Fiction > Harvard Classics > Thomas Dekker > The Shoemaker’s Holiday
Thomas Dekker (1570–1632).  The Shoemaker’s Holiday.
The Harvard Classics.  1909–14.
Scene III
Enter the LORD MAYOR and Master SCOTT 1

  L. MAYOR.  Good Master Scott, I have been bold with you,
To be a witness to a wedding-knot
Betwixt young Master Hammon and my daughter.
O, stand aside; see where the lovers come.        4
Enter Master HAMMON and ROSE

  ROSE.  Can it be possible you love me so?
No, no, within those eyeballs I espy
Apparent likelihoods of flattery.
Pray now, let go my hand.        8
  HAM.        Sweet Mistress Rose,
Misconstrue not my words, nor misconceive
Of my affection, whose devoted soul
Swears that I love thee dearer than my heart.        12
  ROSE.  As dear as your own heart? I judge it right,
Men love their hearts best when th’are out of sight.
  HAM.  I love you, by this hand.
  ROSE.        Yet hands off now!        16
If flesh be frail, how weak and frail’s your vow!
  HAM.  Then by my life I swear.
  ROSE.        Then do not brawl;
One quarrel loseth wife and life and all.        20
Is not your meaning thus?
  HAM.  In faith, you jest.
  ROSE.  Love loves to sport; therefore leave love, y’are best.
  L. MAYOR.  What? square 2 they, Master Scott?        24
  SCOTT.        Sir, never doubt,
Lovers are quickly in, and quickly out.
  HAM.  Sweet Rose, be not so strange in fancying me.
Nay, never turn aside, shun not my sight:        28
I am not grown so fond, to fond 3 my love
On any that shall quit it with disdain;
If you will love me, so—if not, farewell.
  L. MAYOR.  Why, how now, lovers, are you both agreed?        32
  HAM.  Yes, faith, my lord.
  L. MAYOR.        ’Tis well, give me your hand.
Give me yours, daughter.—How now, both pull back!
What means this, girl?        36
  ROSE.        I mean to live a maid.
  HAM.  But not to die one; pause, ere that be said.  Aside.
  L. MAYOR.  Will you still cross me, still be obstinate?
  HAM.  Nay, chide her not, my lord, for doing well;        40
If she can live an happy virgin’s life,
’Tis far more blessed than to be a wife.
  ROSE.  Say, sir, I cannot: I have made a vow,
Whoever be my husband, ’tis not you.        44
  L. MAYOR.  Your tongue is quick; but Master Hammon, know,
I bade you welcome to another end.
        What, would you have me pule and pine and pray,
  With ‘lovely lady,’ ‘mistress of my heart,’
‘Pardon your servant,’ and the rhymer play,
  Railing on Cupid and his tyrant’s-dart;
Or shall I undertake some martial spoil,        48
Wearing your glove at tourney and at tilt,
And tell how many gallants I unhors’d—
Sweet, will this pleasure you?
  ROSE.        Yea, when wilt begin?        52
What, love rhymes, man? Fie on that deadly sin!
  L. MAYOR.  If you will have her, I’ll make her agree.
  HAM.  Enforced love is worse than hate to me.
[Aside.]  There is a wench keeps shop in the Old Change,        56
To her will I; it is not wealth I seek,
I have enough; and will prefer her love
Before the world.—[Aloud.]  My good lord mayor, adieu.
Old love for me, I have no luck with new.  Exit.        60
  L. MAYOR.  Now, mammet, 4 you have well behav’d yourself,
But you shall curse your coyness if I live.—
Who’s within there? See you convey your mistress
Straight to th’ Old Ford! I’ll keep you straight enough.        64
Fore God, I would have sworn the pulling girl
Would willingly accepted Hammon’s love;
But banish him, my thoughts!—Go, minion, in!  Exit ROSE.
Now tell me, Master Scott, would you have thought        68
That Master Simon Eyre, the shoemaker,
Had been of wealth to buy such merchandise?
  SCOTT.  ’Twas well, my lord, your honour and myself
Grew partners with him; for your bills of lading        72
Shew that Eyre’s gains in one commodity
Rise at the least to full three thousand pound
Besides like gain in other merchandise.
  L. MAYOR.  Well, he shall spend some of his thousands now,        76
For I have sent for him to the Guildhall
Enter EYRE

See, where he comes.—Good morrow, Master Eyre.
  EYRE.  Poor Simon Eyre, my lord, your shoemaker.
  L. MAYOR.  Well, well, it likes 5 yourself to term you so.        80

Now, Master Dodger, what’s the news with you?
  DODGER.  I’d gladly speak in private to your honour.
  L. MAYOR.  You shall, you shall.—Master Eyre and Master Scott,
I have some business with this gentleman;        84
I pray, let me entreat you to walk before
To the Guildhall; I’ll follow presently.
Master Eyre, I hope ere noon to call you sheriff.
  EYRE.  I would not care, my lord, if you might call me King of        88
Spain.—Come, Master Scott.  [Exeunt EYRE and SCOTT.]
  L. MAYOR.  Now, Master Dodger, what’s the news you bring?
  DODGER.  The Earl of Lincoln by me greets your lordship,
And earnestly requests you, if you can,        92
Inform him where his nephew Lacy keeps.
  L. MAYOR.  Is not his nephew Lacy now in France?
  DODGER.  No, I assure your lordship, but disguis’d
Lurks here in London.        96
  L. MAYOR.        London? Is’t even so?
It may be; but upon my faith and soul,
I know not where he lives, or whether he lives:
So tell my Lord of Lincoln.—Lurks in London?        100
Well, Master Dodger, you perhaps my start him;
Be but the means to rid him into France,
I’ll give you a dozen angels 6 for your pains;
So much I love his honour, hate his nephew.        104
And, prithee, so inform thy lord from me.
  DODGER.  I take my leave.  Exit DODGER.
  L. MAYOR.        Farewell, good Master Dodger.
Lacy in London? I dare pawn my life,        108
My daughter knows thereof, and for that cause
Deni’d young Master Hammon in his love.
Well, I am glad I sent her to Old Ford.
Gods Lord, ’tis late; to Guildhall I must hie;        112
I know my brethren stay 7 my company.  Exit.
Note 1. London: a room in the Lord Mayor’s house. [back]
Note 2. Quarrel. [back]
Note 3. Found, set; a pun upon fond. [back]
Note 4. Puppet, doll. [back]
Note 5. Pleases. [back]
Note 6. Coins worth about 10s. each. [back]
Note 7. Wait for. [back]


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