The Constant Maid (Love Will Find Out the Way) · chunk 18 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 0.82 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T61: gyles, giles, lord, wood, captain, cutt, lady, ladies, emphatical, knights.
His Grace has pleased to shine upon A piece of barren earth. You are too modest; The King has been informed, Sir Gyles, you are One of the ablest men in his Dominion: Should virtue still be clothed in rags? Advance it To honour, and regard you waste your brain At home, in cheap and low engagements, sweat Your soul out, for a poor and paltry living; Old houses, let 'em fall to the dull Lord O'th' Manner; switch me up a Town together, Or meddle not; This or that straggling Acre's Not worth your care; Study some Monopoly, May sweep the Kingdom at a stake; Despise A project won't bring in half the City; Find out a way to forfeit all the Charters; Have an Exchequer of your own, and keep The Princes round about in pension: These are becoming businesses, and speak An active State-man. You do talk strange things, My Lord. His keys are things very Material to our business. And I have 'em. So, so: I will account it one of my felicities, To be a witness of your Honour, Sir. Oh, my good Lord of landscape. How shall we dispose these? The Hangman will not have them, and I fear, They will corrupt a well; 'faith give them stable room. My Lord, the King asks for you; Good Sir Gyles Write me i'th' number of your faithful friends. We must attend. Do not yet say he's ready, The Barber has a duty to dispatch, He will be hours a rubbing, washing, powdering. Then I'll attend him to his Presence. We shall excuse him so long, still your servant. The Barber, sir, attends in the next room. I won't shave. He fears his throat. I never give above threepence. Talk not you of charge, You have but yet your welcome: do not you Think, good sir Gyles, but we can shave you too. Where is he, Close? I told him, sir, You lay in a chamber o'th' tother side, The house, whither he is gone with his sword drawn, And curses of themselves able to kill you: You did affront him once, and now his Mistress Has quite neglected him, for your love, he thinks: He'll make you an example to all Rivals; I'll bring your clothes hereafter, yet your fear And running, sir, will keep you warm enough. Honest Close, thou hast saved my life. Death, is he not behind you? this way, good sir. Ha' you not made a fine choice, I did ever Think he was false; your mother did but counterfeit The love-sick widow all this while, to try him. Try him, Nurse. She told me so herself, Assuring him the state was hers, and you At her devotion; put him to his choice, To take her with the wealth, or you with nothing: What followed, you have heard, come be wise yet, And love the Country Gentleman that dotes on you; He's rich, and halfe a fool, I'll fetch him to you.
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His Grace has pleas'd to shine upon A piece of barren earth. You are too modest; The King has been informed, Sir Gyles, you are One of the ablest men in his Dominion: Should vertue still be cloath'd in rags? Advance it To honour, and regard you waste your braine At home, in cheap and low engagements, sweat Your soule out, for a poore and paltry living; Old houses, let 'em fall to the dull Lord O'th' Manner; switch me up a Towne together, Or meddle not; This or that sttragling Acre's Not worth your care; Study some Monopoly, May sweep the Kingdome at a stake; Despise A project wo'not bring in halfe the City; Finde out a way to forfeit all the Charters; Have an Exchquer of your owne, and keep The Princes round about in pension: These are becomming businesses, and speake An active State-man. You do talk strange things, My Lord. His keyes are things verie Materiall to our businesse. And I have 'em. So, so: I will account it one of my elicities, To be a witnesse of your Honour, Sir. Oh, my good Lord of Landskip. How shall we dispose these? The Hang-man will not have them, and I fear, They will corrupt a well; 'faith give them stable roome. My Lord, the King asks for you; Good Sir Gyles Write me i'th' number of your faithfull friends. We must attend. Do not yet say he's ready, The Barber has a dutie to dispatch, He will be houres a rubbing, washing, powdering. Then I'll attend him to his Presence. We shall excuse him so long, still your servant. The Barber, sir, attends in the next roome. I wo'not shave. He feares his throat. I never give above three-pence. Talk not you of charge, You have but yet your welcome: do not you Think, good sir Gyles, but we can shave you too. Where is he, Close? I told him, sir, You lay in a chamber o'th t'other side, The house, whither he is gone with his sword drawne, And curses of themselves able to kill you: You did affront him once, and now his Mistresse Has quite neglected him, for your love, he thinks: He'll make you an example to all Rivals; I'll bring your clothes hereafter, yet your feare And running, sir, will keep you warme enough. Honest Close, thou hast sav'd my life. Death, is he not behind you? this way, good sir. Ha you not made a fine choyce, I did ever Think he was false; your mother did but counterfeit The love-sick widdow all this while, to trie him. Trie him, Nurse. She told me so her selfe, Assuring him the state was hers, and you At her devotion; put him to his choyce, To take her with the wealth, or you with nothing: What followed, you have heard, come be wise yet, And love the Countrey Gentleman that dotes on you; He's rich, and halfe a foole, I'll fetch him to you.