worke ; I know the trade, 20 
 
 1 Jeam't it when I was in Wittenberge. 
 
 Then cheere thy hoping sprites, be not dismaide. 
 
 Thou canst not want: do Fortune what she can. 
 
 The Gentle Craft is lining for a man. [Exit. 
 
 64. [Exiq om. CDE. 
 
 Scene n. \_Scene t,. London. A Street.'] Fr. — 9. ?wy DE. — ll.b.re- 
 nesse ABC. — i-]. further CDE. — 21. learne C; at Wittemberge D, ai 
 Wittemberg E. — 22. spirits CDE. 
 
iS THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. [II, 3. 
 
 Scene III. 
 Enter Eyre, making himself e readie. 
 
 Eyre. Where be these boyes, these girles, these drabbes, 
 these scoundrels? They wallow in the fat brewisse of my 
 bountie, and licke vp the cruras of my table, yet wil not rise 
 to see my walkes cleansed. Come out, you powder -beefe 
 5 -queanes! What, Nan! what, Madge Mumble - crust. Come 
 out, you fatte Midrift'e - swag - belly - whores , and sweepe me 
 these kennels that the noysome stench offende not the noses 
 of my neighbours. What, Firke, I say; what, Hodge! Open 
 my shop - windowes ! What, Firke, I say! 
 
 Enter Firke. 
 10 Firke. O master, ist you that speake bandog and bedlam this 
 morning ? I was in a dreame, and muzed what madde man- was 
 got into the streete so earlie; haue you drunke this morning 
 that your throate is so cleere? 
 
 Eyre. Ah, well saide, Firke; well said, Firke. To worke, 
 15 my fine knaue, to worke! Wash thy face, and thou't be 
 more blest. 
 
 Firke. Let them wash my face that will eate it. Good 
 maister, send for a sowce-wife, if youle haue my face cleaner. 
 
 Enter Hodge. 
 Eyre. Away, slouen ! auaunt , scoundrell ! — Good morrow, 
 20 Hodge; good morrow, my fine foreman. 
 
 Hodge. O maister, good morrow; yare an earlie stirrer. 
 Heeres a faire morning. — Good morrow, Firke, I could haue 
 slept this howre. Heeres a braue day towards. 
 
 Eyre. Oh, haste to worke, my fine foreman, haste to worke. 
 
 25 Firke. Maister, I am drie as dust to heare my fellow Roger 
 
 talke of faire weather; let vs pray for good leather, and let 
 
 Scene HI. [_Scene 4. An open yard before Eyre's house.'] Fr. — 
 4. clensed C- — 5. Madge -rtimnble - crust Qq. — 6. Midr iff e- swag, belly 
 -whores A. — 7. stench] filth CDE; nose AB. — 8. my om. D. — 10. maister 
 C; bang dog B. — 15. thou' It CD. — 18. master D; souse-wife CDE; you 
 will BCDE. — 21, 25. master D. — 23. toward C. 
 
II, 3-] THE SHOEMAKERS HOETDAY. IQ 
 
 clownes and plowboyes and those that worke in the fieldes 
 pray for braue dayes. Wee worke in a drie shop; what care 
 I if it raine? 
 
 Enter Eyre's Wife. 
 
 Eyre. How now, dame Margery, can you see to rise? 30 
 Trip and go, call up the drabs, your maides. 
 
 Wife. See to rise? I hope tis time inough, tis earlie 
 inough for any woman to be seene abroad. I maruaile how 
 manie wiues in Towerstreet are up so soon. Gods me, tis 
 not noone, — heres a yawling! 35 
 
 Eyre. Peace, Margerie, peace! Wheres Cisly Bumtrinket, 
 your maide? She has a priuie fault, she farts in her sleepe. 
 Call the queane up; if my men want shooethread, ile swinge 
 her in a stirrop. 
 
 Firke. Yet, thats but a drie beating; heres still a signe 40 
 of drought. 
 
 Enter Lacy, singing. 
 Lacy. Der ivas een bore van Gelderland, 
 Fro lick si byeti; 
 He was als dronck he cold nyet stand, 
 
 Upsolce se byen. 45 
 
 Tap eens de canneken, 
 Drincke, shone mannekin. 
 Firke. Master, for my life, yonders a brother of the Gentle 
 Craft ; if he beare not saint Hughes bones , lie forfeit my 
 bones ; hees some vplandish workman : hire him, good master, 50 
 that I may leame some gibble - gabble ; twill make us worke 
 the faster. 
 
 Eyre. Peace, Firke! A hard world! Let him passe, let 
 him vanish; we haue iourneymen enow. Peace, my fine Firke! 
 
 Wife. Nay, nay, y'are best follow your mans councell; you 55 
 shal see what wil come on't: we haue not men enow, but we 
 must entertaine euery butter - boxe ; but let that passe. 
 
 32. / hope^ hope B. — 36. Her's E. — 44. dronke C, drunke DE. — 
 45. up selcese bye?i E. — 46. cauneken C. — 47. drinck C ; shoue A, shenf 
 B, sheue C, sheve DE. — 48, 50. Maister C. — 50. unlandUh DE. 
 
5t) th:e shoemax:ers houday. "[n, 3. 
 
 Hodge. Dame, fore God, if my maister follow your counsel!, 
 heele consume little beefe. He shal be glad of men, and hee 
 60 -can catch them. 
 
 Firke. I, that he shall. 
 
 Hodge. Fore God, a proper man, and I warrant, a fine 
 Workman. Maister, farewell; Dame, adew; if such a man as 
 he cannot find worke, Hodge is not for you. \Offers io goe. 
 '65 Eyre. Stay, my fine Hodge. 
 
 Firke. Faith, and your foreman goe, dame, you must take 
 
 a iourney to seeke a new iorneyman ; if Roger remoue, Firke 
 
 followes. If S. Hughs bones shall not be set a -worke, I may 
 
 pricke mine awle in the wals, and goe play. Fare ye wel, 
 
 70 master; God buy, dame. 
 
 Eyre. Tarrie, my fine Hodge, my briske foreman! Stay, 
 
 Firke! Peace, pudding - broath ! By the Lord of Ludgate, 
 
 I loue my men as my life. Peace, you gallimafrie! Hodge, 
 
 if he want worke, lie hire him. One of you to him; stay, 
 
 75 — he comes to vs. 
 
 Lade. Goeden dach, meester, ende v vro oak. 
 Firke. Nayls, if 1 should speake after him without drinking, 
 1 shuld choke. And you , frind Oake, are you of the Gentle 
 Craft? 
 80 Lacie. Yaw, yaw, ik bin den skomawker. 
 
 Firke. Den skomaker, quoth a ! And heark you, skomaker, 
 haue you al your tooles, a good rubbing - pinne, a good stop- 
 per, a good dresser, your foure sorts of awles, and your two 
 balles of waxe, your paring knife, your hand- and thumb - 
 85 leathers, and good S. Hughs bones to smooth up your worke ? 
 Lacie. Yaw, yaw; be niet vorveard. Ik hab all de dingen 
 voour mack skooes groot and cleane. 
 
 Firke. Ha, ha! Good maister, hire him; heele make me 
 laugh so that 1 shal worke more in mirth then 1 can in 
 90 earnest. 
 
 Eyre. Heare ye, friend, haue ye any skill in the mistery 
 of Cordwainers? 
 
 58. 63. Master D. — 62. Afore CDE. — 68. followres B; Hughes C, 
 — 73. gallimaufrey CDE. — 74. / hire DE. — 80. Ich beene den skoomaher 
 CDE. — 82. pin CDE. — 83. sort DE ; aules CDE, — 84. thunt- leathers 
 DE. — 88. ?naster D. — 91. ye"] you CDE (twice). 
 
II, 3-] THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. 21 
 
 Lacie. Ik weet niet wat yow seg; ich verstaw you niet, 
 
 Firke. Why, thus, man : {iniitating by gesture a shoemaker at 
 work) Ich verste v niet, quoth a. 95 
 
 Lacie. Yaw, yaw, yaw; ick can dat wel doen. 
 
 Firke. Yaw, yaw! He speakes yawing like a Jacke-daw 
 that gapes to be fed with cheese - curdes. Oh, heele giue a 
 villanous pul at a can of double - beere ; but Hodge and I 
 haue the vantage, we must drinke first, because wee are the 100 
 eldest iourneymen. 
 
 Eyre. What is thy name? 
 
 Lacie. Hans — Hans Meulter. 
 
 Eyre. Giue me thy hand ; th'art welcome. — Hodge, enter- 
 taine him ; Fyrk, bid him welcome ; come, Hans. Runne, wife, 105 
 bid your maids, your truUibubs, make readie my fine mens 
 breakefasts. To him, Hodge ! 
 
 Hodge. Hans, th'art welcome; use thy selfe friendly, for 
 we are good fellowes ; if not, thou shalt be fought with, wert 
 thou bigger then a giant. no 
 
 Fyrk. Yea , and drunke with , wert thou Gargantua. My 
 maister keepes no cowards, I tell thee. — Hoe, boy, bring 
 him an heele -blocke, heers a new iourneyman. [Etiter Boy.] 
 
 Lacy. O, ich wersto you ; ich moet een halue dossen cans 
 betaelen; here, boy, nempt^dis skilling, tap eens freelicke. 115 
 
 \Exit Boy.] 
 
 Eyre. Quicke, snipper-snapper, away! Fyrk, scowre thy 
 throate, thou shalt wash it with Castilian licour. [Enter Boy.] 
 Come, my last of the fiues, giue me a can. Have to thee, 
 Hans; here, Hodge; here, Fyrk; drinke, you mad Greeks, 
 and worke like true Troians, and pray for Simon Eyre, the 120 
 shoomaker. — Here, Hans, and th'art welcome. 
 
 Fyrk. Lo, dame, you would haue lost a good fellow that 
 wil teach us to laugh. This beer came hopping in well. 
 
 Wife. Simon, it is almost seuen. 
 
 Eyre. Is't so, dame Clapper- dudgeon? Is't seuen a clocke, 125 
 and ray mens breakefast not readie? Trip and goe, you 
 
 93. /ck weet C ; you seg C ; vestaw A. — 94. {Imitating . . . work) added 
 by Fr. — 97. yawning DE. — 104. thou art CDE. — 1 12. master D. — 
 115. betalen CDE; here'\ nere DE; oens D, ones E. — 120. Troyans CD. 
 — 126. breakfasts C. 
 
22 THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. [II, 4. 
 
 sowst cunger, away ! Come, you madde Hiperboreans ; follow 
 me, Hodge; follow me, Hans; come after, my fine Fyrk; to 
 worke, to worke a while, and then to breakfast! \Exit. 
 
 130 Fyrk. Soft! Yaw, yaw, good Hans, though my master 
 haue no more wit but to call you afore mee, I am not so 
 foolish to go behind you, I being the elder iourneyman. 
 
 \Exeunt. 
 Scene IV. 
 \Hollowing within] Enter Warner and Hammon, like Hunters. 
 Hammon. Cosen, beate euery brake, the game's not farre, 
 This way with winged feete he fled from death. 
 Whilst the pursuing hounds, senting his steps, 
 Find out his high -way to destruction. 
 5 Besides, the millers boy told me euen now. 
 He saw him take soile, and he hallowed him. 
 Affirming him to have been so embost 
 That long he could not hold. 
 
 Warner. If it be so, 
 
 Tis best we trace these meddowes by Old -Ford. 
 
 [A tioise of Hunters within; Enter a Boy.] 
 10 Hammon. How now, boy? Wheres the deere? speak, 
 
 sawst thou him? 
 Boy. O yea ; I saw him leape through a hedge , and then 
 ouer a ditch, then at my Lord Maiors pale, ouer he skipt me, 
 and in he went me, and 'holla' the hunters cride, and 
 'there, boy; there, boy!' But there he is, a mine honestie. 
 15 Hammon. Boy, God amercy. Cosen, lets away; 
 
 I hope we shal find better sport to-day. [Exeunt. 
 
 Scene V. 
 [Hunting within] Enter Rose and Sibill. 
 Rose. Why, Sibill, wilt thou proue a forrester? 
 Sibill. Upon some no; forrester, go by; no, faith, mistris. 
 The deere came running into the barne through the orchard 
 
 127. Hiperhorians E. — 1 30. maister C. 
 
 Scene IV. (Scene 5. A field near Oldford.) Fr. — Stage -dir. Holo- 
 wing C. — 6. saile A, soil BDE, soyle C; hollowed DE. — 7. him so 
 embost Qq. — 16. we'] I CDE. 
 
II, 5-] THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. 23 
 
 and ouer the pale ; I wot wel, 1 lookt as pale as a new cheese 
 to see him. But whip, saies good man Pinne- close, vp with 5 
 his flaile, and our Nicke with a prong, and downe he fell, 
 and they upon him, and I upon them. By my troth, we had 
 such sport ; and in the end we ended him ; his throate we 
 cut, flead him, unhornd him, and my Lord Maior shal eat of 
 him anon, when he comes. [Horns sound ivithiti. 10 
 
 Rose. Heark, heark, the hunters come; y'are best take heed, 
 Theyle haue a saying to you for this deede. 
 
 Enter Hammon, Warner, Huntstnen, and Boy. 
 
 Hafn??wn. God saue you, faire ladies. 
 
 Sibill. Ladies, o grosse ! 
 
 Warner. Came not a bucke this way? 
 
 Rose. No, but two does. 
 
 Hammon. And which way went they? Faith, weel hunt at those. 15 
 
 Sibill. At those? upon some no: when, can you tell? 
 
 Warner. Upon some I. 
 
 Sibill. Good Lord! 
 
 Warner. Wounds! Then farewell! 
 
 Hanunon. Boy, which way went he ? 
 
 Boy. This way, sir, he ranne. 
 
 Hammon. This way he ranne indeede, faire mistris Rose; 
 Our game was lately in your orchard seene. 20 
 
 Warner. Can you aduise, which way he tooke his flight? 
 
 Sibill. Followe your nose; his homes will guide you right. 
 
 Warner. Thart a mad wench. 
 
 Sibill. O, rich! 
 
 Rose. Trust me, not I. 
 
 It is not like that the wild forrest - deere 
 
 Would come so neare to places of resort; 25 
 
 You are deceiu'd, he fled some other way. 
 
 Warner. Which way, my sugar - candie, can you shew? 
 
 Sibill. Come up, good honnisops, vpon some no. 
 
 Rose. Why doe you stay, and not pursue your game? 
 
 Scene V. [^Scene 6. Another part of the Jield."] Fr. — 5. pinne -close A, 
 Pinclose CDE. — 7. uppon C. — 9. unhorned'D^. — 10. Stage-dir. Horner 
 BC. — II, 12. Printed as prose in B. — 17. Zounds DE. — 24. that om. A. 
 — 28. honisops DE. 
 
24 THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. [II, 5. 
 
 30 Sibill. He hold my life, their hunting - nags be lame. 
 
 Hammon. A deere more deere is found within this place. 
 
 Rose. But not the deere, sir, which you had in chace. 
 
 Hammon. I chac'd the deere, but this deere chaceth me. 
 
 Rose. The strangest hunting that euer I see. 
 35 But wheres your parke? \She offers to goe away. 
 
 Hammon. Tis here : O stay ! 
 
 Rose. Impale me, and then I will not stray. 
 Warner. They wrangle, wench ; we are more kind then they. 
 
 Sibill. What kind of hart is that deere hart, you seeke? 
 Warner. A hart, deare hart. 
 
 Sibil. Who euer saw the like? 
 
 40 Rose. To lose your heart, is't possible you can? 
 
 Hammon. My heart is lost. 
 
 Rose. Alacke, good gentleman! 
 
 Hammon. This poore lost hart would I wish you might find. 
 
 Rose. You, by such lucke, might proue your hart a hind. 
 
 Hammon. Why, Lucke had homes, so haue I heard some say. 
 45 Rose. Now, God, and't be his wil, send Luck into your way. 
 
 Enter L. Maior and Seruants. 
 
 L. Maior. What, M. Hammon? Welcome to Old -Ford! 
 
 Sibill. Gods pittikins, hands off, sir! Hears my Lord. 
 
 L. Maior. I heare you had ill lucke, and lost your game. 
 
 Hammoti. Tis true, my Lord. 
 
 L. Maior. I am sorie for the same. 
 
 i)0 What gentleman is this? 
 
 Hammon. My brother-in-law. 
 
 L. Maior. Y'are welcome both; sith Fortune offers you 
 Into my hands, you shal not part from hence. 
 Until you haue refresht your wearied limmes. 
 Go, Sibel, couer the boord! You shal be guest 
 55 To no good cheare, but euen a hunters feast. 
 
 Ham?non. I thanke your Lordship. — Cosen, on my life. 
 For our lost venison I shal find a wife. [Exetint. 
 
 L. Maior. In, gentlemen; He not be absent long. — 
 This Hammon is a proper gentleman, 
 
 32. chase C. — 33. chaseth C. — 36. Imfale, used as a trisyllable. -^ 
 38. that, deere A. — 54. Sibell C, 
 
Ill, I.] TTIE SHOEMAKERS HOEIDAY. 25 
 
 A citizen by birth, fairely allidc; 60 
 
 How fit an husband were he for my girle! 
 
 Wei, 1 wil in, and do the best I can, 
 
 To match my daughter to this gentleman. [Exit. 
 
 ACT III. 
 
 SCENE I. 
 Enler Lacie, Skipper, hodge, and Firke. 
 
 Skipper. Ick sal yow wat seggen, Hans; dis skip, dat comen 
 from Candy, is al vol, by gots sacrament, van sugar, ciuet, 
 almonds, cambrick, end alle dingen, towsand towsand ding. 
 Nempt it, Hans, nempt it vor v meester. Daer be de bils 
 van laden. Your meester Simon Eyre sal hae good copen. 5 
 Wat seggen yow, Hans? 
 
 Firk., Wat seggen de reggen de copen, slopen — laugh, 
 Hodge, laugh ! 
 
 Lacie. Mine lieiier broder Firk, bringt meester Eyre tot det 
 signe vn swannekin; daer sal yow finde dis skipper end 10 
 me. Wat seggen yow, broder Firk? Doot it, Hodge. Come, 
 skipper. [Exeunt. 
 
 Firk. Bring him, quod you? Heers no knauerie, to bring 
 my master to buy a ship, worth the lading of 2 or 3 hundred 
 thousand pounds. Alas, thats nothing ; a trifle, a bable, Hodge. 15 
 
 Hodge. The truth is, Firk, that the marchant owner of the 
 ship dares not shew his head, and therefore this skipper that 
 deales for him, for the loue he beares to Hans, offers my 
 master Eyre a bargaine in the commodities. He shal haue a 
 reasonable day of payment; he may sel the wares by that 20 
 time, and be an huge gainer hiraselfe. 
 
 Firk. Yea, but can my fellow Hans lend my master 
 twentie porpentines as an earnest pennie? 
 
 Hodge. Portegues, thou wouldst say; here they be, Firke; 
 heark, they gingle in my pocket like S. Mary Overies bels. 25 
 
 61 a husband DE. 
 
 Act III. Scene I, \_Scene 7. A room in Eyre^s kouse.'] Fr, — i. Ich 
 E ; you E. — 2. wol Qq. — 3. almond BCDE. — 4. bills DE. — 5. master 
 Symon D. — 9. tot\ lot Qq. ; def^ den A. — 10. sign E; swannekiu DE; 
 dare CDE; you finds DE. — II. you E. — 14. maister C. — 2i. be'] he E. 
 =— 23. propentines C, —^ 35. S. Mary Qtferies ABC, 
 
26 THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. [Ill, I. 
 
 Enter Eyre and his Wife. 
 Firk. Mum, here comes my dame and my maister. Sheele 
 scold, on my life, for loytering this Monday; but al's one, let 
 them al say what they can, Monday's our holyday. 
 
 Wife. You sing, sir Sauce, but I beshrew your heart, 
 30 I feare, for this your singing we shal smart. 
 
 Firk. Smart for me, dame; why, dame, why? 
 Hodge. Maister, I hope, yowle not suffer my dame to take 
 downe your iourneymen. 
 
 Firk. If she take me downe , He take her vp ; yea , and 
 35 take her downe too, a button -hole lower. 
 
 Eyre. Peace, Firke ; not I , Hodge ; by the life of Pharao, 
 by the Lord of Ludgate, by this beard, euery haire whereof 
 I valew at a kings ransome, shee shal not meddle with you. 
 — Peace, you bumbast -cotten- candle -queane; away, queene 
 40 of clubs; quarrel not with me and my men, with me and 
 my fine Firke ; He firke you , if you do. 
 
 Wife. Yea, yea, man, you may vse me as you please; but 
 let that passe. 
 
 Eyre. Let it passe , let it vanish away ; peace ! Am I 
 45 not Simon Eyre? Are not these my braue men, braue shoo- 
 makers, all gentlemen of the gentle craft ? Prince am I none, 
 yet am I nobhe borne, as beeing the sole sonne of a shoo- 
 maker. Away, rubbish; vanish, melt; melt like kitchin- 
 stuffe. 
 50 Wife. Yea, yea, tis wel ; I must be cald rubbish, kitchin- 
 
 stuffe, for a sort of knaues. 
 
 Firke. Nay, dame, you shall not weepe and waile in woe 
 for me. Master, He stay no longer; here's a vennentorie of 
 my shop-tooles. Adue, master; Hodge, farewel. 
 55 Hodge. Nay, stay, Firke; thou shalt not go alone. 
 
 Wife. I pray, let them goe; there be mo maides then 
 Mawkin, more men then Hodge, and more fooles then Firke. 
 Firke. Fooles ? Nailes ! if I tarry nowe, I would my guts 
 might be turnd to shoo - thread. 
 
 7,2,. journeyman E. — 35. hutten-hole C. — 38. at om. E. — 44. Am 
 not I DE. — 45. those DE. — 53. a eventory C, an enuentory DE. — 
 54. maister C. — 58. Fuoles C; gute E. 
 
HI, I.] THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. 27 
 
 Hodge. And if I stay, I pray God I may be turnd to a 6o 
 Turke, and set in Finsbury for boyes to shoot at, — Come, 
 Firk. 
 
 Eyre. Stay , my fine knaues , you armes of my trade , you 
 pillars of my profession. What, shal a tittle-tattles words 
 make you forsake Simon Eyre? — Auaunt, kitchin - stuffe ! 65 
 Rip, you brown - bread Tannikin ; out of my sight ! Moue me 
 not! Haue not I tane you from selling tripes in Eastcheape, 
 and set you in my shop, and made you haile-fellowe with 
 Simon Eyre, the shoomaker? And now do you deale thus with 
 my Journeymen? Looke, you powder - beefe -queane, on the 70 
 face of Hodge, heers a face for a Lord. 
 
 Firk. And heers a face for any Lady in christendome. 
 
 Eyre. Rip, you chitterling, auaunt! Boy, bid the tapster 
 of the Bores -head fil me a doozen Cannes of beere for my 
 iourneymen. 75 
 
 Firk. A doozen cans ? O, braue ! Hodge , now He stay. 
 
 Eyre. {In a lotv voice to the boy) And the knaue fils any 
 more then two, he payes for them. {Exit Boy. Loud.) A 
 doozen cans of beere for my iourneymen. {Re-enter Boy.) Here, 
 you mad Mesopotamians , wash your liuers with this liquour. 80 
 Where be the odde ten? No more, Madge, no more. — 
 Wei saide. Drinke and to work! — What worke dost thou, 
 Hodge? what work? 
 
 Hodge. I am a making a paire of shooes for my Lord 
 Maiors daughter, mistresse Rose. 85 
 
 Firk. And I a paire of shooes for Sybil), my Lords maid. 
 I deale with her. 
 
 Eyre. Sybil? Fie, defile not thy fine workmanly fingers 
 with the feete of kitchinstuffe and basting -ladles. Ladies of 
 the Court, fine Ladies, my lads, commit their feete to our 90 
 apparelling; put grosse worke to Hans. Yarke and seame, 
 yarke and seame! 
 
 Firk. For yarking and seaming let me alone, and I 
 come toot. 
 
 64. my\ me C; word CDE. — 66. tanniking C. — 68. make DE. — 
 73. Rip you, chitterling A. — 77 seqq. Stage - directions added by Fr. — 
 79. Heare you, mad AB. — 84. am making DE. — ?>(). feet of kitchingstuff 'D'E. 
 
28 THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. [Ill, I. 
 
 95, Hodge. Wei, maister, al this is from the bias. Do you 
 
 remember the ship my fellow Hans told you of? The skipper 
 and he are both drinking at the Swan. Here be the Portigues 
 to giue earnest. If you go through with it, you cannot choose 
 but be a Lord at least. 
 
 lOO Firk. Nay, dame, if my master proue not a Lord, and you 
 a Ladie, hang me. 
 
 Wife. Yea, like inough, if you may loiter and tipple thus. 
 
 Firke. Tipple, dame? No, we haue beene bargaining with 
 
 Skellum Skanderbag: can you Dutch spreaken for a ship of 
 
 105 silk Cipresse, laden with sugar Candie. 
 
 Enter the Boy ivith a velvet coate and an Aldermans goivne. 
 Ayre piits it on. 
 
 Eyre. Peace, Firk; silence. Tittle-tattle! Hodge, He go 
 
 through with it. Hears a scale -ring, and I haue sent for a 
 
 garded gown and a damask casock. See where it comes; 
 
 looke heere , Maggy ; help me , Firk ; apparrel me, Hodge ; 
 
 no silke and satten, you mad Philistines, silke and satten. 
 
 Firk. Ha, ha, my maister wil be as proud as a dogge in 
 a dublet, al in beaten damaske and veluet. 
 
 Eyre. Softly, Firke, for rearing of the nap, and wearing 
 threadbare my garments. How doest thou like mee, Firke? 
 115 How do I looke, my fine Hodge? 
 
 Hodge. Why, now you looke like your self, master. I 
 warrant you, ther's few in the city, but wil giue you the wal, 
 and come vpon you with the right worshipful. 
 
 Firke. Nailes, my master lookes like a threadbare cloake 
 120 new turn'd and drest. Lord, Lord, to see what good raiment 
 doth! Dame, dame, are you not enamoured? 
 
 Eyre. How saist thou, Maggy, am I not brisk? Am I 
 not fine? 
 
 Wife. Fine? By my troth, sweet hart, very fine! By my 
 
 125 troth, I neuer likte thee so wel in my life, sweete heart; but 
 
 let that passe. I warrant, there be many women in the citie 
 
 98, 107. thorow DE. — 1 00. maister C. — 104. Scanderbag DE. 
 116, 119. maister C. — 119. clocke. 
 
Ill, I.] THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. 2g 
 
 haue not such handsome husbands, but only for their apparell ; 
 but let that passe too. 
 
 Enter Hans and Skipper. 
 
 Hans. Godden day, mester. Dis be de skipper dat heb 
 de skip van marchandice ; de commodity ben good; nempt it, 130 
 master, nempt it. 
 
 Aire. Godamercy, Hans ; welcome, skipper. Where lies this 
 ship of marchandice? 
 
 Skipper. De skip ben in reuere; dor be van Sugar, cyuet, 
 almonds, cambricke, and a towsand towsand tings, gotz sacra- 135 
 ment; nempt it, mester: ye sal heb good copen. 
 
 Firk. To him, maister ! O sweete maister ! O sweet wares ! 
 Prunes, almonds, suger-candy, carrat- roots, turnups, o braue 
 fatting meate ! Let not a man buye a nutmeg but your selfe. 
 
 Eyre. Peace, Firke! Come, Skipper, He go aboord with 140 
 you. — Hans, haue you made him drinke? 
 
 Skipper. Yaw, yaw, ic heb veale gedrunck. 
 
 Eyre. Come, Hans, follow me. Skipper, thou shalt haue 
 my countenance in the Cittie. [Exeunt. 
 
 Firk. Yaw, heb veale gedrunck, quoth a. They may well 145 
 be called butter - boxes , when they drinke fat veale and thick 
 beare too. But come, dame, I hope you'le chide vs no more. 
 
 Wife. No, faith, Firke; no, perdy, Hodge. I do feele 
 honour creepe upon me, and which is more, a certaine rising 
 in my flesh ; but let that passe. 1 50 
 
 Firk. Rising in your flesh do you feele say you? I, you 
 may be with childe, but why should not my maister feele a 
 rising in his flesh, hauing a gowne and a gold ring on? But 
 you are such a shrew, you'le soone pull him downe. 
 
 Wife. Ha, ha! prethee, peace! Thou mak'st my worshippe 155 
 laugh; but let that passe. Come, He go in; Hodge, prethee, 
 goe before me; Firke, follow me. 
 
 Firke. Firke doth follow; Hodge, passe out in state. \_Exeiint. 
 
 130. marchandize DE. — 131. mester CDE. — 133. jnerchandize DE. 
 — 134. rouere Qq. , civit DE. — 135. gots CDE. — 136. jyo A; hah DE. — 
 138. Almons C; carret-roots , turnips DE. — 140. abroade AB. — 
 142. gedriinke CDE. — 145. gedrunke CD, gedrunk E. — 151. you say DE. 
 
30 THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. [Ill, 2. 
 
 SCENE II. 
 Enter LiNCOLNE and Dodger. 
 
 Lincolne. How now, good Dodger, whats the newes in 
 
 Dodger. My Lord, vpon the eighteenth day of May [France? 
 The French and English were preparde to fight; 
 Each side with eager furie gaue the signe 
 5 Of a most hot encounter. Fiue long howres 
 Both armies fought together; at the length 
 The lot of victorie fel on our sides. 
 Twelue thousand of the Frenchmen that day dide, 
 Foure thousand English, and no man of name 
 lo But Captaine Hyam and yong Ardington, 
 Two gallant gentlemen, I knew them well. 
 
 Lincolne. But Dodger, pre thee, tell me, in this fight 
 How did my cozen Lacie beare himselfe? 
 
 Dodger. My Lord, your cosen Lacie was not there. 
 15 Lincolne. Not there? 
 
 Dodger. No, my good Lord. 
 
 Lincolne. Sure, thou mistakest. 
 
 I saw him shipt, and a thousand eies beside 
 Were witnesses of the farewels which he gaue, 
 When I, with weeping eies, bid him adew. 
 Dodger, take heede. 
 
 Dodger. My Lord, I am aduis'de, 
 
 20 That what I spake is true : to proue it so. 
 His cosen Askew, that supplide his place, 
 Sent me for him from France, that secretly 
 He might conuey himselfe thither. 
 
 Lincolne. 1st euen so? 
 
 Dares he so carelessly venture his life, 
 25 Upon the indignation of a king? 
 
 Has he despis'd my loue, and spurn'd those fauours 
 Which I with prodigall hand powr'd on his head? 
 He shall repent his rashnes with his soule; 
 Since of my loue he makes no estimate, 
 
 Scene II. {^Scene 8. London. A room in Lincoln's houseJ] Fr. — 
 2. eighteene AB. — 17. witness CDE, cp. Henr. VIII., II. i. 17, and see 
 S. Walker, Versif., p. 243 seqq. and Abbott, s. 471. — 20. speake C, speak 
 DE. — 23. hither Qq. 
 
Ill, 3.] THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. 3 1 
 
 He make him wish he had not knowne my hate. 30 
 
 Thou hast no other newes? 
 
 Dodger. None else, my Lord. 
 
 Lincolne. None worse I know thou hast. — Procure the king 
 To crowne his giddie browes with ample honors, 
 Send him cheefe Colonell, and all my hope 
 
 Thus to be dasht! But tis in vaine to grieue, 35 
 
 One euill cannot a worse releeue. 
 Upon my life, I haue found out his plot; 
 That old dog, Loue, that fawnd upon him so, 
 Loue to that puling girle, his faire - cheek't Rose, 
 The Lord Maiors daughter, hath distracted him, 40 
 
 And in the fire of that loues lunacie 
 Hath he burnt vp himselfe, consum'd his credite. 
 Lost the kings loue, yea, and I feare, his life, 
 Onely to get a wanton to his wife. 
 Dodger, it is so. 45 
 
 Dodger. I feare so, my good Lord. 
 
 Lwcohie. It is so — nay, sure it cannot be! 
 I am at my wits end. Dodger! 
 
 Dodger. Yea, my Lord. 
 
 Lincolne. Thou art acquainted with my nephewes haunts; 
 Spend this gold for thy paines ; goe seeke him out; 
 Watch at my Lord Maiors — there if he Hue, 50 
 
 Dodger, thou shalt be sure to meete with him. 
 Prethee, be diligent. — Lacie, thy name 
 Liu'd once in honour, now tis dead in shame. — 
 Be circumspect. [Exit. 
 
 Dodger. I w^arrant }ou, my Lord. \_Exit. 
 
 SCENE in. 
 
 Enler Lord Maior atid Master Scotte. 
 L. Maior. Good maister Scot, I haue beene bolde with you, 
 To be a witnesse to a wedding -knot 
 
 36. Is worse used as a disyllabic here ? worse one Fr. , more worse pres. 
 Edd. conj.; cp. Lear, II. 2. 155: My sister may receive it much more worse. 
 — 47. end. Dodger Qq. — 48. acquinted E. — 53. tis wanting in Qq. 
 
 Scene III. \^Scene 9. London. A room in the Lord Mayor' s house^ Fr. 
 Stage -dir. Scot CDE. — 2. wediyig C. 
 
THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. [Ill, 3. 
 
 Betwixt yong maister Hammon and my daughter. 
 O, stand aside; see where the Louers come. 
 
 Enter Hammon and Rose. 
 5 Rose. Can it be possible, you loue me so? 
 
 No, no, within those eie-bals I espie 
 Apparant likehhoods of flattery. 
 Pray now, let go my hand. 
 
 Hammon. Sweete mistris Rose, 
 
 Misconstrue not my words, nor misconceiue 
 10 Of my affection, whose deuoted soule 
 
 Sweares that I loue thee dearer then my heart. 
 
 Rose. As deare as your owne heart? I iudge it right, 
 Men loue their hearts best when th'are out of sight. 
 Hammon, I loue you, by this hand. 
 
 Rose. Yet hands oif now! 
 
 15 If flesh be fraile, how weake and frail's your vowe! 
 Hammon. Then by my life I sweare. 
 
 Rose. Then do not brawle; 
 
 One quarrell looselh wife and life and all. 
 Is not your meaning thus? 
 
 Hammon. In faith, you iest. 
 
 Rose. Loue loues to sport ; therefore leaue loue, y'are best. 
 20 L. Maior. What? square they, maister Scot? 
 
 Scot. Sir, neuer doubt, 
 
 Louers are quickly in, and quickly out. 
 
 Hammon. Sweet Rose, be not so strange in fansying me. 
 Nay, neuer turne aside, shunne not my sight: 
 I am not growne so fond, to fond my loue 
 25 On any that shall quit it with disdaine; 
 If you wil loue me, so — if not, farewell. 
 
 L. Maior. Why, how now, louers, are you both agreede? 
 Hammon. Yes, faith, my Lord. 
 
 L. Maior. Tis well, giue me your hand. 
 
 Giue me yours, daughter. — How now, both pull back! 
 30 What meanes this, girle? 
 
 8. Pray, now let Qq. — 15. frial E. — 28 — 30, Tis well . . .girle two 
 lines in Qq., the first ending at daughter. — 29. now"] not C. 
 
Ill, 3.] THE SHOElSrAKERS HOLIDAY. 33 
 
 Rose. I meane to Hue a maide. 
 
 Hammon. But not to die one ; pawse, ere that be said. \_Aside. 
 
 L. Maior. Wil you stil crosse me, still be obstinate? 
 
 Hammon. Nay, chide her not, my Lord, for doing well ; 
 If she can Hue an happie virgins life, 
 'Tis farre more blessed then to be a wife. 35 
 
 Rose. Say, sir, I cannot: I haue made a vow, 
 Who euer be ray husband, tis not you. 
 
 L. Maior. Your tongue is quicke ; but M. Hamond , know, 
 I bade you welcome to another end. 
 
 Ha7nmon. What, would you haue me pule and pine and pray, 40 
 With 'louely ladie', 'mistris of my heart', 
 'Pardon your seruant', and the rimer play, 
 RayHng on Cupid and his tyrants - dart ; 
 Or shal I undertake some martial I spoile, 
 
 Wearing your gloue at turney and at tilt, 45 
 
 And tel how many gallants I unhorst — 
 Sweete, wil this pleasure you? 
 
 Rose. Yea, when wilt begin? 
 
 What, louerimes, man? Fie on that deadly sinne! 
 
 L. Maior. If you wil haue her. He make her agree. 
 
 Hammon. Enforced loue is worse than hate to me. 50 
 
 (Aside^ There is a wench keepes shop in the Old -Change, 
 To her wil I; it is not wealth I seeke, 
 I haue enough, and wil preferre her loue 
 Belpre the world. — {Loud.) My good Lord Maior, adew. 
 pidj loue for me, I haue no lucke with new. [Exil. 55 
 
 L. Maior. Now, mammet, you haue wel behau'd your selfe, 
 But you shal curse your coynes, if I Hue. — 
 Whose within there? See you conuay your mistris 
 Straight to th'Old-Forde! He keepe you straight enough. 
 Fore God, I would haue swome the puling girle 60 
 
 Would willingly accepted Hammons loue; 
 
 47. pleasure] please Fr. , but read '^m for begin, cp. Abbott, s. 460; 
 Yea] Yes BDE. — 51, 54. Stage -dir. added by Fr. — 58. Who's DE. — 
 61. accept DE; Fr. (p. 63) proposes accept of, but cp. Shak. Coriolanus IV. 
 6. 35 : We would by this, to all our lamentation. If he had gone forth con- 
 sul, found it so, and Edw. III., IV. 5. loi seqq. : The royal king.. Would not 
 alone safe -conduct give to them. But with all bounty feasted them and theirs. 
 
34 THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. [Ill, 3. 
 
 But banish him, my thoughts! — Go, minion, in! {Exit Rose. 
 
 Now tel me, master Scot, would you haue thought 
 
 That master Simon Eyre, the shoomaker, 
 65 Had beene of wealth to buy such marchandize? 
 
 Scot. Twas wel, my Lord, your honour and my selfe 
 
 Grew partners with him; for your bils of lading 
 
 Shew that Eyres gains in one commoditie 
 
 Rise at the least to ful three thousand pound 
 70 Besides like gaine in other marchandize. 
 
 L. Maior. Wel, he shal spend some of his thousands now, 
 
 For I haue sent for him to the Guild Hall. 
 
 Ejiter Eyre. 
 See, where he comes. — Good morrow, master Eyre, 
 Eyre. Poore Simon Eyre, my Lord, your shoomaker. 
 75 L. Maior. Wel, wel, it likes your selfe to terme you so. 
 
 Enter Dodger. 
 Now, M. Dodger, whats the news with you? 
 
 Dodger. Ide gladly speake in priuate to your honour. 
 L. Maior. You shal, you shal. — Master Eyre and M. Scot, 
 1 haue some businesse with this gentleman; 
 80 I pray, let me intreate you to walke before 
 To the Guild Hal; He follow presently. 
 Master Eyre, I hope ere noone to call you Shiriffe. 
 
 Eyre. I would not care, my Lord, if you might cal me 
 
 king of Spaine. — Come, master Scot. [Exeunt Eyre and Scot. 
 
 85 L. Maior. Now, Maister Dodger, whats the newes you bring? 
 
 Dodger. The Earle of Lincolne by me greets your Lordship, 
 
 And earnestly requests you, if you can, 
 
 Informe him, where his nephew Lacie keepes. 
 
 L. Maior. Is not his nephew Lacie now in France? 
 go Dodger. No, I assure your Lordship, but disguisde 
 Lurkes here in London. 
 
 63. maister C. — 64. maister C; Eyer E. — 65. merchandize CDE. 
 — 70. merchandize DE. — 73, 78 maister C. — 75. Enter Dodger. 
 Put after 1. 76 in AB. — 77. honor C. — 82, 84, 95. maister C. — 
 82. Sheriffe C, Sherife DE. — 84. Stage - dir. added by Fr. 
 
Ill, 4.] THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. 35 
 
 L. JSlaior. London? ist euen so? 
 
 It may be; but vpon my faith and soule, 
 
 I know not where he Hues, or whether he Hues: 
 
 So tel my Lord of Lincohie. — Lurch in London? 
 
 Well, master Dodger, you perhaps may start him ; 95 
 
 Be but the meanes to rid him into France, 
 
 lie giue you a dozen angels for your paines: 
 
 So much I loue his honour, hate his Nephew, 
 
 And, prethee, so informe thy lord from me. 
 
 Dodger. I take my leaue. \Exit Dodger. 100 
 
 L. Maior. Farewell, good master Dodger. 
 
 Lacie in London? I dare pawne my life, 
 
 My daughter knowes thereof, and for that cause 
 
 Denide yong M. Hammon in his loue. 
 
 Wei, I am glad, 1 sent her to Old-Forde. 
 
 Gods Lord, tis late; to Guild Hall I must hie; 105 
 
 I know my brethren stay my companie. {Exit. 
 
 SCENE IV. 
 Enter Firke, Eyres Wife, Hans, and Roger. 
 
 Wife. Thou goest too fast for me, Roger. O, Firke! 
 
 Firke. I, forsooth. 
 
 Wife. I pray thee , runne — doe you heare ? — runne to 
 Guild Hall, and learne if my husband, master Eyre, wil take 
 that worshipfull vocation of M. Shiriflfe vpon him. Hie thee, 5 
 good Firke. 
 
 Firke. Take it? Well, I goe ; and he should not take it, 
 Firke sweares to forsweare him. Yes, forsooth, I goe to Guild Hall. 
 
 Wife. Nay, when? thou art too compendious and tedious. 
 
 Firke. O rare, your excellence is full of eloquence; how lO 
 like a new cart-wheele my dame speakes, and she lookes like 
 an old musty ale -bottle going to scalding. 
 
 94. Lurk CDE. — 100. M. Dodger CDE. — lOl. Lacie\ Lacies C, 
 Lacfs DE. — 103. Denied D ; Maister C, Master DE. — 106. stay\ lack CDE. 
 
 Scene IV. \_Scene 10. London. A room in Eyre's house.'] Fr. — 
 Stage -dir. and om. DE. — \. O, Firke wanting in AB. — i[. M. Eyre CDE, 
 — 5. Sheriffe C, Sherife D, Sheriff E. — 9. th'art CD E ; too] two D, /o E ; 
 tedions C. 
 
36 THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. [Ill, 4. 
 
 Wtye. Nay, when ? thou wilt make me melancholy. 
 Firke. God forbid, your worship should fall into that 
 15 humour; — I runne. \Exit. 
 
 Wife. Let me see now, Roger and Hans. 
 Hodge. I, forsooth, dame — mistris I should say, but 
 the old terme so stickes to the roofe of my mouth, I can 
 hardly lick it off". 
 20 Wife. Euen what thou wilt, good Roger; dame is a faire 
 
 name for any honest christian ; but let that passe. How dost 
 thou, Hans? 
 
 Hans. Mee tanck you, vro. 
 
 Wife. Wei, Hans and Roger, you see, God hath blest your 
 
 25 master, and, perdie, if euer he comes to be M. Shiriife of 
 
 London — as we are al mortal — you shal see, I wil haue 
 
 some odde thing or other in a corner for you: I wil not 
 
 be your backe - friend ; but let that passe. Hans, pray thee, 
 
 Hans. Yaw, ic sal, vro. [tie my shooe, 
 
 30 Wife. Roger, thou knowst the length of my foote; as it 
 
 is none of the biggest, so I thanke God, it is handsome 
 
 enough; prethee, let me haue a paire of shooes made, corke, 
 
 good Roger, woodden heele, too. 
 
 Hodge. You shall. 
 
 35 Wife. Art thou acquainted with neuer a fardingale- maker, 
 
 nor a French - hoode - maker ? I must enlarge my bumme, 
 
 ha, ha! How shall I looke in a hoode, I wonder! Perdy, 
 
 odly, I thinke. 
 
 Roger. As a catte out of a pillorie: verie wel, I warrant 
 40 you, mistresse. 
 
 Wife. Indeede, all flesh is grasse; and, Roger, canst thou 
 tel where I may buye a good haire? 
 
 Roger. Yes, forsooth, at the poulterers in Gracious -street. 
 Wife. Thou art an vngratious wag; perdy, I meane a 
 45 false haire for my periwig. 
 
 17. Hodgel H. (i. e. Hodge) A, R. (i. e. Roger) B, Ro. CDE. — 21. any\ 
 my DE. — 23. Me CDE. — 25. come CDE; maister Sheriff e C, M. Sherife 
 DE. — 29. ic\ il DE. — 35. Art] Atr E; thou not acq. DE. — 36. bum E. 
 — 37. ha, ha, ha CDE. — 45. perewtg CDE. 
 
Ill, 4.] THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. 37 
 
 Roger. Why, raistris, the next time I cut my beard, you 
 shall haue the shauings of it; but they are all true haires. 
 
 Wife. It is verie hot, 1 must get me a fan or else a maske. 
 
 Roger. So you had neede, to hide your wicked face. 
 
 Wife. Fie vpon it, how costly this world's calling is; perdy, 50 
 but that it is one of the wonderfull works of God , I would 
 not deale with it. Is not Firke come yet? Hans, bee not so 
 sad, let it passe and vanish, as my husbands worshippe sales. 
 
 Hans. Ick bin vrolicke, lot see yow soo. 
 
 Roger. Mistris, wil you drinke a pipe of tobacco? 55 
 
 Wife. Oh, fie uppon it, Roger, perdy ! These filthie tobacco 
 -pipes are the most idle slauering babies that euer I felt. Out 
 uppon it! God blesse vs, men looke not like men that vse them. 
 
 Enler Rafe, being lame. 
 
 Roger. What, fellow Rafe? Mistres, looke here, lanes 
 husband! W'hy, how now, lame? Hans, make much of him, 60 
 hees a brother of our trade, a good workeman, and a tall 
 
 Hans. You be welcome, broder. [souldier. 
 
 Wife. Pardie, I knew him not. How dost thou, good Rafe? 
 I am glad to see thee wel. 
 
 Rafe. I would to God, you saw me, dame, as wel 65 
 
 As when I went from London into France. 
 
 Wife. Trust mee, I am sorie, Rafe, to see thee impotent. 
 Lord, how the warres haue made him sunburnt ! The left leg 
 is not wel; twas a faire gift of God, the infirmitie tooke not 
 hold a litle higher, considering thou camest from France; but 70 
 let that passe. 
 
 Rafe. I am glad to see you wel, and I reioyce 
 To heare that God hath blest my master so 
 Since my departure. 
 
 Wife. Yea, truly, Rafe, I thanke my maker; but let that passe. 75 
 
 Roger. And, sirra Rafe, what newes, what newes in France ? 
 
 Rafe. Tel me, good Roger, first, what newes in England? 
 How does my lane? When didst thou see my wife? 
 
 46. time that I CDE. — 47. they"] mine CDE. — 54. you C. — 60. now 
 om. A. — 65. to wanting in Qq. — 68. The'] Thy DE. — 69. a] the DE; 
 guift C. — 73. maister C, 
 
38 THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. [Ill, 4. 
 
 Where Hues my poore heart? Sheel be poore indeed, 
 80 Now I want h'mbs to get whereon to feed. 
 
 Roger. Limbs? Hast thou not hands, man? Thou shalt 
 neuer see a shoomaker want bread, though he haue but three 
 fingers on a hand. 
 
 Rafe. Yet all this while I heare not of my lane. 
 85 Wife. O Rafe, your wife, — perdie, we knowe not whats 
 
 become of her. She was here a while , and because she 
 was married, grewe more stately then became her; I checkt 
 her, and so forth; away she flung, neuer returned, nor saide 
 bih nor bah; and, Rafe, you knowe, 'ka me, ka thee'. And 
 90 so, as I tell ye — Roger, is not Firke come yet? 
 Roger. No, forsooth. 
 
 Wife. And so, indeede, we heard not of her, but I heare 
 she Hues in London; but let that passe. If she had wanted, 
 shee might haue opened her case to me or my husband, or 
 95 to any of my men ; I am sure, theres not any of them, perdie, 
 but would haue done her good to his power. Hans , looke, 
 if Firke be come. 
 
 Hans. Yaw, ik sal, vro. [Exit Hans. 
 
 Wife. And so, as I saide — but, Rafe, why dost thou 
 
 100 weepe? Thou knowest that naked wee came out of our 
 
 mothers wombe, and naked we must returne; and, therefore, 
 
 thanke God for al things. 
 
 Roger. No, faith, lane is a straunger heere; but, Rafe, 
 
 pull vp a good heart, I knowe thou hast one. Thy wife, 
 
 105 man, is in London; one tolde mee, hee sawe her a while 
 
 agoe verie braue and neate ; weele ferret her out, and London 
 
 holde her. 
 
 Wife. Alas, poore soule, hees ouercome with sorrowe; he 
 does but as I doe, weepe for the losse of any good thing. 
 no But, Rafe, get thee in, call for some meate and drinke, thou 
 shalt find me worshipful towards thee. 
 
 Rafe. I thanke you , dame ; since I want lims and lands. 
 He trust to God, my good friends, and my hands. [Exit. 
 
 95. there is CDE. — 98. ik'] it A. — 106. an LondonJyK. — 112. limbs 
 DE. — 113. lie to God, my good friends, and to these my hands AB, 
 ril trust to God, my good friends, and to my hands CDE; and my 
 hands Fr, 
 
Ill, 4.] THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. 39 
 
 Enter Hans and Firke, running. 
 
 Firke. Runne, good Hans ! O Hodge, O mistres ! Hodge, 
 heaue vp thine eares ; mistresse , smugge vjp your lookes ; on 115 
 with your best apparell; my maister is chosen, my master is 
 called, nay, condemn'd by the crie of the countrie to be 
 Shiriffe of the Citie for this famous yeare nowe to come. 
 And time now being, a great many men in blacke gownes 
 were askt for their voyces and their hands, and my master had 120 
 al their fists about his eares presently, and they cried 'I, I, 
 I, I,' — and so I came away — • 
 
 Wherefore without all other grieue, 
 I doe salute you mistresse shrieue. 
 
 Hans. Yaw, my mester is de groot man, de shrieue. 125 
 
 Roger. Did not I tell you, mistris? Nowe I may boldly 
 say: Good morrow to your worship. 
 
 Wife. Good morrow, good Roger. I thanke you, my good 
 people all. — Firke, hold vp thy hand: heer's a three -peny 
 -peece for thy tidings. 130 
 
 Firke. Tis but three -halfe- pence, I thinke. Yes, tis three 
 -pence, I smel the Rose. 
 
 Roger. But, mistresse, be rulde by me, and doe not speake 
 so pulingly. 
 
 Firke. Tis her worship speakes so, and not she. No, faith, 135 
 mistresse, speake mee in the olde key: 'too it, Firke', 'there, 
 good Firke', ' plie your businesse, Hodge', ' Hodge, with a full 
 mouth', 'He fill your bellies with good cheere, til they crie twang.' 
 
 Enter Simon Eyre, ivearing a gold chaine. 
 Hans. See, myn lieuer broder, heer compt my meester. 
 Wife. Welcome home, maister shrieue; I pray God con- 140 
 tinue you in health and wealth. 
 
 Eyre. See here, my Maggy, a chaine, a gold chaine for 
 Simon Eyre. I shal make thee a Lady ; heer's a French hood for 
 thee; on with it, on with it! dresse thy browes with this flap 
 of a shoulder of mutton, to make thee looke louely. Where 145 
 be my fine men? Roger, He make ouer my shop and tooles 
 
 116. maister C. — 1 18. Sheriff e C, Sherife DE. — 120. maister C. 
 — 123, 124. First piinted as verse by Fr. — 125. meester CDE; goot CDE- 
 ^- 129. threepence C. — 139. myrC^ mine CDE; heere C, here DE. 
 
40 THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. [Ill, 5. 
 
 to thee; Firke, thou shalt be the foreman; Hans, thou shalt 
 
 haue an hundred for twentie. Bee as mad knaues as your 
 
 maister Sim Eyre hath bin, and you shall Hue to be Sheriues 
 
 150 of London. — How dost thou like me, Margerie? Prince am 
 
 I none, yet am I princely borne. Firke, Hodge, and Hans! 
 
 All 3. I forsooth, what saies your worship, master Sherife? 
 
 Eyre. Worship and honour, you Babilonian knaues, for 
 
 the Gentle Craft. But I forgot my selfe, I am bidden by my 
 
 155 Lord Maior to dinner to Old -Ford; hees gone before, I must 
 
 after. Come, Madge, on with your trinkets! Nowe, my true 
 
 Troians, my fine Firke, my dapper Hodge, my honest Hans, 
 
 some deuice, some odde crochets, some morris, or such like, 
 
 for the honour of the gentlemen shooemakers. Meete me at 
 
 160 Old -Ford, you know my minde. Come, Madge, away. Shutte 
 
 vp the shop, knaues, and make holiday. \Exeunt. 
 
 Firke. O rare! o braue! Come, Hodge; follow me, Hans; 
 
 Weele be with them for a morris -daunce. [Exeunt. 
 
 SCENE V. 
 Enter Lord Maior, Eyre, his Wife /;/ a French hood, Sibill, 
 and other seruants. 
 L. Maior. Trust mee, you are as welcome to Old -Ford 
 As I my selfe. 
 
 Wife. Truely, I thanke your Lordship. 
 
 L. Maior. Would our bad cheere were worth the thanks 
 
 [you giue. 
 5 Eyre. Good cheere, my Lord Maior, fine cheere! A fine 
 house, fine walles, all fine and neat. 
 
 L. Maior. Now, by my troth. He tel thee, maister Eyre, 
 It does me good and al my brethren, 
 That such a madcap fellow as thy selfe 
 10 Is entred into our societie. 
 
 149. master Simon Eyr E; Sheriffes C, Sherifes DE. — 152. master] 
 mistris ABCD; Sheriff. — 153. honor C; ye CDE. — 154. by] to DE. 
 — 157. dapar E. — 159. honor C; gentleman] gentle AB, gentleman C; 
 Shoemakers C, Shoemakers DE. 
 
 Scene V. \_Scene 11. Oldford. A room.] Fr. — Stage -dir. Wife, 
 Sibill in a French hood AB. — 2. / om. CDE. — 8. brethren used as a 
 trisyllable; brethren too, Fr, 
 
Ill, 5.] THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. 4 1 
 
 Wi/e. I, but, my Lord, hee must learne nowe to putte on 
 grauitie. 
 
 jEyri\ Peace, Maggy, a fig for grauitie! When I go to 
 Guild Hal in my scarlet gowne , He look as demurely as a 
 saint, and speake as grauely as a lustice of peace; but now I 15 
 am here at Old-Foord, at my good Lord Maiors house, let 
 it go by, vanish, Maggy, He be merrie; away with flip-flap, 
 these fooleries, these guUeries. What, hiinnie? Prince am I 
 inone, yet am I princely borne. What sayes my Lord 
 Maior? 20 
 
 L. Maior. Ha, ha, ha! I had rather then a thousand pound, 
 I had an heart but halfe so light as yours. 
 
 Eyre. Why, what should I do, my Lord? A pound of care 
 paies not a dram of debt. Hum, lets be merry, whiles we 
 are yong; old age, sacke and sugar will steale vpon vs, ere 25 
 we be aware. 
 
 L. Maior. Its wel done; mistris Eyre, pray, giue good counsell 
 To my daughter. 
 
 Wife. I hope, mistris Rose wil haue the grace to take 
 nothing thats bad. 30 
 
 L. Maior. Pray God, she do; for ifaith, mistris Eyre, 
 I would bestow vpon that peeuish girle 
 A thousand marks more then I meane to giue her, 
 Upon condition sheed be rulde by me; 
 
 The Ape still crosseth me. There came of late 35 
 
 A proper gentleman of fair reuenewes, 
 Whom gladly I would call sonne in law: 
 But my fine cockney would haue none of him. 
 You'le proue a cockscombe for it, ere you die: 
 A courtier, or no man must please your eie. 40 
 
 Eyre. Be rulde, sweete Rose : th'art ripe for a man. Marrie 
 not with a boy that has no more haire on his face then thou 
 hast on thy cheekes. A courtier, wash, go by, stand not uppon 
 pisherie - pasherie : those silken fellowes are but painted images, 
 
 18. those f. E. — 19. am princely CDE. — 21, 22. Printed as prose 
 in CDE ; ha, ha, ha stands for two syllables, and / had is to be contracted 
 {Pd). — 22. but halfe om. in E. — 23. -while CDE. — 27, 28. Printed as 
 pross in Qq. — 34. she be CDE. — 37. glady C ; read : gladl/lly ; my son 
 Fr. conj, — 38. cocknew E. — 44. pointed B. 
 
42 THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. [Ill, 5, 
 
 45 outsides, outsides, Rose; their inner linings are torne. No, 
 my fine mouse, marry me with a Gentleman Grocer hke my 
 Lord Maior, your father; a grocer is a sweete trade: plums, 
 plums. Had I a sonne or daughter should raarrie out of the 
 generation and bloud of the shoemakers, he should packe; 
 
 50 what, the Gentle Trade is a liuing for a man through Europe, 
 through the world. 
 
 A noyse zviihin of a Taber and a Pipe. 
 L. Maior. What noyse is this? 
 
 Eyre. O my Lord Maior, a crue of good fellowes that for 
 loue to your honour are come hither with a morris - dance. 
 55 Come in, my Mesopotamians, cheerely! 
 
 Enter Hodge, Hans, Raph, Firke, and other Shooemakers, in a 
 morris; after a little dauncing the Lord Maior speakes: 
 L. Maior. Maister Eyre, are al these shoemakers? 
 Eyre. Al cordwainers, my good Lord Maior. 
 Rose. [Aside.) How like my Lacie lookes yond shooemaker! 
 Haiince. {Aside^ O that I durst but speaks unto my loue! 
 60 L. Maior. Sibil, go fetch some wine to make these drinke. 
 You are al welcome. 
 
 All. We thanke your Lordship. 
 
 Rose takes a cup of ivine and goes to Haunce. 
 Rose. For his sake whose faire shape thou representst, 
 Good friend, I drinke to thee. 
 65 Hans. Ic bedancke, good frister. 
 
 Eyres Wife. I see, mistris Rose, you do not want iudgement; 
 you haue drunke to the properest man I keepe. 
 
 Firke. Here bee some haue done their parts to be as 
 proper as he. 
 70 L. Maior. Wei, urgent busines cals me backe to London: 
 Good fellowes, first go in and taste our cheare; 
 And to make merrie as you homeward go. 
 Spend these two angels in beere at Stratford -Boe. 
 
 Eyre. To these two, my madde lads, Sim Eyre ads an- 
 
 51. thorow DE. — Stage -dir. and Pipe. E. — 53. followes C. — 
 54. honor C. — 58, 59. (Aside.) added by Fr. — 61. Stage -dir. the cup E. 
 — 65. trister DE. — 73. angels used as a monosyllable ; Bo. E. — 74. Simon 
 CDE; adds CDE, 
 
IV, I.] THE STTOEMAKERS TIOT.IDAY. 43 
 
 other; then chcerely, Firke; tickle it, Ilauncc, and al for the 75 
 honour of shoemakers. [A// goe dauncing out. 
 
 L. Maior. Come, raaister Kyrc, lets haue your companie. 
 
 Rose. Sibil, what shal 1 do? \Exciint. 
 
 Sibil. Why, whats the matter? 
 
 Rose. That Haunce the shoemaker is my loue Lacie, 80 
 
 Disguisde in that attire to find me out. 
 How should I find the meanes to speake with him? 
 
 Sibil. What, mistris, neuer feare; I dare venter my maiden- 
 head to nothing, and thats great oddes, that Haunce the 
 Dutchman, when we come to London, shal not onely see and 85 
 speake with you , but in spight of al your fathers poUicies 
 steale you away and marrie you. Will not this please you? 
 
 Rose. Do this, and euer be assured of my loue. 
 
 Sibil. Away, then, and follow your father to London, lest 
 your absence cause him to suspect something: 90 
 
 To-morrow, if my counsel be obayde, 
 lie binde you prentise to the gentle trade. [Exeunt. 
 
 ACT IV. 
 
 SCENE L 
 
 Enter Iane in a Semsters shop, working; and Hammon, muffled, 
 
 at another doore ; he stands aloof e. 
 
 Hammon. Yonders the shop, and there my faire loue sits. 
 Shees faire and louely, but she is not mine. 
 O, would she were! Thrise haue I courted her, 
 Thrise hath my hand beene moistned with her hand, 
 Whilst my poore famisht eies do feed on that 5 
 
 Which made them famish. 1 am infortunate: 
 I stil loue one, yet nobody loues me. 
 I muse, in other men what women see. 
 That I so want! Fine mistris Rose was coy, 
 And this too curious! Oh, no, she is chaste, 10 
 
 77. let haue you companie C. — 79. what'e matter E. — 83. venture 
 E. — 86. polices DE. — 89. least C. — 91. obaide C. — 92. \^Exeunt.'\ 
 added by Fr. 
 
 Act IV. Scene I. \^Scene 12. London, A street"] Fr, 
 
44 THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. [IV, I. 
 
 And for she thinkes me wanton, she denies 
 To cheare my cold heart with her sunnie eies. 
 How prettily she workes, oh prettie hand! 
 Oh happie worke! It doth me good to stand 
 15 Unseene to see her. Thus I oft haue stood 
 In frostie euenings, a light burning by her, 
 Enduring biting cold, only to eie her. 
 One onely look hath seem'd as rich to me 
 As a kings crowne; such is loues lunacie. 
 20 Muffeled He passe along, and by that trie 
 Whether she know me. 
 
 lane. Sir, what ist you buy? 
 
 What ist you lacke, sir, callico, or lawne. 
 Fine cambricke shirts, or bands, what will you buy? 
 
 Hammofi. [Aside.) That which thou wilt not sell. Faith, yet 
 25 How do you sell this handkercher? [He trie: 
 
 Jane. Good cheape. 
 
 Hammon. And how these ruffes? 
 
 lane. Cheape too. 
 
 Hammon. And how this band? 
 
 lane. Cheape too. 
 
 Hammon. All cheape; how sell you then this hand? 
 
 lane. My handes are not to be solde. 
 
 Hammo7i. To be giuen then! 
 
 Nay, faith, 1 come to buy. 
 
 lane. But none knowes when. 
 
 30 Hammon. Good sweete, leaue worke a little while ; lets play. 
 
 lafie. I cannot Hue by keeping holliday. 
 
 Hammon. He pay you for the time which shall be lost. 
 
 lane. With me you shall not be at so much cost. 
 
 Hammon. Look, how you wound this cloth, so you wound me. 
 35 lane. It may be so. 
 
 Hammott. Tis so. 
 
 lane. What remedie? 
 
 Hammon. Nay, faith, you are too coy. 
 
 lane. Let goe my hand. 
 
 12. cold"] could E. — 19. lover's C. — 24 [Aside.) added by Fr. — 28, 
 28. To be . . . buy. One line in Qq. , divided by Fr.; to be used as a mono- 
 syllable (twice). 
 
IV, I.] THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. 45 
 
 Hammon. I will do any task at your command, 
 I would let goe this beautie, were I not 
 In mind to disobey you by a power 
 That controlles kings: I loue you! 40 
 
 lane. So, now part. 
 
 Hammon. With hands I may, but neuer with my heart. 
 In faith, I loue you. 
 
 lane. I beleeue, you doe. 
 
 Hammon. Shall a true loue in me breede hate in you? 
 
 lane. I hate you not. 
 
 Hammon. Then you must loue? 
 
 Ia7ie. I doe. 
 
 What are you better now? I loue not you. 45 
 
 Hamrtwn. All this, I hope, is but a womans fray 
 That means: come to me, when she cries: away! 
 In earnest, mistris, I do not iest, 
 A true chaste loue hath entred in my brest. 
 
 I loue you dearely, as I loue my life, 50 
 
 I loue you as a husband loues a wife; 
 That, and no other loue, my loue requires. 
 Thy wealth, I know, is little; my desires 
 Thirst not for gold. Sweete, beautous lane, whats mine 
 Shall, if thou make my selfe thine, all be thine. 55 
 
 Say, iudge, what is thy sentence, life or death? 
 Mercie or crueltie lies in thy breath. 
 
 lane. Good Sir, I do beleeue you loue me well; 
 For tis a seely conquest, seely pride 
 
 For one like you — I meane a gentleman — 60 
 
 To boast that by his loue -tricks he hath brought 
 Such and such women to his amorous lure; 
 I thinke you do not so, yet many doe. 
 And make it euen a very trade to wooe. 
 
 I could be coy, as many women be, 65 
 
 Feede you with sunne- shine smiles and wanton lookes, 
 
 ^\. handK. — 44. / doe . . . you. One line in Qq. , divided by Fr. 
 — 48. mistris to be pronounced as a trisyllable ; for I Fr. — 50. loues 
 E; as I do my CDE. 
 
46 THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. [IV, I. 
 
 But 1 detest witchcraft; say that I 
 
 Doe constantly beleeue, you constant haue — 
 
 Ha?nmon. Why dost thou not beleeue me? 
 
 lane. I beleeue you; 
 
 70 But yet, good Sir, because 1 will not grieue you 
 With hopes to taste fruite which will neuer fall, 
 In simple truth this is the sumrae of all: 
 My husband Hues, at least, I hope he Hues. 
 Brest was he to these bitter warres in France ; 
 75 Bitter they are to me by wanting him. 
 
 I haue but one heart, and that hearts his due. 
 How can I then bestow the same on you? 
 Whilst he Hues, his I Hue, be it nere so poore. 
 And rather be his wife then a kings whore. 
 80 Hamvion. Chaste and deare woman, I will not abuse thee, 
 Although it cost my life, if thou refuse me. 
 Thy husband, prest for France, what was his name ? 
 
 lane. Rafe Damport. 
 
 Hammon. Damport? — Heres a letter sent 
 
 From France to me, from a deare friend of mine, 
 85 A gentleman of place; here he doth write 
 
 Their names that haue bin slaine in euery fight. 
 
 lane. I hope deaths scroll containes not my loues name. 
 
 Ha?)imo?t. Cannot you reade? 
 
 lane. I can. 
 
 Hammon. Peruse the same. 
 
 To my remembrance such a name I read 
 90 Amongst the rest. See here. 
 
 lane. Aye me, hees dead ! 
 
 Hees dead! if this be true, my deare hearts slaine. 
 
 Hammon. Haue patience, deare loue. 
 
 lane. Hence, hence! 
 
 Hammon. Nay, sweete lane, 
 
 Make not poore sorrow prowd with these rich teares. 
 I mourne thy husbands death, because thou mournst. 
 
 67. and say Fr. ; say, however, imperative == suppose. — 68. beleeue 
 you, constant Qq. — 71. hope E. — 81. me om. DE. — 88. Can you read 
 CDE. — 93, no poor E. 
 
IV, I.] THE SHOEMAKERS HOUDAY. 47 
 
 latie. That hil is forgde; 'tis signde by forgerie. 95 
 
 Hammon. lie bring thee letters sent besides to many, 
 Carrying the like report: lane, tis too true. 
 Come, weepe not: mourning, though it rise from loue, 
 Helpes not the mourned, yet hurtes them that mourne. 
 
 lane. For Gods sake, leaue me. 100 
 
 Hammon. Wither dost thou turne? 
 
 Forget the deade , loue them that are aliue ; 
 His loue is faded, trie how mine wil thriue. 
 
 lane. Tis now no time for me to thinke on loue. 
 
 Hammon. Tis now best time for you to thinke on loue. 
 Because your loue Hues not. 105 
 
 lane. Thogh he be dead, 
 
 My loue to him shal not be buried. 
 For Gods sake, leaue me to my selfe alone; 
 
 Hammon. Twould kil my soule, to leaue thee drownd in mone. 
 Answere me to my sute, and I am gone; 
 Say to me yea or no. iio 
 
 lane. No. 
 
 Hammon. Then farewell. 
 
 One farewel wil not serue, I come again ; 
 Come, drie these wet cheekes; tel me, faith, sweete lane, 
 Yea or no, once more. 
 
 Ja?ie. Once more I say: no; 
 
 Once more be gone, I pray; else wil I go. 
 
 Hammon. Nay, then I wil grow rude, by this white hand, 1 1 5 
 Until you change that colde no; here He stand 
 Til by your hard heart — 
 
 lane. Nay, for Gods loue, peace! 
 
 My sorrowes by your presence more increase. 
 Not that you thus are present, but al griefe 
 
 Desires to be alone ; therefore in briefe 1 20 
 
 Thus much I say, and saying bid adew: 
 If euer I wed man, it shall be you. 
 
 96. too D. — 100. Whether BC. — loi. deede A, dead BCDE. — 
 104, 105. One line in Qq. ; divided by Fr. — ro8. thee'\the^. — llS.jowr] 
 you CDE. 
 
48 THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. [IV, 2. 
 
 Hammon. O blessed voyce! Deare lane, He urge no more, 
 Thy breath hath made me rich. 
 
 lane. Death makes me poor. [Exeunt. 
 
 SCENE II. 
 
 Enter Hodge, at his shop- boor d. Rape, Firk, Hans, a7id a boy 
 at work. 
 
 All. Hey, downe a downe, downe derie. 
 
 Hodge. Well said, my hearts; plie your worke to-day, we 
 loytred yesterday; to it pell-mel, that we may Hue to be Lord 
 Maiors, or Aldermen at least. 
 5 Firke. Hey, downe a downe, derie. 
 
 Hodge. Well said, yfaith! How sayst thou, Hauns, doth 
 not Firk tickle it? 
 
 Hauns. Yaw, mester. 
 
 Firke. Not so neither, my organe-pipe squeaks this morning 
 lO for want of licoring. Hey, downe a downe, derie! 
 
 Hans. Forward, Firk, tow best un iolly yongster. Hort, I, 
 mester, ic bid yo, cut me vn pair vampres vor mester leffres 
 bootes. 
 
 Hodge. Thou shalt, Hauns. 
 1 5 Firke. Master ! 
 
 Hodge. How now, boy? 
 
 Firke. Pray, now you are in the cutting vaine, cut mee 
 out a paire of counterfeits, or else my worke will not passe 
 currant; hey, downe a downe! 
 20 Hodge. Tell me, sirs, are my coosin Mrs. Priscillaes shooes 
 done? 
 
 Firke. Your coosin? No, maister; one of your auntes, hang 
 her; let them alone. 
 
 124. \Exit?^ C. 
 
 Scene II. \Scene 13. London. A street before Hodge's shop.'] Fr. — ■ 
 I. Hey down, a down, dery BCDE. — 8. meester DE. — II. youngster C. 
 — 12. vUpres AB, vanpres CDE ; effres C, Effres DE. — 15. Maister C. — 
 19. down a down dery DE. — 20. Mrs.'] M. Qq. ; Priscialles B. ; Priscicalles 
 C, Priscillas D, Pricillas E. 
 
IV, 2.] THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. 49 
 
 Rafe. I am in hand with them ; she gaue charge that none 
 but I should doe them for her. 25 
 
 Firke. lliou do for her? then twill be a lame doing, and 
 that she loues not. Rafe, thou mightst haue sent her to me, 
 in faith, I would haue yearkt and firkt your Priscilla. Hey, 
 downe a downe, derry. This geere will not holde. 
 
 Hodge. How saist thou, Firke, were we not merry at Old- 30 
 Ford? 
 
 Firke. How, merry? why, our buttockes went jiggy-ioggy 
 like a quagmyre. Wei, Sir Roger Oatemeale, if I thought all 
 meale of that nature, I would eate nothing but bagpuddings. 
 
 Rafe. Of all good fortunes ray fellow Hance had the best. 35 
 
 Firke. Tis true, because mistris Rose dranke to him. 
 
 Hodge. Wei, wel, worke apace. They say, seuen of the 
 Aldermen be dead, or very sicke. 
 
 Firke. I care not, He be none. 
 
 Rafe. No, nor I ; but then my M. Eyre wil come quickly 40 
 to be L. Mayor. 
 
 Enter Sibil. 
 
 Firke. Whoop, yonder comes Sibil. 
 
 Hodge. Sibil, welcome, y faith ; and how dost thou, madde 
 wench ? 
 
 Firke. Sib-whoore, welcome to London. 45 
 
 Sibil. Godamercy, sweete Firke; good Lord, Hodge, what 
 a delitious shop you haue got! You tickle it, yfaith. 
 
 Rafe. Godamercy, Sibil, for our good cheere at Old-Ford. 
 
 Sibil. That you shal haue, Rafe. 
 
 Firke. Nay, by the masse, we hadde tickling cheere, Sibil; 50 
 and how the plague dost thou and mistris Rose and my Lord 
 Mayor? 1 put the women in first. 
 
 Sihil. Wel, Godamercy; but Gods me, I forget my self, 
 wheres Haunce the Fleming? 
 
 Firke. Hearke, butter -boxe, nowe you must yelp out some 55 
 spreken. 
 
 Hans. Wat begaie you? Vat vod you, Frister? 
 
 26. be but a DE — 28. Precilla CDE. — 34. meale\ meate C, meat 
 DE. — 52. woman C. — 54. Flemming DE. — 57. Wat'] Vat C; begaie 
 gon vat vod gon Qq. ; vod] bod DE. 
 
50 THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. [IV, 3. 
 
 Sibil. Marrie, you must come to my yong mistris, to pull 
 on her shooes you made last. 
 60 Hans. Vare ben your egle fro, vare ben your mistris ? 
 
 Sibil. Marrie, here at our London house in Cornehill. 
 Firke. Will nobodie serue her turne but Hans? 
 Sibil. No, sir. Come, Hans, I stand upon needles. 
 Hodge. Why then, Sibil, take heede of pricking. 
 65 Sibil. For that let me alone. I haue a tricke in my budget. 
 
 Come, Hans. 
 
 Hans. Yaw, yaw, ic sail meete yo gane. 
 
 [Exit Hans and Sibil. 
 Hodge. Go , Hans , make haste againe. Come , who lacks 
 worke ? 
 70 Firke. I, maister, for I lacke my breakfast; tis munching 
 -time, and past. 
 
 Hodge. 1st so? why, then leaue worke, Raph. To breakfast! 
 Boy, looke to the tooles. Come, Raph ; come, Firke. \Exeunt. 
 
 Scene III. 
 Enter a Seruing-man. 
 Serv. Let me see now, the signe of the Last in Towerstreet. 
 Mas, yonders the house. What, haw! Whoes within? 
 
 Enter Raph. 
 Raph. Who calles there? What want you, sir? 
 Serv. Marrie, I would haue a paire of shooes made for a 
 5 gentlewoman against to-morrow morning. What, can }ou do 
 them ? 
 
 Raph. Yes, sir, you shall haue them. But what lengths 
 her foote? 
 
 Serv. Why, y.ou must make them in all parts like this shoe; 
 10 but, at any hand, faile not to do them, for the gentlewoman 
 is to be married very early in the morning. 
 
 Raph. How? by this shoe must it be made? by this? Are 
 you sure, sir, by this? 
 
 60. Vare'] Var C, War DE. — 61. Come -wai/e AB, Cornwall C, 
 Cornhill DE ; cp. II. i . 30. 
 
 Scene III. Scene II and III form one scene in Fr.'s edition. - 
 3. Who's DE. — 7. But om. E. 
 
IV, 3-] I'HE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. 5 1 
 
 S^rv. How, by this? Am I sure, by this? Art thou in thy 
 wits ? 1 tell thee , I must haue a paire of shooes , dost thou 1 5 
 marke me? a paire of shooes, two shooes, made by this verie 
 shoe, this same shoe, against to-morrow morning by foure 
 a clock. Dost vnderstand me? Canst thou do't? 
 
 Raph. Yes, sir, yes — I, I, 1 can do't. By this shoe, you 
 say? I should knowe this shoe. Yes, sir, yes, by this shoe, 20 
 I can do't. Foure a clocke, w^ell. Whither shall I bring them? 
 
 Serv. To the signe of the Golden Ball in Watlingstreete ; 
 enquire for one maister Hamon, a gentleman, my maister. 
 
 Raph. Yea, sir; by this shoe, you say? 
 
 Serv. I say, maister Hammon at the Golden Ball ; hee's 25 
 the bridegroome, and those shooes are for his bride. 
 
 Raph. They shal be done by this shoe; wel, well, Maister 
 Hammon at the Golden Shoe — I would sa}-, the Golden 
 Ball ; verie well , verie well. But I pray you, sir, where must 
 maister Hammon be married? 30 
 
 Serv. At Saint Faiths Church, under Paules. But whats that 
 to thee? Prethee, dispatch those shooes, and so farewel. \ExiL 
 
 Raph. By this shoe, said he. How am I araazde 
 At this strange accident! Vpon my life, 
 
 This was the verie shoe I gaue my wife, 35 
 
 When I was prest for France ; since when, alas ! 
 I neuer could heare of her: it is the same. 
 And Hammons bride no other but my lane. 
 
 Enter Firke. 
 
 Firke. Snailes, Raph, thou hast lost thy part of three pots, 
 a countrieman of mine gaue me to breakfast. 40 
 
 Rafe. I care not; I haue found a better thing. 
 
 Firke. A thing? away! Is it a mans thing, or a womans 
 thing? 
 
 Rafe. Firke, dost thou know this shooe? 
 
 Firke. No , by my troth ; neither doth that know me ! I 45 
 haue no acquaintance with it, tis a meere stranger to me. 
 
 14. / am sure DE. — 18. Dost'\ dost thou BCDE; Canst thou\ Canst 
 CDE; do it BCDE. — 21. Whether C. — 27. well, very well CDE. — 
 28. should E. — 33. / am DE. — 37. 'tis the same CDE. — 38. but} than DE. 
 
 4* 
 
52 THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. [IV, 4. 
 
 Rafe. Why, then I do; this shooe, I durst be sworne, 
 
 Once couered the instep of my lane. 
 
 This is her size, her breadth, thus trod my loue; 
 50 These true -loue knots I prickt; I hold my life, 
 
 By this old shooe I shall finde out my wife. 
 
 Firke. Ha, ha ! Old shoo, that wert new ! How a murren 
 
 came this ague-fit of foolishnes vpon thee? 
 
 Rafe. Thus, Firke: euen now here came a seruing-man; 
 55 By this shooe would he haue a new paire made 
 
 Against to-morrow morning for his mistris, 
 
 Thats to be married to a gentleman. 
 
 And why may not this be my sweete lane? 
 
 Firke. And why maist not thou be my sweete asse ? Ha, ha ! 
 60 Rafe. Well, laugh and spare not! But the trueth is this: 
 
 Against to - morrow morning lie prouide 
 
 A lustie crue of honest shoomakers, 
 
 To watch the going of the bride to church. 
 
 If she proue lane, He take her in dispite 
 65 From Hammon and the diuel, were he by. 
 
 If it be not my lane, what remedy? 
 
 Hereof I am sure, I shall Hue till I die. 
 
 Although I neuer with a woman lie. {Exit. 
 
 Firke. Thou lie with a woman to builde nothing but 
 
 70 Cripple - gates ! Well, God sends fooles fortune, and it may 
 
 be, he may light vpon his matrimony by such a deuice; for 
 
 wedding and hanging goes by destiny. \Exit. 
 
 Scene IV. 
 Enter Hans and Rose, arme in arme. 
 Hans. How happie am I by embracing thee! 
 Oh, I did feare such crosse mishaps did raigne. 
 That I should neuer see my Rose againe. 
 
 52. were CDE. — 58. sweete has the quality of a disyllabic here; cp. 
 Haml. I. 3. 8; sweet BCDE; sweetest Fr., but cp. Firke's answer. — 65. Of 
 Hammon CDE. — 67. am I AB. — 68. \Exit:\ om. CDE. — 72. \_Exitr[ 
 om. C, [Exeunt.l DE. 
 
 Scene IV. {Scene 14. Lotidon. A room in Sir Roger's house.'] Fr. 
 — 2 such"} surh E. 
 
IV, 4-] THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. 53 
 
 Rose. Sweet Lacie, since faire Oportunitic 
 Offers her selfe to furder our escape, 5 
 
 Let not too ouer-fond esteeme of me 
 Hinder that happie hower. Inuent the meanes, 
 And Ros:; will follow thee through all the world. 
 
 Han . Oh, how I surfeit with excess of ioy. 
 Made happie by thy rich perfection! 10 
 
 But since thou paist sweete intrest to my hopes. 
 Redoubling loue on loue, let me once more 
 Like to a bold-facde debter craue of thee, 
 This night to steale abroade, and at Eyres house, 
 Who now by death of certaine Aldermen 15 
 
 Is Maior of London, and my master once, 
 Meete thou thy Lacie, where in spite of change. 
 Your fathers anger, and mine vncles hate 
 Our happie nuptialls will we consummate. 
 
 Ettter Sibil. 
 
 Sibil. Oh God, what will you doe, mistris ? Shift for your 20 
 selfe, your father is at hand! Hees coming, hees coming! 
 Master Lacie, hide your selfe in my mistris ! For Gods sake, 
 shift for your selues! 
 
 Hans. Your father come, sweete Rose — what shall I doe? 
 Where shall I hide me? How shall I escape? 25 
 
 Rose. A man, and want wit in extremitie? 
 Come, come, be Hauns still, play the shoomaker. 
 Pull on my shooe. 
 
 Enter Lord Maior. 
 Hans. Mas, and thats well remembred. 
 
 Sibil. Here comes your father. 
 
 Hans. Forware, metresse, tis vn good skow, it sal vel dute, 30 
 or ye sal neit betallen. 
 
 Rose. Oh God, it pincheth me; what wil you do? 
 
 ^.further CDE. — 8. thorow DE. — 9. surfet CD. — ir. interest 
 DE. — 13. debtor CDE. — 16. maister C. — 17. spight BCDE. — l?,. father 
 C. — 19. 7C/i] me AB. — 22. maister C. — 30. sal'\ fall C. — 31. niet 
 CDE; bettallen D, bettalen E. 
 
54 THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. [IV, 5. 
 
 Hans. {Aside.) Your fathers presence pincheth, not the shoo. 
 L. Maior. Well done; fit my daughter well, and shee shall 
 35 please thee well. 
 
 Halts. Yaw, yaw, ick welt dat well; forware, tis vn good 
 skoo, tis gimait van neits leither ; se eiier, mine here. 
 
 Enter a prentice. 
 L. Maior. I do beleeue it. — Whats the newes with you? 
 Prentice. Please you, the Earle of Lincolne at the gate 
 40 Is newly lighted, and would speake with you. 
 
 L. Maior. The Earl of Lincolne come to speake with me? 
 Well, well, I know his errand. Daughter Rose, 
 Send hence your shoomaker, dispatch, haue done ! 
 Sib, make things handsome! Sir boy, follow me. \Exil. 
 
 45 Hans. Mine vncle come! Oh, what may this portend? 
 
 Sweete Rose, this of our loue threatens an end. 
 
 Rose. Be not dismaid at this; what ere befall, 
 Rose is thine owne. To witnes I speake truth. 
 Where thou appoints the place, He meete with thee. 
 50 I will not fixe a day to follow thee. 
 
 But presently steale hence. Do not replie: 
 
 Loue which gaue strength to beare my fathers hate, 
 
 Shal now adde wings to further our escape. [Exeunt. 
 
 SCENE V. 
 Etiter Lord Maior atid Lincolne. 
 L. Maior. Beleeue me, on my credite, I speake truth: 
 Since first your nephew Lacie went to France, 
 I haue not seene him. It seemd strange to me, 
 When Dodger told me that he staide behinde, 
 5 Neglecting the hie charge the king imposed. 
 
 Lincolne. Trust me, Sir Roger Otly, I did thinke 
 
 33. {Aside.) wanting in Qq. — 34 my\ -wy D. — 36. -wiet DE. — 
 37. niets DE. — 39, 40. Printed as prose in Qq. ; divided by Fr. — 41. come 
 speak Qq., to add. by Fr. — 45. My father come CDE. — 49. appointst DE. 
 — 53. to om. C. 
 
 Scene V. \_Scene 15. Another room in the same house.'] Fr. — 
 6. Otley CDE. 
 
IV, 5-] THE SHciEMAKERS HOLIDAY. 55 
 
 Your counsell had giuen head to this attempt, 
 
 Drawne to it by the loue he beares your child. 
 
 Here I did hope to find him in your house; 
 
 But now I see mine error, and confesse, lo 
 
 My iudgement wrongd you by conceuing so. 
 
 L. Maior. Lodge in my house, say you? Trust me, my Lord, 
 I loue your nephew Lacie too too dearely, 
 So much to wrong his honor; and he hath done so, 
 That first gaue him aduise to stay from France. 15 
 
 To witnesse I speake truth, I let you know, 
 How carefull I haue beene to keepe my daughter 
 Free from all conference or speech of him; 
 Not that I skorne your nephew, but in loue 
 
 1 beare your honour, least your noble bloud 20 
 
 Should by my meane worth be dishonoured. 
 
 Lincolne. [Aside) How far the churles tongue wanders from 
 Well, well, Sir Roger Otley, 1 beleeue you, [his hart. 
 
 ^^'ith more then many thankes for the kind loue. 
 So much you seeme to beare me. But, my Lord, 25 
 
 Let me request your helpe to seeke my nephew, 
 Whom if I find. He straight embarke for France. 
 So shal your Rose be free, my thoughts at rest, 
 And much care die which now lies in my brest. 
 
 Enter Sibil. 
 
 Sibil. Oh Lord! Help, for Gods sake! ray mistris; oh, 30 
 my yong mistris! 
 
 L. Maior. Where is thy mistris? Whats become of her? 
 
 Sibil. Shees gone, shees fled ! 
 
 L. Maior. Gone! Whither is she fled? 
 
 Sibil. I know not, forsooth; shees fled out of doores with 35 
 Hauns the shoomaker; I saw them scud, scud, scud, apace, 
 apace ! 
 
 L. Maior, Which way ? What, lohn ! Where be my men ? 
 Which way? 
 
 22. {Aside.) added by Fr. — 28. my Rose . . . your thoughts AB. 
 29. lies'] dies A; Hives. — 30. spake B. — 35. of the doors E. 
 
56 THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. [IV, 5. 
 
 40 Sibil. I know not, and it please your worship. 
 
 L. Maior. Fled with a shoomaker? Can this be true? 
 Sibil. Oh Lord, sir, as true as Gods in heauen. 
 Lincolne. Her loue turnd shoomaker? I am glad of this. 
 L. Maior. A flaming butter - boxe, a shoomaker ! 
 45 Will she forget her birth, requite my care 
 
 With such ingratitude? Scornd she yong Hammon 
 To loue a honnikin, a needie knave? 
 Wei, let her flie, lie not flie after her. 
 Let her starue, if she wil; shees none of mine. 
 50 Lincolne. Be not so cruell, sir. 
 
 Enter Firke ivith shooes. 
 Sibil. I am glad, shees scapt. 
 
 L. Maior. He not account of her as of my child. 
 Was there no better obiect for her eies 
 But a foule drunken lubber, swill -bellie, 
 A shoomaker? Thats braue! 
 55 Firke. Yea, forsooth; tis a very braue shooe, and as fit as 
 
 a pudding. 
 
 L. Maior. How now, what knaue is this? From whence 
 
 comest thou? 
 Firke. No knaue, sir. I am Firke the shoomaker, lusty 
 Rogers cheefe lustie iorneyman, and I come hither to take 
 60 up the prettie legge of sweete mistris Rose, and thus hoping 
 your worshippe is in as good health, as I was at the making 
 hereof, I bid you farewell, yours — — — — Firke. 
 L. Maior. Stay, stay, sir knaue! 
 Lincolne. Come hither, shoomaker! 
 65 Firke. Tis happie the knaue is put before the shoomaker, 
 
 or else I would not haue vouchsafed to come backe to you. 
 I am moued, for I stirre. 
 
 Z. Maior. My Lorde, this villaine calles us knaues by craft. 
 
 Firke. Then tis by the Gentle Craft, and to cal one knave 
 
 70 gently, is no harme. Sit your worship merie ! Sib, your yong 
 
 42. as true as you are Lord Mayor DE. — 4|. Flemming DE. — 
 47. aw h. CDE. — 51. ril not accompt C; as my DE. — 53. lubber'] 
 lubbery DE. — 60. hoping that your DE. 
 
IV 5-1 THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. 57 
 
 mistris — lie so bob them, now my Maister M. Eyre is Lorde 
 Maior of London. 
 
 L. Maior. Tell me, sirra, whoes man are you? 
 
 Firke. I am glad to see your worship so merrie. 1 haue 
 no maw to this geere, no stomacke as yet to a red peticote. 75 
 
 \Poiniing to Sibil. 
 Lincolne. He means not, Sir, to wooe }0u to his maid, 
 But onely doth demand whose man you are. 
 
 Firke. I sing now to the tune of Rogero. Roger, my 
 felow, is now my master. 
 
 Lincolne. Sirra, knowst thou one Hauns, a shoomaker ? 80 
 
 Firk. Hauns, shoomaker? Oh yes, stay, yes, I haue him. 
 I tel you what, I speake it in secret: Mistris Rose and he 
 are by this time — no, not so, but shortly are to come ouer 
 one another with "Can yoii^^ance the shaking of the sheetes?" 
 It is that Hauns — (Aside^ He so gull these diggers ! 85 
 
 L. Maior. Knowst thou, then, where he is? 
 
 Firke. Yes, forsooth; yea, marry! 
 
 Lincolne. Canst thou, in sadnesse — 
 
 Firke. No, forsooth; no, marrie! 
 
 L. Maior. Tell me, good honest fellow, where he is, go 
 
 And thou shalt see what He bestow of thee. 
 
 Firke. Honest fellow? No, sir; not so, sir; my profession 
 is the Gentle Craft; I care not for seeing, I loue feeling; let 
 me feele it here ; auritim tenus , ten ,pieces of gold ; genuum 
 tenus, ten peeces of siluer; and then Firke is your man in 95 
 a new paire of strechers. 
 
 L. Maior. Here is an Angel, part of thy reward. 
 Which I will giue thee; tell me where he is. 
 
 Firke. No point ! Shal I betray my brother ? No ! Shal I 
 proue ludas to Hans? No! Shall I crie treason to my cor- 100 
 poration? No, I shall be firkt and yerkt then. But giue me 
 your angell ; your angell shall tel you. 
 
 Lincolne. Doe so, good fellow; tis no hurt to thee, 
 
 Firke. Send simpering Sib away. 
 
 71. them'] then A. — 75. to red B. — 76. his] this DE. — 79. maister 
 C. — 85. (Aside.) added by Fr. — 94. it] if DE. — 104. simpering 
 CDE. 
 
58 THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. [IV, 5. 
 
 105 L. Maior. Huswife, get you in. {Exit Sibil. 
 
 Firke. Pitchers haue eares, and maides haue wide mouthes; 
 
 but for Hauns Prauns, vpon my word, to-morrow morning 
 
 he and yong mistris Rose goe to this geere, they shall be 
 
 married together , by this rush , or else tourne Firke to a 
 
 1 10 firkin of butter, to tanne leather withall. 
 
 Z. Maior. But art thou sure of this? 
 
 Firke. Am I sure that Paules steeple is a handfull higher 
 then London stone, or that the Pissing -Conduit leakes nothing 
 but pure mother Bunch ? Am I sure I am lustie Firk ? Gods 
 115 nailes, doe you thinke I am so base to gull you. 
 
 Lincolne. Where are they married? Dost thou know the 
 
 church ? 
 Firke. I neuer go to church , but I know the name of it ; 
 it is a swearing church — stay a while, tis — I, by the mas, 
 no, no, — tis — I, by my troth, no, nor that; tis — I, by 
 1 20 my faith, that, that, tis, I, by my Faithes Church vnder Paules 
 crosse. There they shall be knit like a paire of stockings in 
 matrimonie; there theile be inconie. 
 
 Lincolne. Vpon my life, my nephew Lacie walkes 
 In the disguise of this Dutch shoemaker. 
 125 Firke. Yes, forsooth. 
 
 Lincolne. Doth he not, honest fellow? 
 
 Firke. No, forsooth ; I thinke Hauns is nobodie but Hans, 
 no spirite. 
 
 L. Maior. My mind misgiues me now, tis so, indeede. 
 130 Lincolne. My cosen speakes the language, knowes the trade. 
 L. Maior. Let me request your companie, my Lord; 
 Your honourable presence may, no doubt, 
 Refraine their head - strong rashnesse, when my selfe 
 Going alone perchance may be oreborne. 
 135 Shall I request this fauour? 
 
 Lincolne. This, or what else. 
 
 Firke. Then you must rise betimes, for they meane to fall 
 
 105. Stage- dir. wanting in CDE. — 107. prauns AB, praiinse C, 
 praunce DE. — 115. 'snails C, 'snailes DE. — 120. Chuck A. — 121. of 
 om. B; stockins DE. — 122. iti conie , or, in cony Qq. — 123. Line. om. 
 E. — 126. Does CD; honest shoemaker CD. 
 
V, I.] THE SHOEMAKERS HOIJDAY. 59 
 
 to their he} -passe and repasse, pindy-pandy, which hand 
 will you haue, very earely. 
 
 L. Maior. My care shal euery way equal their haste. 
 This night accept your lodging in my house, 140 
 
 The earlier shal we stir, and at Saint Faithes 
 Preuent this giddy hare-braind nuptiall. 
 This trafficke of hot loue shal yeeld cold gaines: 
 They ban our loues, and weele forbid their baines. \_Exil. 
 
 Lincobie. At Saint Faithes Church thou saist? 145 
 
 Firke. Yes, by their troth. 
 
 Lincolne. Be secret, on thy life. \Exit. 
 
 Firke. Yes, when I kisse your wife! Ha, ha, heres no 
 craft in the Gentle Craft. I came hither of purpose with 
 shooes to Sir Rogers worship, whilst Rose, his daughter, be 150 
 coniecatcht by Hauns. Soft nowe ; these two guiles will be 
 at Saint Faithes Church to-morrow morning, to take master 
 Bridegroome and mistris Bride napping, and they, in the 
 meane time, shal chop vp the matter at the Sauoy. But the 
 best sport is, Sir Roger Otly will find my felow lame Rafes 155 
 wife going to marry a gentleman , and then heele stop her 
 insteede of his daughter. Oh braue ! there wil be fine tickling 
 sport. Soft now, what haue I to doe ? Oh, I know ; now a 
 messe of shoemakers meate at the Wool! -Sack in Ivie lane, 
 to cozen my gentleman of lame Rafes wife, thats true. 160 
 
 Alacke, alacke! 
 Girles, holde out tacke! 
 For nowe smockes for this iumbling 
 Shall goe to wracke. \Exii. 
 
 ACT V. 
 
 Scene I. 
 Enter Ayre, his Wife, Hauns, and Rose. 
 Eyre. This is the morning, then ; stay, my bully, my honest 
 Hauns, is it not? 
 
 137. hey pasta BC ; pindy pany BC. — 144. \^Exeunt^ AB. — 146. Qy. 
 read, hy my troth. — 148. Yet DE. — 152. maste B, maister C, — 154. meane'] 
 nean E; at] of K. -- 155. Otley CDE ; fellow lame, Rafes wife Qq. — 
 161 — 164. Printed as prose in Qq. , divided by Fr. 
 
 Act V. Scene I. [^Scene 16. A room in Eyre's house.] Fr. 
 
6o THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. [V, I. 
 
 Hans. This is the morning that must make vs two happy 
 or miserable; therefore, if you — 
 5 Eyre. Away with these iffes and ands, Hauns, and these 
 
 et caeteraes ! By mine honor , Rowland Lacie , none but the 
 king shall wrong thee. Come , feare nothing , am not I Sim 
 Eyre? Is not Sim Eyre Lord Mayor of London? Feare 
 nothing, Rose : let them al say what they can ; dainty, come 
 lo thou to me — laughest thou? 
 
 Wife. Good my Lord, stand her friend in what thing you may. 
 Eyre. Why, my sweete Lady Madgy, thincke you Simon 
 Eyre can forget his fine Dutch Journeyman ? No, vah ! Fie, 
 I scorne it, it shall neuer be cast in my teeth, that I was un- 
 15 thankeful. Lady Madgy, thou hadst neuer coverd thy Saracens 
 head with this french flappe, nor loaden thy bumme with 
 this farthingale, tis trash, trumpery, vanity; Simon Eyre had 
 neuer walkte in a redde petticoate, nor wore a chaine of golde, 
 but for my fine journeymans portigues — And shall I leaue 
 20 him? No! Prince am I none, yet beare a princely minde. 
 Hans. My Lorde, tis time for vs to part from hence. 
 Eyre. Lady Madgy, Lady Madgy, take two or three of my 
 pie - crust - eaters , my buffe-ierkin varlets, that doe walke in 
 blacke gownes at Simon Eyres heeles; take them, good Lady 
 25 Madgy; trippe and goe, my browne queene ofperriwigs, with 
 my delicate Rose and my iolly Rowland to the Sauoy; see 
 them linckte, countenance the marriage; and when it is done, 
 cling, cling together, you Hamborow Turtle - Doues. He beare 
 you out, come to Simon Eyre; come, dwell with me, Hauns, 
 30 thou shalt eate mincde pies and marchpane. Rose, away, 
 cricket; trippe and goe, my Lady Madgy, to the Sauoy; 
 Hauns, wed, and to bed; kisse, and away! Go, vanish! 
 Wife. Farewel, my Lord. 
 Rose. Make haste, sweete loue. 
 
 W?fc. Sheede faine the deede were done. 
 
 35 Hauns. Come, my sweete Rose; faster than deere weele run. 
 
 [They goe out. 
 
 6. ceteraes CDE. — 9. say all DE. — 12. Maggy DE. — 15. Maggy 
 DE; hast E; covered CD. — 21. for vs om. DE. — 22. Lady Maggy, 
 Lady Maggy DE. — 25. Maggy DE. — 28. Hanborow DE. — 31. Magy 
 C, Maggy DE. — 35. \Exeunt?\ CDE. 
 
V, 2.] THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. 6 1 
 
 Eyre. Goe, vanish, vanish! Avaunt, I say! By the Lorde 
 of Ludgate, its a madde Hfe to be a Lorde Mayor; its a 
 stirring life, a fine Hfe, a veluet hfe, a carefull life. Well, 
 Simon Eyre, yet set a good face on it, in the honor of Sainct 
 Hugh. Soft, the king this day comes to dine with me, to see 40 
 m} new buildings; his maiesty is welcome, he shal haue good 
 cheere, delicate cheere, princely cheere. This day, my fellow 
 prentises of London come to dine with me too, they shall 
 haue fine cheere, gentlemanlike cheere. I promised the mad 
 Cappadocians, when we all serued at the Conduit together, 45 
 that if euer I came to be Mayor of London, I would feast 
 them al, and He doot, He doot, by the life of Pharaoh; by 
 this beard, Sim Eire wil be no flincher. Besides I haue pro- 
 curd that vpon euery Shroue - Tuesday , at the sound of the 
 pancake bell, my fine dapper Assyrian lads shall clap vp their 50 
 shop windows, and away. This is the day, and this day they 
 shall doot, they shall doot. 
 
 Boyes, that day are you free, let masters care. 
 
 And prentises shall pray for Simon Eyre. \_Exit. 
 
 SCENE IL 
 
 Enler Hodge, Firke, Rafe, and fine or six shoemakers, 
 
 all ivith cudgels or such iveapons. 
 
 Hodge. Come, Rafe ; stand to it, Firke. My masters, as we 
 are the braue bloods of the shoomakers, heires apparant to 
 Saint Hugh, and perpetuall benefactors to all good fellowes, 
 thou shalt haue no wrong; were Hammon a king of spades, 
 he should not delue in thy close without thy sufferaunce. 5 
 But tell me, Rafe, art thou sure tis thy wife? 
 
 Rafe. Am I sure this is Firke? This morning, when I 
 strokte on her shooes, I lookte vpon her, and she vpon me, 
 and sighed, askte me, if euer I knew one Rafe. Yes, sayde 
 L For his sake, saide she — teares standing in her eyes — 10 
 and for thou art somewhat like him, spend this peece of golde. 
 I tooke it ; my lame leg and my trauel beyond sea made me 
 unknown. All is one for that: I know shees mine. 
 
 37. tis E. — 45. Cappidocians A. — 50. Assirian DE. — 53. maisters C. 
 Scene II. {^Scene 17. A street near Saint Faith's Church.'] Fr. 
 Stage -dir. Frike D; Shoemaker C. — i\. for that thou DE. 
 
62 THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. [V, 2. 
 
 Firke. Did she giue thee this gold? O glorious glittering 
 1 5 gold ! Shees thine owne , tis thy wife , and she loues thee ; 
 for He stand toot, theres no woman will giue golde to any 
 man, but she thinkes better of him, than she thinkes of them 
 she giues siluer to. And for Hamon, neither Hamon nor 
 hangman shall wrong thee in London. Is not our olde 
 20 maister Eire Lord Mayor? Speake, my hearts. 
 
 All. Yes, and Hamon shall know it to his cost. 
 
 Enter Hamon, his Man, Iane and others. 
 
 Hodge. Peace, my bullies ; yonder they come. 
 Rafe. Stand toot, my h'eartes. Firke , let me speake first. 
 Hodge. No, Rafe, let me. — Hammon, whither away so 
 25 earely ? 
 
 Hamvion. Vnmannerly, rude slaue, whats that to thee? 
 Firke. To him. Sir? Yes, sir, and to me, and others. 
 Good morrow, lane, how doost thou? Good Lord, how the 
 world is changed with you ! God be thanked ! 
 30 Hammon. Villaines, handes off! Howe dare you touch my 
 
 loue? 
 JUL Villaines? Downe with them! Cry clubs for pren- 
 tises ! 
 
 Hodge. Hold, my hearts! Touch her, Hamon? Yea, 
 
 and more than that: weele carry her away with vs. My 
 
 35 maisters and gentlemen, neuer draw your bird- spittes; shooe- 
 
 makers are Steele to the backe, men euery inch of them, al 
 
 spirite. 
 
 All of Hammons side. Wei, and what of all this? 
 Hodge. He shew you. — lane, dost thou know this man? 
 40 Tis Rafe, I can tell thee; nay, tis he in faith, though he be 
 larade by the warres. Yet looke not strange, but run to him, 
 fold him about the necke and kisse him. 
 
 Ia7te. Liues then my husband? Oh God, let me go. 
 Let me embrace my Rafe. 
 
 Hammon. What meanes my lane? 
 
 45 lane. Nay, what meant you, to tell me, he was slaine? 
 
 21. Stage -dir. and lane CDE. — 31. prentizies E. — 38. Hamon 
 side C. — 45. you\ yon A. 
 
V, 2.] THE SHOEMAKERS HOIJDAY. 63 
 
 Hammon. Pardon me, deare loue, for being misled. 
 {To Rafe) Twas rumourd here in London, thou wert dead. 
 
 Firkc. Thou seest he Hues. Lasse, goe, packe home with 
 him. Now, M. Hamon, wheres your mistris, your wife? 
 
 Serv. Swounds, M. , fight for her! Will you thus lose her? 50 
 
 All. Downe with that creature ! Clubs ! Downe with him ! 
 
 Hodge. Hold, hold! 
 
 Hammon. Hold, foole! Sirs, he shal do no wrong. 
 Wil my lane leaue me thus, and breake her faith? 
 
 Firke. Yea, sir! She must, sir! She shal, sir! What 55 
 then? Mend it! 
 
 Hodge. Hearke, fellow Rafe, followe my counsel: set the 
 wench in the midst, and let her chuse her man, and let her 
 be his woman. 
 
 lane. Whom should I choose? Whom should my thoughts 60 
 
 affect 
 But him whom heauen hath made to be my loue? 
 Thou art my husband, and these humble weedes 
 Makes thee more beautiful then all his wealth. 
 Therefore, I wil but put off his attire. 
 
 Returning it into the owners hand, 65 
 
 And after euer be thy constant wife. 
 
 Hodge. Not a ragge, lane ! The law's on our side ; he that 
 sowes in another mans ground, forfets his haruest. Get thee 
 home, Rafe; follow him, lane; he shall not haue so much as 
 a buske- point from thee. 70 
 
 Ftrke. Stand to that, Rafe; the appurtenances are thine 
 owne. Hammon, looke not at her ! 
 
 Serv. O, swounds, no ! 
 
 Firke. Blew coate, be quiet, weele giue you a new liuerie 
 else; weele make Shroue Tuesday Saint Georges Day for you. 75 
 Looke not, Hammon, leare not! He firke you! For thy head 
 now, one glance, one sheepes eie, any thing at her ! Touch 
 not a ragge, least I and my brethren beate you to clowtes. 
 
 46. Parden E; O pardon Fr., but pardon is to be pronounced as a 
 trisyllable. — 47. {To Rafe) added by Fr. — 50. tJius om. E. — 55. Yer 
 C, Yes DE. — 63. Make DE. — 66. evex after DE. — 68. a other E. — 
 73. sounds E. 
 
64 THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. [V, 2. 
 
 Serv. Come, master Hammon, theres no striuing here. 
 80 Hammon. Good fellowes, heare me speake ; and, honest Rafe, 
 Whom I haue iniured most by louing lane, 
 Marke what I offer thee: here in faire gold 
 Is twentie pound, He giue it for thy lane ; 
 If this content thee not, thou shalt haue more. 
 85 Hodge. Sell not thy wife, Rafe; make her not a whore. 
 
 Hammon. Say, wilt thou freely cease thy claime in her, 
 And let her be my wife? 
 
 All. No, do not, Rafe. 
 
 Rafe. Sirra, Hammon, Hammon, dost thou thinke, a shooe- 
 maker is so base to be a bawde to his owne wife for com- 
 QO moditie? Take thy golde, choake with it! Were I not lame, 
 I would make thee eate thy words. 
 
 Firke. A shoemaker sell his flesh and bloud ? Oh indignitie ! 
 Hodge. Sirra, take vp your pelfe, and be packing. 
 Hammon. I wil not touch one pennie, but in liew 
 95 Of that great wrong I offered thy lane, 
 
 To lane and thee I giue that twentie pound. 
 Since I haue faild of her, during my life, 
 I vow, no woman else shall be my wife. 
 Farewell, good fellowes of the Gentle Trade: 
 100 Your morning mirth my mourning day hath made. \Exeunt. 
 Firke. {To the Serving-jnan) Touch the gold, creature, if you 
 dare! Y'are best be trudging. Here, lane, take thou it. Now 
 lets home, my hearts. 
 
 Hodge. Stay ! Who comes here? lane, on againe with thy 
 105 maske! 
 
 Enter Lincolne, Lord Maior and Seruants. 
 Lincolne. Yonders the lying varlet mockt us so. 
 L. Maior. Come hither, sirra! 
 
 Firke. I, sir? I am sirra? You meane me, do you not? 
 Lincolne. Where is my nephew married? 
 no Firke. Is he married? God giue him ioy, I am glad of it. 
 They haue a faire day, and the signe is in a good planet. 
 Mars in Venus. 
 
 79. maister C. — 100. mornings mirth A; [^Exit."] BCDE. — 
 101. {To the S.) add. by Edd. — in. in om. E. 
 
V, 2.] THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. 65 
 
 L. Maior. Villaine, thou toldst me that my daughter Rose 
 This morning should be married at Saint Faithes; 
 We haue watcht there these three houres at the least, 1 1 5 
 
 Yet see we no such thing. 
 
 Firke. Truly, I am sorie for't ; a bride's a prettie thing. 
 
 Hodge. Come to the purpose. Yonder's the bride and 
 bridegroome you looke for, I hope. Though you be Lordes, 
 you are not to barre by }our authoritie men from women ; 1 20 
 are you? 
 
 L. Maior. See, see, my daughters maskt. 
 
 Lincolne. True, and my nephew, 
 
 To hide his guilt, counterfeits him lame. 
 
 Firke. Yea, truely; God helpe the poore couple, they are 
 lame and blind. 125 
 
 Z. Maior. He ease her blindnes. 
 
 Lijicolite. He his lamenes cure. 
 
 Firke. Lie downe, sirs, and laugh! My felow Rafe is taken 
 for Rowland Lacy, and lane for mistris damaske Rose. This 
 is al my knauer}'. 
 
 L. Maior. What, haue I found you, minion? 130 
 
 Lvicolne. O base wretch! 
 
 Nay, hide thy face, the horror of thy guilt 
 Can hardly be washt oft". Where are thy powers? 
 What battels haue you made? O yes, I see, 
 Thou foughtst with Shame, and shame hath conquerd thee. 
 This lamenesse wil not serue. 135 
 
 L. Maior. Unmaske your selfe. 
 
 Lincolne. Leade home your daughter. 
 
 L. Maior. Take your nephew hence. 
 
 Rafe, Hence! Swounds, what meane you? Are you mad? 
 1 hope you cannot inforce my wife from me. Wheres Hamon? 
 
 L. Maior. Your wife? 
 
 Liticolne. What, Hammon? 140 
 
 Rafe. Yea, my wife; and, therefore, the proudest of you 
 that laies hands on her first, He lay my crutch crosse his pate, 
 
 Firke. To him, lame Rafe! Heres braue sport! 
 
 123. g-uilt now Fr. — 126. hlindnesse D. — 138. enforce CDE. — 
 142. lays hand C. 
 
66 THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. [V, 2. 
 
 Rafe. Rose call you her? Why, her name is lane. Looke 
 145 here else; do you know her now? [Uiwiaskhig Iane. 
 
 Lincolne. Is this your daughter? 
 
 L. Maior. No, nor this your nephew. 
 
 My Lord of Lincolne, we are both abusde 
 By this base, craftie varlet. 
 
 Firke. Yea, forsooth, no varlet ; forsooth, no base; forsooth, 
 150 I am but meane; no craftie neither, but of the Gentle Craft. 
 L. Maior. Where is my daughter Rose? Where is my child? 
 Liiicohie. Where is my nephew Lacie married? 
 Firke. Why, here is good lacde mutton, as I promist you. 
 Lincolne. Villaine, He iiaue thee punisht for this wrong. 
 155 Firke. Punish the iornyman villaine, but not the iorncy- 
 man Shoomaker. 
 
 Enter Dodger. 
 Dodger. My Lord, I come to bring vnwelcome newes. 
 Your nephew Lacie and your daughter Rose 
 Earely this morning wedded at the Sauoy, 
 160 None being present but the Ladie Mairesse. 
 Besides I learnt among the officers, 
 The Lord Maior vowes to stand in their defence 
 Gainst any that shal seeke to crosse the match. 
 
 Lincolne. Dares Eyre the shoomaker vphold the deede? 
 165 Firke. Yes, sir, shoomakers dare stand in a womans quarrel, 
 I warrant you, as deepe as another, and deeper too. 
 
 Dodger. Besides, his Grace to-day dines with the Maior; 
 Who on his knees humbly intends to fall 
 And beg a pardon for your nephewes fault. 
 1 70 Lincohie. But He preuent him ! Come, Sir Roger Oteley ; 
 The king wil doe us iustice in this cause. 
 How ere their hands haue made them man and wife, 
 I wil disioine the match, or loose my life. \_Exeiint. 
 
 Firke. Adue, monsieur Dodger! Farewel, fooles! Ha, 
 175 ha! Oh, if they had staide, I would haue so lambde 
 them with floutes! O heart, my codpeece- point is readie 
 
 145. Stage -dir. added by Fr. — 150. not crafty CUK. — X^^. promise 
 E. — 166. you om. CDE. — 170. Otley CDr. — 175. lamhe B. 
 
V, 2.] THE SHOEMAKERS HOIJDAY. 67 
 
 to Ilic iu pceces euerie time I tliinUe vpon mistris Rose ; but 
 let that passe, as my Ladie Mairesse saies. 
 
 Hodge. This matter is answerd. Come, Rafe; home >\'ith thy 
 wife. Come, my fine shoomakers, lets to our masters, the new 180 
 Lord Maior , and there swagger this Shroue - Tuesday. He 
 promise you wine enough, for Madge keepes the seller. 
 
 AIL O rare! Madge is a good wench. 
 
 Firke. And He promise you meate enough, for simpring 
 Susan keepes the larder. He leade you to victuals, my braue 185 
 souldiers ; follow your captaine. O braue ! Hearke , hearke ! 
 
 \Bell ringes. 
 
 AH. The pancake-bell rings, the pancake-bel! Tri-lill, 
 my hearts ! 
 
 Firke. Oh braue! Oh sweete bell! O delicate pancakes! 
 Open the doores, my hearts, and shut vp the windowes! keepe IQO 
 in the house, let out the pancakes! Oh rare, my heartes! 
 Lets march together for the honor of Saint Hugh to the 
 great new hall in Gratious - streete - corner, which our maister, 
 the newe Lord Maior, hath built. 
 
 Ra/e. O the crew of good fellows that wil dine at my 195 
 Lord Maiors cost to - day ! 
 
 Hodge. By the Lord, my Lord Maior is a most braue man. 
 How shal prentises be bound to pray for him and the Ijonour 
 of the gentlemen shoomakers! Lets feede and be fat with 
 my Lordes bountye. 200 
 
 Firke. O musical bel, stil! O Hodge, O my brethren! 
 Theres cheere for the heauens: venson- pasties walke vp and 
 down piping bote, like sergeants; beefe and brewesse comes 
 marching in drie-fattes; fritters and pancakes comes trowling 
 in in wheele-barrowes; hennes and orenges hopping in porters 205 
 -baskets, colloppes and egges in scuttles, and tartes and 
 custardes comes quauering in in mault-shouels. 
 
 T85. Sue keeps E. — 187. pancake-ball B. — IQO. door BCDE. — 
 197. The Lord Mayor is CDE. — 198. honor C. — 200. tiiy Lord Mayor's 
 bounty CDE. — 202. venison CDE; pastimes A. — 203. hot CDE. — 
 204. cotne BCDE; in om. RCDE ; drifattes DE. — 205. wheel -bar rows ' ., 
 barrowe B. — 206. settles B. — 207. in only once in BCDE. 
 
68 THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. [V, 3. 
 
 Enter more preniises. 
 All. Whoop, looke here, looke here! 
 Hodge. How now, madde laddes, whither away so fast? 
 210 First Prentise. Whither? Why, to the great new hall, 
 know you not why? The Lorde Maior hath bidden all the 
 prentises in London to breakfast this morning. 
 
 All. Oh braue shoomaker, oh braue lord of incompre- 
 hensible good-fellowship! Whoo! Hearke you! The pancake 
 215 -bell rings. \Cast vp caps. 
 
 Firke. Nay, more, my hearts! Euery Shrouetuesday is our 
 yeere of jubile; and when the pancake -bel rings, we are as 
 free as my Lord Maior; we may shut vp our shops, and 
 make holiday. I'll haue it calld Saint Hughes Holiday, 
 220 All. Agreed, agreed! Saint Hughes Holiday, 
 Hodge, And this shal continue for euer. 
 All. Oh braue! Come, come, my hearts! Away, away! 
 Firke. O eternall credite to vs of the Gentle Craft! March 
 faire, my hearts! Oh rare! \_Exeu?it. 
 
 SCENE m. 
 
 Enter KiNG atid his Traine ouer the stage. 
 King. Is our Lord Maior of London such a gallant? 
 Nobleman. One of the merriest madcaps in your land. 
 Your Grace wil thinke, when you behold the man, 
 Hees rather a wilde ruffin than a Maior. 
 5 Yet thus much He ensure your maieslie 
 In al his actions that concerne his state. 
 He is as serious, prouident, and wise, 
 As full of grauitie amongst the graue, 
 As any Maior hath beene these many yeares. 
 10 King. I am with child, til I behold this huffe-cap. 
 
 But all my doubt is, when we come in presence, 
 His madnesse wil be dasht cleane out of countenance. 
 
 208. look here only once in BCDE. — 209. whether '&C — 210. Whether 
 BE. — 212. ooreakfast B. 
 
 ScRNR ni. {_Sce7ie 18. Lomton. A street.] Fr. — Stage -dir. Enter 
 the king CDE. — 4. rufpan DE. — 9. this DE. 
 
V, 4-] THE SHOEMAKERS HOr.IDAY. 6^ 
 
 Nobleman. It may be so, ray Liege. 
 
 Kitig. Which to preuent, 
 
 Let some one giue him notice, tis our pleasure 
 That he put on his woonted merriment. 15 
 
 Set forward! 
 
 All. On afore! {^Exeunt. 
 
 SCENE IV. 
 
 Ejiter Ayre, Hodge, Firke, Rafe, and other shoemakers, 
 all tviih napkins on their shoulders. 
 
 Eyre. Come, my fine Hodge, my iolly gentlemen shooe- 
 makers; soft, where be these caniballes, these varlets, my 
 officers? Let them al walke and waite vpon my brethren; for 
 my meaning is, that none but shoomakers, none but the liuery 
 of my Company shall in their sattin hoodes waite uppon the 5 
 trencher of my Soueraigne. 
 
 Firke. O my Lord, it will be rare! 
 
 Ayre. No more, Firke; come, liuely! Let your fellowe 
 -prentises want no cheere; let wine be plentiful as beere, and 
 beere as water. Hang these penny-pinching fathers, that 10 
 cramme wealth in innocent lamb-skinnes. Rip, knaues, auaunt! 
 Looke to my guests! 
 
 Hodge. My Lord, we are at our wits end for roome ; those 
 hundred tables wil not feast the fourth part of them. 
 
 Ayre. Then couer me those hundred tables againe, and 15 
 againe, til all my iolly prentises be feasted. Auoyde, Hodge! 
 Runne, Rafe! Friske about, my nimble Firke! Carowse me 
 fadome- healths to the honor of the shoomakers. Do they 
 drink liuely, Hodge? Do they tickle it, Firke? 
 
 Firke. Tickle it? Some of them haue taken their licour 20 
 standing so long that they can stand no longer; but for meate, 
 they would eate it, and they had it. 
 
 Ayre. Want they meate? Wheres this swag-belly, this greasie 
 kitchinstuffe cooke? Call the varlet to me! Want meat? 
 
 14. him om. E. 
 
 Scene IV. \_Scene 19. A great katt.'] Fr. — 17. nimbly C. — 1 8. of 
 Shoemakers CDE. — 24. hitching stuffe C. 
 
70 THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. [V, -4. 
 
 25 Firke, Hodge, lame Rafe, runne, my tall men, beleager the 
 shambles, beggar all Eastcheape, seme me whole oxen in 
 chargers, and let sheepe whine vpon the tables like pigges 
 for want of good felowes to eate them. Want meate? Vanish, 
 Firke! Auaunt, Hodge! 
 
 30 Hodge. Your Lordship mistakes my man Firke; he means, 
 their bellies want meate, not the boords; for they haue drunk 
 so much, they can eate nothing. 
 
 Enler Hans, Rose, a7id Wife. 
 Wife. Where is my Lord? 
 Ayre. How now. Lady Madgy? 
 35 'Wife. The kings most excelent maiesty is new come; hee 
 
 sends me for thy honor; one of his most worshipful peeres 
 bade me tel thou must be mery, and so forth; but let that 
 passe. 
 
 Eyre. Is my Soueraigne come ? Vanish, my tall shoomakers, 
 
 40 my nimble brethren; looke to my guests, the prentises. Yet 
 
 stay a little ! How now, Hans ? How lookes my little Rose? 
 
 Hans. Let me request you to remember me. 
 I know, your Honour easily may obtaine 
 Free pardon of the king for me and Rose, 
 45 And reconcile me to my vncles grace. 
 
 Eyre. Haue done, my good Hans, my honest iorneyman; 
 looke cheerely! He fall vpon both my knees, till they be as 
 hard as home, but lie get thy pardon. 
 
 Wife. Good my Lord, haue a care what you speake to 
 50 his grace. 
 
 Eyre. Away, you Islington whitepot ! hence, you hopperarse ! 
 you barly- pudding, ful of magots! you broyld carbonado! 
 auaunt, auaunt, avoide, Mephistophilus ! Shall Sim Eyre 
 learne to speake of you, Ladie Madgie? Vanish, mother 
 55 Miniuer - cap ; vanish, goe , trip and goe; meddle with your 
 partlets and your pishery - pasherie , your flewes and your 
 
 25. beleaguer CDE. — 26. begger CDE. — 27. charges E; table C. 
 — 34. Maggy DE. — 43. honor C. — 44. of^ from DE. — 45. my'\ thy 
 C. — 46. honost C. — 51. happerarse AB. — 53. Mephostophilus AB. — 
 54. learne'\ leaue AB; speak CDE; Maggy DE. — 55. Minever C. — 
 56. platters CDE. 
 
V, 5-] THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. 7 1 
 
 whirligigs; go, rub, out of mine alley! Sim Kyre knowes how 
 to speake to a Pope, to Sultan Soliman, to Tamburlaine, and 
 he were here; and shal 1 melt, shal I droope before my 
 Soueraigne? No, come, my Ladie Madgie! Follow me, Hauns! 60 
 About your businesse, my frolicke free -hooters! Firke, friske 
 about, and about, and about, for the honour of mad Simon 
 Eyre, Lord Maior of London. 
 
 Firke. Hey, for the honour of the shoomakers. [Exeunt, 
 
 SCENE V. 
 
 A long flourish, or iivo. Enter King, Nobles , Eyre, his 
 
 Wife, Lacie, Rose. Lacie a7id Rose kneele. 
 
 King. Well, Lacie, though the fact was verie foule 
 Of your reuolting from our kingly loue 
 And your owne duetie, yet we pardon you. 
 Rise both, and, mistris Lacie, thanke my Lord Maior 
 For your yong bridegroome here. 5 
 
 Eyre. So, my deere Liege, Sim Eyre and my brethren, the 
 gentlemen shoomakers, shal set your sweete maiesties image 
 cheeke by iowle by Saint Hugh for this honour you haue 
 done poore Simon Eyre. I beseech your grace , pardon my 
 rude behauiour; I am a handicraftsman, yet my heart is 10 
 without craft; I would be sory at my soule, that my boldnesse 
 should offend my king. 
 
 King. Nay, I pray thee, good Lord Maior, be euen as mery 
 As if thou wert among thy shoomakers; 
 It does me good to see thee in this humour. 15 
 
 Eyre. Saist thou me so, my sweete Dioclesian? Then, hump! 
 Prince am I none, yet am I princely borne. By the Lord of 
 Ludgate, my Liege, lie be as merrie as a pie. 
 
 King. Tell me, infaith, mad Eyre, how old thou art. 
 
 Eyre. My liege, a verie boy, a stripling, a yonker; you 20 
 see not a white haire on my head, not a gray in this beard. 
 Euerie haire, I assure thy maiestie, that stickes in this beard, 
 
 58. Somliman C, Solyman DE; Tamberlaine CDE. — 59. defore E. 
 — 60. Maggy DE. — 62. honor C. — 64. of Shoemakers CDE. 
 
 Scene V. {Scene 20. An open yard before the hall.'] Fr. — Stage - 
 dir. the King CDE. — 8, jole CDE. — 14. thy'\ the Y.. — 21. nor a gray DE. 
 
72 THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. [V, 5. 
 
 Sim Eyre values at the king of Babilons ransome , Tamar 
 Chams beard was a rubbing brush toot: yet He shaue it 
 25 off, and stuffe tennis-balls with it, to please my bully king. 
 King. But all this while I do not know your age. 
 Eyre. My liege, I am sixe and fiftie yeare olde, yet I can 
 crie humpe ! with a sound heart for the honour of Saint Hugh. 
 Marke this olde wench, my king: I dauncde the shaking of 
 30 the sheetes with her sixe and thirtie yeares agoe, and yet I 
 hope to get two or three yong Lorde Maiors, ere I die. I am 
 lustie still, Sim Eyre still. Care and colde lodging brings 
 white haires. My sweete Maiestie, let care vanish, cast it vppon 
 thy Nobles, it will make thee looke alwayes young like Apollo, 
 35 and crye humpe! Prince am I none, yet am I princely borne. 
 King. Ha , ha ! 
 Say, Cornewall, didst thou euer see his like? 
 Nohleman. Not I, my Lorde. 
 
 Enter LiNCOLNE and LoRD Maior. 
 
 Kiyig. Lincolne, what newes with you? 
 
 Lincolne. My gracious Lord, haue care vnto your selfe, 
 40 For there are traytors here. 
 
 All Traytors? Where? Who? 
 
 Eyre. Traitors in my house? God forbid! Where be my 
 officers? He spend my soule, ere my king feele harme. 
 
 King. Where is the traytor, Lincolne? 
 
 Lincolne. Here he stands. 
 
 45 King. Cornewall, lay hold on Lacie ! — Lincolne, speake, 
 
 What canst thou lay vnto thy Nephewes charge? 
 
 Lincolne. This, my deere Liege: your Grace, to doe me 
 Heapt on the head of this degenerous boy [honour, 
 
 Desertlesse fauours; you made choise of him, 
 50 To be commander ouer powers in France. 
 But he — 
 
 King. Good Lincolne, prythee, pawse a while! 
 Euen in thine eies I reade what thou wouldst speake. 
 
 23. Tama A. — 31. yong om. CDE. — 36, 37. One line in Qq.; 
 divided by Fr. — 45. hold'] hand? CDE. 
 
V, 5-] THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. -3 
 
 1 know how Lacie did neglect our loue, 
 
 Ranne himselfe deepely, in the highest degree, 
 
 Into vile treason — 55 
 
 Lincolne. Is he not a traytor? 
 
 King. Lincolne, he was; now haue we pardned him. 
 Twas not a base want of true valors fire. 
 That held him out of France, but loues desire. 
 
 Lincolne. I wil not beare his shame vpon my backe. 
 
 King. Nor shalt thou, Lincolne; I forgiue you both. 60 
 
 Lincolne. Then, good my Liege, forbid the boy to wed 
 One whose meane birth will much disgrace his bed. 
 
 King. Are they not married? 
 
 Lincolne. No, my Liege. 
 
 Boih. We are. 
 
 King. Shall I diuorce them then? O be it farre, 
 That any hand on earth should dare vntie 65 
 
 The sacred knot, knit by Gods maiestie; 
 I would not for my crowne disioyne their hands. 
 That are conioynd in holy nuptiall bands. 
 How saist thou. Lacy, wouldst thou loose thy Rose ? 
 
 Hans. Not for all Indians wealth, my soueraigne. 70 
 
 King. But Rose, I am sure, her Lacie would forgoe? 
 
 Rose. If Rose were askt that question, sheed say no! 
 
 King. You heare them, Lincolne? 
 
 Lincolne. Yea, my Liege, I do. 
 
 King. Yet canst thou find ith heart to part these two? 
 Who seeks, besides you, to diuorce these louers? 75 
 
 L. Maior. I do, my gracious Lord, I am her father. 
 
 King. Sir Roger Oteley, our last Maior, I thinke? 
 
 Nobleman. The same, my Liege, 
 
 King. Would you offend Loues lawes? 
 
 Wei, you shal haue your wills, you sue to me, 
 To prohibite the match. Soft, let me see — 80 
 
 You both are married, Lacie, art thou not? 
 
 Hans. I am, dread Soueraigne. 
 
 53. knew E. — 71. rtn CDE. — 73. thetn] then BC. — 74. And CDE; 
 in heart C; those E. — 77. Otley C. — 79. sued CDE. — 81. are thou- C, 
 
74 THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. [V, 5. 
 
 King. Then, vpon thy Hfe, 
 
 I charge thee, not to call this woman wife. 
 Z. Maior. I thanke your grace. 
 
 Rose. O my most gratious Lord! 
 
 \Kneele. 
 85 King. Nay, Rose, neuer wooe me ; I tel you true. 
 
 Although as yet I am a batchellor. 
 Yet I beleeue, I shal not marry you. 
 
 Rose. Can you diuide the body from the soule, 
 Yet make the body Hue? 
 
 King. Yea, so profound? 
 
 90 I cannot, Rose, but you I must diuide. 
 
 This faire maide, bridegroome, cannot be your bride. 
 Are you pleasde, Lincolne? Oteley, are you pleasde? 
 Both. Yes, my Lord. 
 
 King. Then must my heart be easde; 
 
 For, credit me, my conscience Hues in paine, 
 Q5 Til these whom I diuorcde, be ioynd againe. 
 Lacy, giue me thy hand; Rose, lend me thine! 
 Be what you would be ! Kisse now ! So, thats iine. 
 At night, louers, to bed! — Now, let me see, 
 Which of you all mislikes this harmony. 
 100 L. Maior. Wil you then take from me my child perforce? 
 King. Why, tell me, Oteley : shines not Lacies name 
 As bright in the worldes eye as the gay beames 
 Of any citizen. 
 
 Lincolne. Yea, but, my gratious Lord, 
 
 I do mislike the match farre more than he; 
 105 Her bloud is too too base. 
 
 Kittg. Lincolne, no more. 
 
 Dost thou not know that loue respects no bloud, 
 Cares not for difference of birth or state? 
 The maid is yong, wel borne, faire, vertuous, 
 A worthy bride for any gentleman. 
 1 10 Besides, your nephew for her sake did stoope 
 To bare necessitie, and, as I heare, 
 
 91. Faire maide, this bridegroome Qq. Corr. by Fr. — 92. Otley C, 
 — 93. Yes, my Lord, yes Fr.; Then'] There E. — lOi. Otley C. 
 
V, 5-] THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. 75 
 
 Forgetting honors and all courtly pleasures, 
 
 To gaine her loue, became a shooemaker. 
 
 As for the honor which he lost in France, 
 
 Thus I redeerae it : Lacie , kneele thee downe ! — 115 
 
 Arise, Sir Rowland Lacie! Tell me now, 
 
 Tell me in earnest, Oteley, canst thou chide. 
 
 Seeing thy Rose a ladie and a bryde? 
 
 Z. Blaior. I am content with what your Grace hath done. 
 
 Lincolm. And I, my Liege, since theres no remedie. 120 
 
 King. Come on, then, al shake hands: He haue you frends; 
 Where there is much loue, all discord ends. 
 What sayes my mad Lord Maior to all this loue? 
 
 Eyre. O my liege, this honour you haue done to my fine 
 iourneyman here, Rowland Lacie, and all these fauours which 125 
 you haue showne to me this daye in my poore house, will 
 make Simon Eyre Hue longer by one dozen of warme summers 
 more then he should. 
 
 Kitig. Nay, my mad Lord Maior, that shall be thy name, 
 If any grace of mine can length thy life, 130 
 
 One honour more He do thee: that new building, 
 Which at thy cost in Cornehill is erected, 
 Shall take a name from vs; weele haue it cald 
 The Leadenhall, because in digging it 
 You found the lead that couereth the same. 135 
 
 Eyre. I thanke your Maiestie. 
 
 Wife. God blesse your Grace! 
 
 Kiiig. Lincolne, a word with you ! 
 
 Enter Hodge, Fikke, Rafe, arid more shoomakers. 
 
 Eyre. How now, my mad knaues? Peace, speake softly, 
 yonder is the king. 140 
 
 King. With the olde troupe which there we keepe in pay, 
 We wil incorporate a new supply. 
 Before one summer more passe ore my head, 
 France shal repent, England was iniured. 
 What are all those? 145 
 
 117. Otley C. — 122. so much Fr. , but Where may be pronounced 
 as a disyllabic. — 123. this\ his B. — 124. IMS'] the DE. — 125. fauour C. 
 — I II. honor C. — 138. Stage-dir. ^ea/^ om. BCDE. — 145. ar<f /Aoj<f CDE. 
 
76 THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. [V, 5. 
 
 Hans. All shoemakers, my Liege, 
 
 Sometimes my fellowes; in their companies 
 I liude as merry as an emperor. 
 
 King. My mad Lord Mayor, are all these shoemakers? 
 
 Eyre. All shooemakers, my Liege; all gentlemen of the 
 150 Gentle Craft, true Troians, couragious Cordwainers ; they all 
 kneele to the shrine of holy Saint Hugh. 
 
 All shoemakers. God saue your maisty ! 
 
 King. Mad Simon, would they anything with vs? 
 
 Eyre. Mum, mad knaues! Not a word! He doot; I war- 
 155 rant you. They are all beggars, my Liege; all for them- 
 selues, and I for them all, on both my knees do intreate, 
 that for the honor of poore Simon Eyre and the good of 
 his brethren, these mad knaues, your Grace would vouchsafe 
 some priuilege to my new Leden-hall, that it may be 
 160 lawful! for vs to buy and sell leather there two dayes a 
 weeke. 
 
 King. Mad Sim, I grant your suite, you shall haue patent 
 To hold two market -dayes in Leden-hall, 
 Mondayes and Fridayes, those shal be the times. 
 165 Will this content you? 
 
 All. lesus blesse your Grace ! 
 
 Eyre. In the name of these my poore brethren shoemakers, 
 I most humbly thanke your Grace. But before I rise, seeing 
 you are in the Giuing vaine and we in the Begging, graunt 
 170 Sim Eyre one boone more. 
 
 King. What is it, my Lord Maior? 
 
 Eyre. Vouchsafe to taste of a poore banquet that standes 
 sweetely waiting for your sweete presence. 
 
 King. I shall vndo thee, Eyre, only with feasts; 
 175 Already haue I beene too troublesome; 
 Say, haue I not? 
 
 Eyre. O my deere king, Sim Eyre was taken vnawares 
 
 146. company E, — 150, Troyans CDE. — 152. All. God saue your 
 maisty, all shoomaker AB; Majesty DE. — 155- beggers CDE. — 156. intreat 
 CD. — 159. priviledge C. — l6l. in a week CDE. — 162. patten B. — 
 163. Leaden- Hall CDE. — 169. veine CDE. — 172. that's sweetly waiting 
 BCDE. ~ 174. feasts'] this BCDE. — 177. O my dear {deare DE) king. 
 Sim Eyre cannot think {thinke C, say DE) so; BCDE- 
 
V, 5-] THE SHOEMAKERS HOLIDAY. 77 
 
 vpon a day of shrouing, which I promist long ago to the 
 prentises of London. 
 
 For, and't please your Highnes, in time past, 180 
 
 1 bare the water -tankerd, and my coate 
 
 Sits not a whit the worse vpon my backe; 
 
 And then, vpon a morning, some mad boyes, 
 
 It was Shrouetuesday, eeune as tis now, 
 Gaue me my breakfast, and I swore then by the stopple of 185 
 my tankerd, if euer I came to be Lord Maior of London, I 
 would feast all the prentises. This day, my Liege, I did it, 
 and the slaues had an hundred tables fiue times couered ; they 
 are gone home and vanisht; 
 
 Yet adde more honour to the Gentle Trade, IQO 
 
 Taste of Eyres banquet, Simon's happie made. 
 King. Eyre, I wil taste of thy banquet, and wil say, 
 I haue not met more pleasure on a day. 
 Friends of the Gentle Craft, thankes to you al, 
 Thankes, my kind Ladie Mairesse, for our cheere. — 195 
 
 Come, Lordes, a while lets reuel it at home! 
 When all our sports and banquetings are done, 
 Warres must right wrongs which Frenchmen haue begun. 
 
 \Exeu7it. 
 
 178 seqq. upon a day of shroving "which I promised (promist CDE) to all 
 the merry prentices (prentises DE) of London ; for andH (an't CDE) please 
 you, when I was prentice (prentise DE) / hare etc. BCDE. Probably, the 
 whole speech of Eyre was originally written in verse. — 187. all om. CDE. — 
 \<^0. honour'\ glory QYi^. — 1 90, 191. Printed as prose in AB. — 192. Eyre 
 om. CDE. — 197. sportes'\ words BCDE; banquettings C; sports and 
 om. E. — 198. Warres'\ We BCDE; {^Exeimt?^ om. CDE. 
 
 The End. 
 
NOTES. 
 
 Pag. I . The art of shoemaking has been dignified with the title 
 of 'the Gentle Craft', probably because the popular saints of the 
 shoemakers, S. Crispin and S. Crispianus, are said to have been of 
 noble birth, and even of royal blood. 
 
 Pag. 2. Roger, Eyre's journeyman, is in the course of the play 
 sometimes called Hodge, the latter being a diminutive form of Roger ; 
 cp. Butler's Hudibras, Part 11, Canto III, where Old Roger Bacon 
 is called Old Hodge Bacon. Mr. Fritsche, therefore, is mistaken 
 in supposing Roger and Hodge to be different persons. Nor does 
 it appear from the play that Lovell is nephew to the Earl of 
 Lincoln, as Mr. Fritsche describes him. 
 
 Pag. 3. 2 seqq. The somewhat irregular construction of the pas- 
 sage seems to be : a Comedie , acted before the Queenes Maiestie, (and) 
 graciously accepted by her Hightiesse for the mirth and pleasant matter. 
 We have therefore thought it necessary to write Maiestie, for instead 
 of Maiestie. For (Qq. and Edd.). 
 
 ib. 17. Three -mens -song, a song or catch for three voices; cp. 
 Three-?nan-song-7}ieti Shak. Wint. IV. 3. 45. A six- mens -sotig is allud- 
 ed to in Percy's Reliques, vol, II, p. 20 (Ed. Tauchnitz). 
 
 Pag. 4. 2. Saint Hugh. Sir Hugh, the son of a king of Britain, 
 had, according to legend, become a shoemaker. In the time of Dio- 
 cletian he was prosecuted for his faith, and finally put to death. 
 While he was in prison, the journeymen -shoemakers were constant 
 in their attentions to him, so that he wanted for nothing. In 
 requital of their kindness, he bequeathed his bones to them, having 
 nothing else to leave them. The shoemakers, consequently, stole 
 the skeleton from the gibbet, and in order to turn the bones into 
 profit and to avoid suspicion, they made them into tools (S. Hugh's 
 bones). See the interesting little book : Delightful history of the 
 Gentle Craft by Sam. S. Campion. Northampton, 1876. 
 
Ad I.] NOTES. 79 
 
 P(Jg. 5. 8. (/cnc/ie it i. e. sing the burden of the ^owg dotvn-a 
 -doivn &c. 
 
 12. i'?/«,i^ covipasse gentle ioy Qq. and Edd. Perhaps: Spectators, 
 embrace gentle joy, i. e. be merry and cheerful. 
 
 ACT I. 
 
 I, 27. ifiibezeld. To embezzle, spelled also imbecile, to waste, to 
 dissipate in extravagance. Cp. Dryden, Persius' Sat.: 
 Whe?i thou hast embezzled all thy store, 
 Wher's all thy father left? 
 
 I, 54. Deepe, i, e. Dieppe. 
 
 I, 5Q. Tiittle -fields, i. e. Tothill- fields. 
 
 I, 77. painted, decked with artificial colours, false. 
 
 I, 88. of France. The conjecture, proposed in the Athenaeum 
 No. 1837 (Ian. 10, 1863), to read fwie for Frajice , seems not to 
 be called for. 
 
 I, go. Portugues, a gold coin worth about three pounds twelve 
 shillings. See Ben lonson, Alchemist, I. i ; ed. Cunningham, vol. II, 
 p. 17 b. 
 
 I, 125. pishery-pasherie. Cp. the similar expressions bihble 
 -babble, gibhle - gabble , prittle- prattle, tividdle - tivaddle , all meaning 
 nonsensical talk. 
 
 ib. of the best presence. Cp. Shak. Per. I. i. g is't not a goodly 
 presence f^German: Erscheinung). 
 
 I, I2g. zvith the mealy mouth, mealy, soft as covered with meal; 
 a mealy mouth, a voluble tongue. 
 
 I, 138. corjnorajit. Quibble with colonel. 
 
 I, 146. occupied. For the indecent meaning of the word, cp. 
 Shak. 2 H. IV., II. 4. 160 seqq : 'These villai7is ivill make the word 
 [i. e. captaiii\ as odious as the word 'occupy , ivhich was an excellent 
 good word, before it was ill sorted.^ 
 
 1 , 161. your pols and your edipolls. We regret to have to 
 state that we have not been able to find out the exact meaning 
 of this expression. 
 
 1, 162. Midaffe, either a corrupt spelling for midwife, term of 
 contempt for a woman, or the same as midriff e, s. 1. 137. 
 
 ib. Cisly Bumtrincket , a ludicrous denomination of a woman. 
 It occurs again, used of a maid -servant II. 3. 36. Cp., besides, 
 III. 4. 36 / must enlarge my bumme. 
 
 I, 165. Too soone, my fine Firk, too soone I Perhaps: Again 
 you interrrupt me too soon ! 
 
 I, 170. Termagant 'an imaginary God of the Mahometans, 
 represented as a most violent character in old Miracle -plays and 
 Moralities.' Schmidt, Shakespeare - Lexicon, s. v. 
 
8o NOTES. [Aa I. 
 
 I, 171. by the Lord of Ludgaie. Qy.: Did the hangman 
 live at Ludgate? 
 
 I, 181. The common contempt and ill treatment which sol- 
 diers meet with, shall not affect him. 
 
 I, 188. weake vessels, i. e. women, as often in Shakespeare. 
 
 I, 2IO. Cp. Shak. Cor. I. 5. 5, 6 that do prize their hours At a 
 cracked drachvi. 
 
 ib. mustard tokens, litt. spots on the body, as yellow as mustard 
 and denoting the infection of the plague. Cp. the use of the 
 German Pestbeule. 
 
 ACT II. 
 
 I, 5. coronet i. e. garland. 
 
 I, 18. Lady of the Haruest, cp. First Three -mans Song, 1. 4 
 Sweete Peg, thou shalt be my Summers Queene. 
 
 I, 26. out of cry i. e. so that it cannot be called, out of esti- 
 mation, wondrous. 
 
 I, -^2. mary gup. Perhaps corrupted from Marry, come up, s. 
 Shak. Rom. II. 5. 64, Per. IV. 6. 159, or a senseless exclamation, 
 like mary foh. 
 
 I, 40. Qy. : 171 thy gaskins? 
 
 1, 43. go by, leronimo, go by! A phrase, taken from Kyd's 
 Spanish Tragedy (Not 1 Hieronimo, beware, go by, go by!) and used 
 as a sort of i,jioa, jcrsQOtv by Elizabethan writers. Cp. Shak. Shr. 
 Ind. I. 8 Go by, Saint leronimy, and Webster and Dekker, West- 
 ward Hoe : she^s like a play ; if neiv, very good cojupany; but if stale, 
 like old feronimo, go by, go by! 
 
 I, 44 seqq. Cp. Middleton's Works, ed. Dyce, vol. U, p. 78: Some 
 foolish words she hath passed to you in the country, and some peevish 
 debts you oive here in the city; set the hares head to the goose -giblet, 
 release you her of her words, and I'll release you of your debts, sir.' 
 
 I, 51. goe snicke up, i. e. go and be hanged. Nares felt 
 inclined to derive the word from 'his neck up'; more probably 
 snick only conveys the idea of quick motion; cp. L. Germ, schnicken 
 to move quickly, and s. Weigand II, 612. Generally, the phrase 
 is go snicke up; but cp. Shak. Tw. 11. 3. loi : We did keep time, 
 sir, in our catches. Sneck up. See the ed. of W. A. Wright (Clar. 
 Press Series) , note ad loc. , p. 112. 
 
 3, 4. powder -beef e-queane, a woman who sells powdered or 
 salted beef, cp. 1. 18 sowce-wife. 
 
 3, 10. speake bandog and bedlam, you are as loud as a fierce 
 bandog, or as a lunatic. 
 
.](■/ II.] NOTES. 8 1 
 
 3, 1 8. sou'ce-7vife, a woman whose business it was to clean 
 and pickle pigs' faces. 
 
 3, 42 seqq. 'There was a boor from Gelderland, — Merry they 
 are; — He was as drunken he could not stand, - Drunken (?) 
 they are. — Fill the can, — Drink, fair man.' The puzzling 
 upsolcc (1. 45) is perhaps the same as ttpsee Dutch, i. e. intoxicated 
 (s. Nares s. v.). Hoffmann von Fallersleben emends the lines in 
 this way : 
 
 Daer ivas een boer van Gelderhini, 
 
 Vrolijkeit si bi hem! 
 Hi ivas dronken, hi en cost' niel slacn, 
 
 Ahsoltitie si bi hem! 
 Tap eens het canneken, 
 Drink schone manneken! 
 
 (S. EIze, Die Engl. Sprache und Literatur in Deutschland, p. 18). 
 
 ib. bombast- cotten- candle -qiieafie. Though we may understand 
 compositions as bombast- queane , or cotten-qiieane , yet we are quite 
 at a loss as to candle - queane , unless we are allowed to suppose 
 candle to be another spelling for kendal f= Kendal- greene). 
 
 3, 50. vplandish, prop, belonging to the uplands, rustic; stranger. 
 
 3, 55 seqq. jNIrs. Eyre's words have of course an ironical sense. 
 
 3, 57. butter-boxe, term of contempt for a Dutchman; s. III. i. 
 146 seq. ; it occurs again IV. 5. 44. 
 
 3, 66 seq. Servants, journeymen &c. were generally hired at 
 St. Paul's; cp. Shak. 2 H. IV., I. 2. 58: / bought him in Paul's, and 
 he'll buy me a horse in Smithfield. 
 
 3, 73. gallimafrie, 'a hash of various kinds of meat' Webster. 
 
 3, 76. 'Good day, master, and your wife also.' 
 
 3, 80. 'Yes, yes, I am a shoemaker.' 
 
 3, 82. S. Hugh's bones are enumerated in the following lines, 
 quoted by Campion, 1. c, p. 35 : 
 
 My friends, I pray you listen to me, 
 
 And mark what S. Hugh's Bones shall be. 
 
 First a Drawer and a Dresser, 
 
 Tivo Wedges, a more attd a lesser: 
 
 A pretty Block three hiches high, 
 
 In fashion squared like a Die, 
 
 Which shall be call'd by proper Name 
 
 A Heel -Block, ah, the very saine: 
 
 A Hatid-leather and Thumb-leather likeivise. 
 
 To pull out Shooethread, we must devise; 
 
 6 
 
82 NOTES. [Ad II. 
 
 T/ie Needle and the Thimble shall not be left alone, 
 
 The Pincers, the Pricking- Aivl, and Rubbing - stone ; 
 
 The Awl, Steel afid Tacks, the sozcn'ng Hairs beside, 
 
 The Stirrop holding fast, ivhile ive sow the Cow-hide, 
 
 The Whetstone, the Stopping - Stick, and the Paring - Knife, 
 
 All this doth belong to a lourney-man^s Life: 
 
 Our Apron is the Shrine to tvrap these Boties in; 
 
 Thus shroud we S. HugKs Bones in a gentle Lamb's Skin. 
 
 3, 86. 'Yes, yes, be not afraid. 1 have all the things, to 
 make shoes, great and small.' 
 
 3, 93- 'I do not know what you say; I do not understand you.' 
 
 3, g6. 'Yes, yes, I can well do so.' 
 
 3, io6. trullibub = trollop, a slattern, a slut. 
 
 3, 113. an heele-hlock, often mentioned among S. Hugh's 
 bones, s. ad 1. 82. Perhaps the block of wood on which the shoe 
 was laid to hammer on the heel. 
 
 3, 114. 'Oh, 1 understand you; I must pay half a dozen cans; 
 here, boy, take this shilling, tap once freely.' 
 
 3, 118. my last of the fives. Perhaps a particular term of the 
 play, called the fives (?). 
 
 3, 125. Clapper - dudgeofi. Nares : 'A cant term for a beggar. 
 Probably derived from the custom of clapping a dish.' \Clapdish 
 'a wooden dish carried by beggars, with a movable cover, which 
 they clapped and clattered to show that it was empty.'] Sim Eyre 
 calls his wife so for 'her mealy mouth that will never tire'. 
 
 3, 127. dinger, conger (/o/zpoc) = sea -eel. 
 
 4, 6, take soile, a hunting term, prop, to resort to a marshy 
 place (Fr. souille); thence, to take refuge anywhere. 
 
 4, 7. embost, panting and foaming from exertion. Cp. Shak. 
 Shr. Ind. I. 17 the poor cur is embossed; Ant. IV. 13. 3 the boar of 
 Thessaly was never so sfubossed; Milton, Sams. Ag. 1699 As a dis- 
 mayed deer in chase embost. 
 
 5, 2. C'pon some no and Cpon some 1 (perhaps better printed 
 Upofi some, no and Upori some, J) seem to have been modish 
 expressions of assertion, formed after upon my word, upon my 
 honour etc. 
 
 ACT III. 
 
 I, I seqq. 'I shall tell you what, Hans; this ship that has come 
 from Candia, is all full, by God's sacrament, of sugar, civet, almonds, 
 cambric, and all things, a thousand thousand things. Take it, 
 
Ac/ III.] NOTES. 83 
 
 Hans, take it for )our master. There are the bills of lading. Your 
 master Simon Eyre shall have good buying. What do you say, 
 Hans?' 
 
 1 , 9 seqq. ' My dear brother Firk , bring master Eyre to the 
 Swan ; there you will find this shipper and me. What do you say, 
 brother Firk? Do it, Hodge. Come, shipper.' There were at 
 that time two inns called the Swan in London, the one at Dowgate, 
 the other in Old -Fish -Street. Cp. Drake, II, p. 133. 
 
 I, 25. h'ke S. Mary Overies bels. 'East from the Bishop of 
 Winchesters house, directly ouer- against it, stands a fair church 
 called St. Mary over the Rie, or Overie,^that is, over the water.' 
 Stow's Survey of London (ed. William I. Thorns, London 1876), 
 p. 151. 
 
 I, 29. Sauce = sauciness, Halliwell, Diet. 
 
 I, 47. 'The odd saying "a shoemaker's son is a prince born" 
 may be held to be verified by the birth of a son to the legendary 
 Prince Crispin and the Princess Ursula.' Delightful History, 1. c, p. 32. 
 
 I, 53. a ve7inentorie = an inventory. 
 
 I, 61. Finsbury. 'A manor, north of Moorfields, famous for 
 the exercise of archers. B. lonson, Bartholomew - Fair : Nay, sir, 
 stafid not you fix'd here, like a stake in Finsbury, to he shot at.' 
 Nares. 
 
 I, 66. Tamiikin, a female Christian name, which sometimes 
 occurs; cp. History of Tannakin Shinker (Lowndes, ed. Bohn, 
 p. 2383, s. V. Shinker). Perhaps a diminutive form of Anne. 
 
 I, 67. Eastcheape. 'Little East Cheape, chiefely inhabited by 
 basket-makers, turners, and butchers.' Stow, 1. c, p. 79. 
 
 I, 81. No more, Madge, no ynore. Mrs. Eyre, hearing her 
 husband ask for the odd ten, must be supposed to frown and 
 look angry again. Fearing lest she should pour out again the 
 phials of her wrath. Eyre tries to calm her by saying: No more, 
 Madge, no more. 
 
 1 , 1 04. Ske/lum Skanderbag. Skel/um, Germ. Scheltn, a scoundrel. 
 Skanderbag or rather Scander Beg (i. e. Lord Alexander) is the 
 name given by the Turks to lohn Kastriota, the Albanian hero. 
 Descending from the ancient kings of Albania, Scanderbeg freed 
 his country from the yoke of the Turks, whose terror he was 
 during a space of twenty -three years (1443 — 1467). The Turks 
 deterred his bones, dealt them, and kept them as amulets. Cp. 
 Childe Harold's Pilgrimage II. 38. i (ed. Darmesteter, p. 90). 
 
 I, 105. Firk means a ship from Cyprus and Candy and laden 
 with silk and sugar. 
 
 I, 112. beaten da/naske. Cp. beateti silk Marlowe, Dr. Faustus 
 sc. IV, 1. 17. What means the epithet beaten? 
 
 6* 
 
84 NOTES. [Aci III. 
 
 I, 113. Firk, assisting Sim Eyre in putting on the cassock 
 and gown (1. 109), handles the clothes a little too roughly, and is 
 checked by his master with the words : Soft, Firk ; take care that 
 you do not rear the nap of the cloth, and that you do not make 
 my garments look threadbare. 
 
 I, 117. giiie you the wal , \. e. give you precedence, Cp. 
 Shak. Rom. I. i. 15 / ivill take the ivall of any man or maid. 
 
 I, I29seqq. 'Good day, master. This is the shipper that has 
 the ship of merchandize; the commodity is good; take it, master, 
 take it.' 
 
 I, 134 seqq. 'The sjfip is on the river; there are sugar, civet, 
 almonds, cambric, and a thousand thousand things, by God's 
 sacrament; take it, master: you shall have good buying.' 7'euere, 
 Dutch revier, French rivih-e. 
 
 1, 142. 'Yes, yes, I have drunk much.' 
 
 2, g. Qy: l)ut no man? 
 
 3, 24. to fond mj' lone on, i. e. to dote on. Cp. Shak. Tw. II. 
 2. 35 And I, poor ?nonster, fond as mnch on him. 
 
 3, 56. mammet, or ma-cvrnet, from Mahomet, a puppet. 
 
 4, 9. Mrs. Eyre, of course, means to say the contrar}-. 
 4, 22i. 'I thank you, mistress.' 
 
 4, 28. hacke-friend , lit. a friend who stands at one's back, so 
 that in case of need he does not act as a friend; tlience, a false 
 friend. 
 
 4, 29. 'Yes, I shall, mistress.' 
 
 4, ^2. The corked shooes were high -heeled and continued 
 in fashion amongst the ladies the greater part of the seventeenth 
 century. Del. Hist., p. 57. 
 
 4, 39. Roger compares the flaps of the hood to the boards 
 of a pillory, [pillory, 'a frame of wood erected on posts, with 
 movable boards and holes, through which the head and hands of 
 a criminal were formerly put to punish him.' Webster, s. v.]. 
 
 4, 48. a f/iaske. Cp. Shak. Gentl. IV. 4. 157 — 159: 
 Bill since she did neglect her looking-glass, 
 And threw her sun- expelling mask aivay. 
 The air hath starv'd the roses in her cheeks. 
 
 4, 54. 'I am merry; may you be so' (iasst euch so sein). 
 
 4, 89. ka 7ne, ka thee, a proverbial phrase, the origin of which 
 is not quite clear. ^ Ka me, ka thee, one good turne asketh another' 
 Hey wood's Poems (qu. by Nares). Cp. Claw me and He claw thee. 
 
 4, 115. smugge up, to render spruce, trim. 
 
 4, 125. 'Yes, my master is the great man, tlie sheriff.' 
 
Aci IV.] NOTES. 85 
 
 4, 132. / swf/ the. Rose. 'The throe - farthing silver- pieces of 
 Queen Ehzabeth had the profile of the sovereign with a rose at 
 the back of her head.' Dyce, note to King lohn I. 143. 
 4, i3g. 'See, my dear brother, here comes my master.' 
 4, 143. The flaps of the French hood are compared to a 
 shoulder of mutton ; cp. I. 39. 
 
 4, 1 48. for hventie, i. e. for the twenty Portuguese you lent me. 
 
 5, 18. /iiiniiu- , homy is used as a fond compellation also by 
 Shak. Oth., II. I. 206. 
 
 5, 21. Hit, ha, ha may either be what Prof. Elze calls a 
 'prosodical triplet,' i. c. three syllables Spoken in the time of two 
 (S. Kolbing, Engl. Studien IX. 267, 1885), or may be considered 
 as the expression of a burst of laughter and stand for one syllable. 
 
 5, 27, 28. Better printed as prose; cp. IV. 5. 34, 35. 
 
 5, 65. T thank you, good maid.' frister, lit. a maid who is 
 to be engaged (Freierin); maid. 
 
 5, 75. tickle it. The same expression occurs IV. 2. 7; and 
 cp. Shak. Troil., V. 2. 177. 
 
 ACT IV. 
 
 1, 69. T believe you behave yourself constant.' 
 
 2, II — 13. 'Forward, Firke, thou art a jolly youngster. Hark, 
 ay, master, I pray you, cut me a pair of vampres for Master 
 leffrey's boots.' 
 
 2, 12. vampres, usually zmnps , upper -leather of a shoe. As 
 the word is derived from Fr. avant-pied, it seems not to be neces- 
 sary to introduce, as Mr. Fritsche does, vamps into the text. 
 
 2, 18. counterfeits l) vamps; 2) false coin. 
 
 2, 57. 'What do you want (was begehrt ihr), what do you 
 wish, frister?' 
 
 2, 60. 'Where is your noble lady, where is your mistress?' 
 
 2, 65. / haue a tricke in my budget, i. e. I have a trick in 
 petto, I intend to play a trick. 
 
 2, 67. 'Yes, yes, I shall go with you.' 
 
 2, 68. make haste again, c\t. haste you again, Shak. All's. II. 2. 74. 
 
 3, 31. At Saint Faiths Chtirch, under Paules. 'At the west 
 end of this lesus chapel, under the choir of Paules, also was a 
 parish church of St. Faith, commonly called St. Faith under Paul's, 
 which served for the stationers and others dwelling in Paule's 
 churchyard, Paternoster road, and the places near adjoining.' Stow, 
 1. c, p. 123. 
 
 3, 70. Cripple- gates. 'Cripplegate, a place, saith mine author 
 (lohn Lidgate) , so called of cripples begging there: at which gate, 
 
86 NOTES. [Ac/ IV. 
 
 it was said, the body (of King Edmond the Martyr) entering, 
 miracles were wrought, as some of the lame to go upright, praising 
 God.' Stow, p. 13. 
 
 3, 72. Cp. Shak. Merch. II. g. 83: Hanging and wiving goes 
 by destiny. 
 
 4, 30, 31. 'Indeed, mistress, 'tis a good shoe; it shall well do it, 
 or you shall not p.ay.' As to do it cp. Shak. Lr. W. 6. 90: this 
 piece of toasted cheese will do't. 
 
 4' 36» Zl' *Yes, yes, I know that well; indeed, it is a good 
 shoe, 'tis made of neat's leather; look here (?), sir.' 
 
 5, 8. Constr.: \had'\ drawn \hini\ to it. 
 
 5, 47. honnikin. Cp. poor honey, stupid fellow, simpleton. 
 
 5, 70. Sit your worship merie. Cp. Rest you merry, Shak. Rom. I. 
 2. 65, 86. 
 
 5, 84. The same expression occurs V, 5. 29. 
 
 5, 85. digger, lit. one who digs, i. e. one who sounds (or 
 'pumps') another person. 
 
 5, 96. The words in a new paire of strechers must be sup- 
 posed to be spoken aside, stretcher, an outstretching of the truth, 
 a lie. 
 
 5, 106. Pitchers have ears. The same proverbial phrase occurs 
 in Shak. Shr. IV. 4. 52; R. III., II. 4. 37. 
 
 5, no. firkin, a measure, the fourth part of a barrel. 
 
 5, 113. 'London Stone, now cased and preserved in the wall 
 of St. Swithin's Church , Cannon Street , to which it was removed 
 from the opposite side of the way, was the centre from which the 
 great roads radiated (i. e. the great military roads of the Romans) ' 
 G. R. Emerson: London, How the Great City Grew, London 1862, 
 p. 9 seq. 
 
 ib. Pissing-Conduit. 'A small conduit near the Royal Exchange, 
 so called in contempt, or jocularity, from its running with a small 
 stream.' Nares. Cp. The Pissing-conduit run nothing but claret ivine- 
 Shak. 2 H. VI., IV. 6. 3. 
 
 5, 122. incony, which occurs in Shak. L. L. L. III. 136 and 
 IV. I, 144, is explained by Nares = sweet, pretty, delicate. Here 
 it seems to be = happy. 
 
 5, 137. They meane to fall to their hey -passe and repasse. 'You 
 must also haue your words of art, certaine strange wordes, that it 
 may not only breed the more admiration to the people, but lead 
 away the eye from espying ner of your conveyance , while you may 
 induce the mind to conceive, and suppose that you deale with 
 Spirits: and such kind of sentences, and od speeches, are used in 
 diuers manners fitting and correspondent to the action and feat 
 that you go about. As Hey Fortuna, Furia, numquam. Credo, passe 
 
. hi v.] NOTES. 87 
 
 pass^, when come you, Sirrah? or this way hey lack, come aloft for 
 thy maisfers aduantage, passe and he gone, or otherwise, as Altf 
 Cast/: zaze, Hit, metme/tal, Saturnus , lupiter , Mars, Sol, Venus, 
 Mercury, Luna? or thus Drocti, Micocti, et Senarocti, Vein ba recti, 
 Asmarocti, Ronnsee, Faronnsee, hey passe passe: many such obserua- 
 tions to this art are necessary, without which all the rest are little 
 to the purpose.' The Art of lugling or Legerdemain. By S. R. 
 London, Printed by George Eld, 1614, p. 10. For more instances 
 see Marlowe's Dr. Faustus, ed. Ward, note to sc. XI, 1. 58. 
 
 5, 153. napping, i. e. kidnapping; cp. to knab, to lay hold of, 
 or apprehend. 
 
 5, 161 seqq. In German: 'Ach, ach — Jetzt, ihr Miidchen, 
 haltet Stand ! — Denn jetzt werden in diesem Durcheinander — 
 Hemden (i. e. Madchen) in die Briiche gehen.' 
 
 ACT V. 
 
 I, 5. Away ivi/h these iffes and ands, Hans. Cf. The Spanish 
 Tragedy (London 1618), Act II (Dodsley, Old Plays, ed. Hazlilt, 
 vol. V, p. 40) : 
 
 Pedringano. If Madame Belimpcria be in love — 
 Lorenzo. What, villaine, ifs and ands? 
 Pedringano. Oh, stay, my Lord! she loves Horatio. 
 
 I, 13, vah, a term used in music, = go on, continue. It. va, 
 Fr. va. 
 
 I, 2^. pie-crust cater, cp. beef -eater (for buffetier). 
 
 1, 45. the mad Cappadocians. St. George, the patron of England, 
 is said to have been from Cappadocia. 
 
 ib. Conduit. Nares, s. v. Tankard -bearer: 'While London was 
 imperfectly supplied with water, this very necessary oflice (of fet- 
 ching water from the conduits or pumps in the streets) was per- 
 formed by menial servants , or water - bearers ; and in the families 
 of tradesmen, by their apprentices. . . . These tankard - bearers, 
 often assembling at the conduit in considerable numbers, were 
 obliged to wait patiently each for his turn to draw the water.' 
 
 2, 4. a king of spades, roi de piques. 
 
 2, 31. Cry clubs for prentises. 'In any public affray, the cry 
 was Clubs, clubs I by way of calling forth persons (particularly the 
 London 'prentices) with clubs to part the combatants' [or to assist 
 one party]. Nares. 
 
 2, 71. appurtenances, a law-term, that which belongs to some- 
 thing else; here the clothes and trinkets of lane. 
 
 2, 74. Perhaps the 'blue -coats' were presented with new 
 liveries on S. George's day. Cp. Nares s. v. S. George. 
 
 2, 93. pelfe, i. e. rubbish, money. 
 
88 NOTES. \'Ad V. 
 
 2, 153. /acdt' vuiltoti. This passage corroborates Al, Schmidt's 
 opinion (Shakespeare -Lexicon, s. v.), that laced mutton is not a cant 
 term for prostitute, but only = woman's flesh, a petticoat, a smock. 
 
 2, 175. lambde. to lavih apparently means to treat somebody 
 as a sheep, as a simpleton. 
 
 2, 187. 'Shrove -Tuesday, at whose entrance in the morning 
 all the whole kingdom is unquiet, but by that time the clocke 
 strikes eleven, which (by the help of a knavish sexton) is commonly 
 before nine, then there is a bell rung, cal'd pancake- bell , the 
 sound whereof makes thousands of people distracted, and forget- 
 ful either of manners or humanitie.' lohn Taylor, quoted by Drake, 
 Shakespeare and his Times, I, 151 seqq. — The_^Monday, preceding 
 Shrove -Tuesday, was called Collop- Monday, from collop (1. 206), a 
 piece of salted and dried meat. 
 
 3, 10. / am cvith child, i. e. I am anxious, impatient. 
 
 4, 26. Eastcheapc, See note to III. i. 67. 
 
 4, 51. ivhitepot 'a kind of food made of milk, cream, eggs 
 and sugar, baked in a pot' Webster. 
 
 4, 55. Miniver, ermine, the fur of the ermine. 
 
 4, 56. partleis, bands or collars for the neck; your JJeivcs and 
 your 'chirligigs, ludicrous allusion to Mrs. Eyre's loquacity. 
 
 4, 57. rub, that which hinders motion or progress^ obstacle. 
 
 4, 58. Sultan Solifuan. An allusion to Kyd's Soliman and 
 Perseda, published in 1599. Marlowe's Tamburlaine was published 
 in 1590. 
 
 5, 85. cvooe, l) to solicit, 2) to court. 
 
 5, 134. Leadenhall. According to Stow, 'Leadenhall belonged 
 in 1309 to Sir Hugh Nevill ; in the year 1408, Robert Rikeden, 
 of Essex, and Margaret, his Wife, confirmed to Richard Whittington, 
 and other citizens of London, the said manor of Leadenhall. And 
 in the year 141 1, the said Whittington and other confirmed the 
 same to the mayor and commonalty of London, whereby it came 
 to the possession of the city. Then in the year 1443, the 21st 
 of Henry VL, lohn Hatherley, mayor, purchased licence of the said 
 king to take up two hundred fother of lead, for the building of 
 water conduits, a common granary, and the cross in West Cheape, 
 more richly, for the honour of the city. In the year next following, 
 the parson and parish of St. Dunston, in the east of London, seeing 
 the famous and mighty man (for the words be in the grant, cum 
 noLilis et potens vir,) Simon Eyre, citizen of London, among other 
 his works of piety, effectually determined to erect and build a 
 certain granary upon the soil of the same city at Leadenhall, of 
 his own charges, for the common utility of the said city, to the 
 amplifying and enlarging of the said granary, granted to Henry 
 
Ar/ v.] NOTES. Sg 
 
 Frowike, then mayor, the aldermen and commonalty, and their 
 successors for ever, all their tenements, with the appurtenances, 
 sometime called the Horsemill, in Grasse street, for the annual 
 rent of four pounds. Also certain evidences of an alley and 
 tenements pertaining to the Horsemill adjoining to the said Leaden- 
 hall in Grasse street, given by William Kingstone, fishmonger, unto 
 the parish church of St. Peter upon Cornehill, do specify the said 
 granary to be built by the said honourable and famous merchant, 
 Simon Eyre, sometime an upholsterer, and then a draper, in the 
 year 15 19. He built it of squared stone, in form as now it show- 
 eth, with a fair and large chapel in the east side of the quadrant, 
 oyer the porch of which he caused to be written, Dextra Domini 
 exaltavit TueJ Cp. , besides, the passages referring to Simon Eyre's 
 life in our Introduction. 
 
Ehrh. Karras, Printer, Halle. 
 
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