THE SHOEMAKER’S HOLIDAY
ACT THE FIRST.
SCENE I.—A Street in London.
Enter the Lord Mayor and the Earl of Lincoln.
Lincoln. My lord mayor, you have sundry times
Feasted myself and many courtiers more:
Seldom or never can we be so kind
To make requital of your courtesy.
But leaving this, I hear my cousin Lacy
Is much affected to your daughter Rose.
L. Mayor. True, my good lord, and she loves him so well
That I mislike her boldness in the chase.
Lincoln. Why, my lord mayor, think you it then a shame,
To join a Lacy with an Oateley’s name?
L. Mayor. Too mean is my poor girl for his high birth;
Poor citizens must not with courtiers wed,
Who will in silks and gay apparel spend
More in one year than I am worth, by far:
Therefore your honour need not doubt my girl.