The Constant Maid (Love Will Find Out the Way) · chunk 17 of 32
Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1630(?)-1640] (Annals) not in BritDrama T61 Sir Giles Goosecap and related knightly typicality 0.83 · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T61: gyles, giles, lord, wood, captain, cutt, lady, ladies, emphatical, knights.
Here's revelling, my purse must be squeezed for't: That's the King, the rest are bare; how supple they are I'th' hams, that Courtier has Oiled his joints, He looks this way, they point at me; a rot O'that knays finger. What fellow's this? who waits? It was his grace's pleasure, he was sent for, My good Lord. Mr. Hornet? Let me have the honour to present him. Is this the man whom all so much commend For his ability. I smell no good from that word, ability. Discreet and read i'th' Commonwealth, a man Fit for employment in the State. The very same. His countenance is promising. If the King of Spain Had but his head, that politic head, I know who might go fish for the Low-Countreyes. His garments are but course. His mind is rich. They praise me, I am a thousand pound the worse for't. willt please your Majesty? Kneel down; Thy name? Giles Hornet, your poor creature. Rise up, Sir Giles Hornet. But am I Knighted? We congratulate your honour. What must I pay for it? I'll sell it any friend of yours again, For half the money. Some have care to give His body more becoming ornaments; He shall be like himself, and then we will confer More honours on him. Do you make haste, his Grace Will have you new thatched; you must have clothes Fitting your State and honourable title. These will be good enough for me, 'las I am not able. Nay, you must have 'em from his Wardrobe, sir, They'll cost you nothing; You'll not look in those, Like a poor Knight of Windsor. When he is ready, give us knowledge. Yes, sir. What will become of me? You were best prepare, Your clothes will be here presently, the King Will send for you before you be ready; Cast Your old skin off: Do you not to save sheets And trouble, wrap yourselves a night i'th' blankets? Or are they ashamed to show the Linings? Hum. if this be but preparative to a whipping, What case am I in? Well said, now they are come; Be nimble now, and help to fit Sr. Gyles. Alas, must I wear this doublet? it would yield Heaven knows how much to burn. You may be disparate When 'tis on, and burn your body with it, sir, I sha'not know myself. Be that time we ha' done wi'ye. Fit as they were made, sir. Which is Sir Gyles? I am the man you please to call Sir Gyles. Then I congratulate your happy fortune; You're like to be exalted, his Grace talks Much on you, I'll be proud to be your servant: My Lord, a word. What Gentleman is that? The Bridegroom, Sir, in great favour, I can tell you, And new created by his Highness, Baron O Landskip; his living is far off. My very good Lord, my breeches are almost on. There be the Keys.
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Here's revelling, my purse must be squeez'd for't: That's the King, the rest are bare; how upple they are I'th hams, that Courtier has Oyl'd his joynts, He looks this way, they point at me; a rot O'that knays finger. What fellow's this? who waits? It was his graces pleasure, he was sent for, My good Lord. Mr. Hornet? Let me have the honour to present him. Is this the man whom all so much commend For his ability. I smell no good from that word, ability. Discreet and read i'th'Common-wealth, a man Fit for employment in the State. The very same. His countenance is promising. If the King of Spaine Had but his head, that politick head, I know who might go fish for the Low-Countreyes. His garments are t course. His minde is rich. They praise me, I am a thousand pound the worse for'. Wilt please your Maiesty? Kneel downe; Thy name? Giles Hornet, your poore creature. Rise up, Sir Giles Hornet. But am I Knighted? We congratulate your honour. What must I pay for it? I'll sell it any friend of yours againe, For halfe the money. Some have care to give His body more becomming ornaments; He shall be like himselfe, and then we will confer More honors on him. Do you make aste, his Grace Will have you new thatch'd; you must have clothes Fitting your State and honorable title. These will be good enough for me, 'las I am not able. Nay, you must have 'em from his Wardrobe, sir, They'll cost you nothing; You'll not looke in those, Like a poore Knight of Windsor. When he is ready, give us knowledge. Yes, sir. What will become of me? You were best prepare, Your cloathes will be here presently, the King Will send for you before you be ready; Cast Your old skin off: Do you not to sheets And trouble, wrap your selves a night i'th blankets? Or are they ashamed to show the Linings? Hum? if this be but preparative to a whipping, What case am I in? Well said, now they are come; Be nimble now, and helpe to fit Sr. Gyles. Alas, must I weare this doublet? it would yield Heaven knowes how much to burne. You may be dsparate When 'tis on, and burne your body with it, sir, I sha'not know my selfe. Be that time we ha' done wi'ye. Fit as they were made, sir. Which is Sir Gyles? I am the man you please to call Sir Gyles. Then I congratulate your happy fortune; Y'are like to be exalted, his Grace talkes Much on you, I'll be proud to be your servant: My Lord, a word. What Gentleman is that? The Bridegroom, Sir, in great favour, I can tell you, And new created by his Highnesse, Baron O Landskip; his living is far off. My very good Lord, my breeches are almost on. There be the Keyes.