Fiction > Harvard Classics > Thomas Dekker > The Shoemaker’s Holiday
Thomas Dekker (1570–1632).  The Shoemaker’s Holiday.
The Harvard Classics.  1909–14.
Scene V
Enter the LORD MAYOR, [ROSE,] EYRE, MARGERY in a French hood, SYBIL, and other Servants 1

  L. MAYOR.  Trust me, you are as welcome to Old Ford
As I myself.
  MARG.  Truly, I thank your lordship.
  L. MAYOR.  Would our bad cheer were worth the thanks you give.        4
  EYRE.  Good cheer, my lord mayor, fine cheer! A fine house, fine walls, all fine and neat.
  L. MAYOR.  Now, by my troth, I’ll tell thee, Master Eyre,
It does me good, and all my brethren,
That such a madcap fellow as thyself        8
Is ent’red into our society.
  MARG.  Ay, but my lord, he must learn now to put on gravity.
  EYRE.  Peace, Maggy, a fig for gravity! When I go to Guildhall in my scarlet gown, I’ll look as demurely as a saint, and speak as gravely as a justice of peace; but now I am here at Old Ford, at my good lord mayor’s house, let it go by, vanish, Maggy, I’ll be merry; away with flip-flap, these fooleries, these gulleries. What, honey? Prince am I none, yet am I princely born. What says my lord mayor?
  L. MAYOR.  Ha, ha, ha! I had rather than a thousand pounds, I had an heart but half so light as yours.        12
  EYRE.  Why, what should I do, my lord? A pound of care pays not a dram of debt. Hum, let’s be merry, whiles we are young; old age, sack and sugar will steal upon us, ere we be aware.
O the month of May, the merry month of May,
  So frolick, so gay, and so green, so green, so green!
O, and then did I unto my true love say:
  “Sweet Peg, thou shalt be my summer’s queen!
“Now the nightingale, the pretty nightingale,
  The sweetest singer in all the forest’s choir,
Entreats thee, sweet Peggy, to hear thy true love’s tale;
  Lo, yonder she sitteth, her breast against a brier.
“But O, I spy the cuckoo, the cuckoo, the cuckoo;
  See where she sitteth: come away, my joy;
Come away, I prithee: I do not like the cuckoo
  Should sing where my Peggy and I kiss and toy.”
O the month of May, the merry month of May,
  So frolick, so gay, and so green, so green, so green!
And then did I unto my true love say:
  “Sweet Peg, thou shalt be my summer’s queen!”
  L. MAYOR.  It’s well done; Mistress Eyre, pray, give good counsel
To my daughter.
  MARG.  I hope, Mistress Rose will have the grace to take nothing that’s bad.        16
  L. MAYOR.  Pray God she do; for i’ faith, Mistress Eyre,
I would bestow upon that peevish girl
A thousand marks more than I mean to give her
Upon condition she’d be rul’d by me.        20
The ape still crosseth me. There came of late
A proper gentleman of fair revenues,
Whom gladly I would call son-in-law:
But my fine cockney would have none of him.        24
You’ll prove a coxcomb for it, ere you die:
A courtier, or no man must please your eye.
  EYRE.  Be rul’d sweet Rose: th’art ripe for a man. Marry not with a boy that has no more hair on his face than thou hast on thy cheeks. A courtier, wash, go by, stand not upon pishery-pashery: those silken fellows are but painted images, outsides, outsides, Rose; their inner linings are torn. No, my fine mouse, marry me with a gentleman grocer like my lord mayor, your father; a grocer is a sweet trade: plums, plums. Had I a son or daughter should marry out of the generation and blood of the shoemakers, he should pack; what, the gentle trade is a living for a man through Europe, through the world.  A noise within of a tabor and a pipe.
  L. MAYOR.  What noise is this?        28
  EYRE.  O my lord mayor, a crew of good fellows that for love to your honour are come hither with a morris-dance. Come in, my Mesopotamians, cheerily.
Enter HODGE, HANS, RALPH, FIRK, and other Shoemakers, in a morris; after a little dancing the LORD MAYOR speaks.

  L. MAYOR.  Master Eyre, are all these shoemakers?
  EYRE.  All cordwainers, my good lord mayor.
  ROSE.  [Aside.]  How like my Lacy looks yond shoemaker!        32
  HANS.  [Aside.]  O that I durst but speak unto my love!
  L. MAYOR.  Sybil, go fetch some wine to make these drink. You are all welcome.
  ALL.  We thank you lordship.  ROSE takes a cup of wine and goes to Hans.
  ROSE.  For his sake whose fair shape thou represent’st,        36
Good friend, I drink to thee.
  HANS.  Ic bedancke, good frister. 2
  MARG.  I see, Mistress Rose, you do not want judgment; you have drunk to the properest man I keep.
  FIRK.  Here be some have done their parts to be as proper as he.        40
  L. MAYOR.  Well, urgent business calls me back to London.
Good fellows, first go in and taste our cheer;
And to make merry as you homeward go,
Spend these two angels in beer at Stratford-Bow.        44
  EYRE.  To these two, my mad lads, Sim Eyre adds another; then cheerily, Firk; tickle it, Hans, and all for the honour of shoemakers.  All go dancing out.
  L. MAYOR.  Come, Master Eyre, let’s have your company.  Exeunt.
  ROSE.  Sybil, what shall I do?
  SYBIL.  Why, what’s the matter?        48
Rose, That Hans the shoemaker is my love Lacy,
Disguis’d in that attire to find me out.
How should I find the means to speak with him?
  SYBIL.  What, mistress, never fear; I dare venture my maidenhead to nothing, and that’s great odds, that Hans the Dutchman, when we come to London, shall not only see and speak with you, but in spite of all your father’s policies steal you away and marry you. Will not this please you?        52
  ROSE.  Do this, and ever be assured of my love.
  SYBIL.  Away, then, and follow your father to London, lest your absence cause him to suspect something:
        To-morrow, if my counsel be obey’d,
I’ll bind you prentice to the gentle trade.
Note 1. A room at Old Ford. [back]
Note 2. I thank you, good maid! [back]


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