Oh! good morrow to you, sir Henry. So good to see you again. How is the dagger I made for you last week? I worked long, hard hours on that dagger to make it just right for you. I take pride in all my work. Good was it. That’s good. Is there anything else that you would like to buy from us? I’ve got spears, axes, horse shoes, shovels, anything with metal. An Axe thee sayeth? Well we shalt do that for thee. At which hour would thee like to pick it up. Next week? Tis fine. My dad and I shall make quick time of it.
I’ve almost finished here. Just a bit more to tidy up. Why don’t you go on ahead and get some dry meat from my good friend John around the corner for our visit to the Globe Theatre later this afternoon. While Henry is getting our meat, let me now tell you a bit about myself. …show more content…
I am twenty-two years old and I am a Blacksmith in Southwark, London, on the south bank of the river Thames. I work in a small shop with my dad who gives me a 1/3 of his wage which is two pounds per day. It hasn’t all been easy. When I first started at twelve years of age, my dad gave me permission to make my own axe. As I pulled the hot iron out of the forge, some of the hot coals fell on the ground and started a fire. Our workshop went up flames and I have been paying for the new one ever since.
Me and my dad work together six days a week, dawn to dusk, fashioning metal tools for people in our village. Why I get out of work early is because it is my birthday today. My dad has allowed me to go the Globe Theatre with my friend Henry. Here comes Henry with my
I’ve almost finished here. Just a bit more to tidy up. Why don’t you go on ahead and get some dry meat from my good friend John around the corner for our visit to the Globe Theatre later this afternoon. While Henry is getting our meat, let me now tell you a bit about myself. …show more content…
I am twenty-two years old and I am a Blacksmith in Southwark, London, on the south bank of the river Thames. I work in a small shop with my dad who gives me a 1/3 of his wage which is two pounds per day. It hasn’t all been easy. When I first started at twelve years of age, my dad gave me permission to make my own axe. As I pulled the hot iron out of the forge, some of the hot coals fell on the ground and started a fire. Our workshop went up flames and I have been paying for the new one ever since.
Me and my dad work together six days a week, dawn to dusk, fashioning metal tools for people in our village. Why I get out of work early is because it is my birthday today. My dad has allowed me to go the Globe Theatre with my friend Henry. Here comes Henry with my