The Shoemaker's Holiday; Or the Gentle Craft Nach Einem Drucke Aus Dem Jahre, 1618

The Shoemaker's Holiday; Or the Gentle Craft Nach Einem Drucke Aus Dem Jahre, 1618

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1862 edition. Excerpt: ... will I go. Bam. Nay, then I will grow rude, by this white hand, Until you change that cold no; here I'll stand, Till by you, hard heart--Jane. Nay, for God's love, peace. My sorrows by your presence more increase. Not, that you thus are present, but all grief Desires to be alone; therefore in brief Thus much I say, and, saying, bid adieu, If ever I wed man, it shall be you. Ham. Oh blessed voice! Dear Jane, I'll urge no more, Thy breath hath made me rich. Jane. Death makes me poor. CExeunt.J Scene 13. Loudon. The street before Hodge's shop. Enter Hodge at his shop-board, Rafe. Firke, Hans and a boy at icork. All. Hey down, a down dery! Hod. Well said, my hearts; ply your work to day, we loitered yesterday; to it pell-mell, that we may live to be Lord Mayors, or aldermen at least. Firke. Hey down, adown dery! Hodge. Well said, i 'faith! How sayest thou, Hans? Does not Firke tickle it? Hans. Yaw, meester. Firke. Not so neither; my organ-pipe squeaks this morning for want of liquoring. Hey down, adown dery! Hans. Forward, Firke, tow best un jolly youngster. Hort ye meester, ik bid yo, cut me un pair vamps vor meester Effre's boots. Hodge. Thou shalt, Hans. Firke. Master! Hodge. How now, boy? Firke. Pray, now you are in the cutting vein, cut me out a pair of counterfeits, or else my work will not pass current. Hey down, adown! Hodge. Tell me, sirs, are my cousin Mrs. Priscicall's shoes done? Firke. Your cousin? No, master, one of your aunts; hang her, let them alone. Rafe. I am in hand with them; she gave charge, that none but I should do them for her. Firke. Thou do for her? Then 't will be a lame doing, and that she loves not: Rafe, thou mightst have sent her to me; in faith, I could have yerked and firked your Precilla. Hey down, adown dery! more

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  • English
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