The Constant Maid (Love Will Find Out the Way) · chunk 26 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 0.87 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T61: gyles, giles, lord, wood, captain, cutt, lady, ladies, emphatical, knights.
I attend you presently: I know not what to think of these things yet, 'Tis very strange I should be thus exalted Without desert; best known unto myself. Princes I see are mortal, and may be Deceived in placing of their honours, I Am little better than a favourite, If this be true: If? 'tis a question, Let me consider wisely, it may be I am not I. No, no, I am a Knight: Are these my clothes? I did not use to wear such A pocket in my sleeve and velvet hose, Six times translated since they were a midwifes Forepart, were things I wore on holidays. The price of these would break a camel's back, And yet some men walk under 'em like Elephants, And have variety, as the Devil were Their Tailor, who best knows where all their land lies. Then why this cost on me? it is a dream, And I am very glad on't, 'tis impossible I should be true, it does not hang together, I will have patience till i wake again, And care not what becomes on't. 'Tis his highness' Pleasure now the banquet's done. How, the banquet done? I was coming to't, You could hardly say grace by this time. That's a ceremony grown out of use; It was a running banquet. A running? so it seems, it made great haste: I do dream certainly, there's no sense nor reason In any thing they say. You know your place, The mask will straight begin, and his Grace won't Have any one admitted, he resolves, If the conceit affect him, it shall be Performed i'th' Court hereafter, i'th' mean time He does command all privacy: There are Some set to guard the door; but your care must Provide his Highness be not interrupted. Back, they are rude already. Let me alone: What turbulent Knave is that? I am a Country Gentlemen, Sr. Gyles; And if I may presume upon good clothes, You may before his Grace call me your Cousin, And not be ashamed; here is a Lady too. A Lady too? Is she with child? What makes she Here, and she be with child already? ' Tell thee none such shall be admitted, while I am in place: More rapping? Keep the doors, If I do fall a swearing once, look to't. I beseech you, for my wife's sake. Thy wives? What's he that pleads In forma pauperis? A Citizen, and like you. Like me? thou liest: I am more like a Lord. Thou shalt fare ne'er the better for that word: Knock down the women, and there be a hundred. And make their husbands drunk; the Guard are lazy: These women's insolence will force a Statute, I will petition to the King myself, They may have liberty but once a year To see the Galley foist, then be confined To their Chamber, and one Prentice— yet again. Sir Gyles, Sr. Gyles, you know me well enough.
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I attend you presently: I know not what to think of these things yet, 'Tis verie strange I should be thus exalted Without desert; best knowne unto my self. Princes I see are mortall, and may be Deceiv'd in placing of their honours, I Am little better than a favorite, If this be true: If? 'tis a question, Let me consider wisely, it may be I am not I. No, no, I am a Knight: Are these my clothes? I did not use to weare such A pocket in my sleeve and velvet hose, Six times translated since they were a Mid-wives Fore-part, were things I wore on holidayes. The price of these would break a Cammels back, And yet some men walk under 'em like Elephants, And have varietie, as the Devill were Their Taylour, who best knowes where all their land lies. Then why this cost on me? it is a dreame, And I am verie glad on't, 'tis impossible I should be true, it does not hang together, I will have patience till i wake agen, And care not what becomes on't. 'Tis his Highnesse Pleasure now the banquet's done. How, the banquet done? I was comming to't, You could hardly say grace by this time. That's a ceremony growne out of use; It was a running banquet. A running? so it seemes, it made great haste: I doe dreame certainly, there's no sense nor reason In any thing they say. You know your place, The masque will straight begin, and his Grace wo'not Have any one admitted, he resolves, If the conceit affect him, it shall be Perform'd i'th' Court hereafter, i'th' meane time He does command all privacie: There are Some set to guard the door; but your care must Provide his Highnesse be not interrupted. Back, they are rude already. Let me alone: What turbulent Knave is that? I am a Countrey Gentlemen, Sr. Gyles; And if I may presume upon good clothes, You may before his Grace call me your Couzen, And not be asham'd; here is a Lady too. A Lady too? Is she with child? What makes she Here, and she be with child already? 'Tell thee none such shall be admitted, while I am in place: More rapping? Keep the doores, If I do fall a swearing once, look to't. I beseech you, for my wives sake. Thy wives? What's he that pleads In forma pauperis? A Citizen, and like you. Like me? thou lyest: I am more like a Lord. Thou shalt fare ne're the better for that word: Knock downe the women, and there be a hundred. And make their husbands drunk; the Guard are lazie: These womens insolence will force a Statute, I will petition to the King my self, They may have libertie but once a yeere To see the Gally foist, then be confined To their Chamber, and one Prentice—yet agen. Sir Gyles, Sr. Gyles, you know me well enough.