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Sir Giles Goosecap · chunk 17 of 41

Chapman, George · published 1606 · first performed or written 1602 [Sep 18] (Annals)
comedy · Children of the Chapel (second)
T61 Sir Giles Goosecap and related knightly typicality 0.84 · 517 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T61: gyles, giles, lord, wood, captain, cutt, lady, ladies, emphatical, knights.

Well, come in my Lords, and take a bad dinner with me now, and we will all go with you at night to a better supper with the Lord, and Lady Furnifall. We attend you honourable Ladies. Bullaker. I Sir. Ride and catch the captains horse. So I do Sir. I wonder Sir Gyles you wood let him go so, and not ride after him. Wood I might never be mortal Sir Cutt: if I rid not after him, till my horse sweat, so that he had near a dry thread on him, & holloa'd & holloa'd to him to stay him, till I had thought my finger's ends wood have gone off with hollowings; I'll be sworn to ye & yet he ran his way like a Diogenes, and would never stay for us. How shall we do to get the lame Captain to London, now his horse is gone? Why he is but a lame jade neither Sir Meyle, we shall soon o'ertake him I warrant ye. And yet thou sayst thou gallop'st after him as fast as thou couldst, and couldst not Catch him; I lay my life some crabfish has bitten thee by the tongue, thou speakest so backward still. But here's all the doubt Sir Cutt: if nobody should catch him now, when he comes at London, some boy or other wood get up on him and ride him hot into the water to wash him; I'll be sworn I followed one that rid my horse into the Thames, till I was up tooth knees hitherto; and if it had not been for fear of going over shoes, because I am troubled with the rheum, I wood have taught him to wash my horse when he was hot yfath; how now sweet Captain dost feel any ease in thy pain yet? Ease in his pain quoth you, has good luck if he feel ease in pain I think, but wood any ass in the world ride down such a hill as Highgate is, in such a frost as this, and never light God's precious Sir Cut. your Frenchman never lights I tell ye. Light Sir Cutt, Slight and I had my horse again, there's near a paltry English frost anthem all should make me light. Go too you French Zanies you, you will follow the french steps so long, till you be notable to set one Sound Step o'th' ground all the days of your life. Why Sir Cut I care not if I be not sound so I be well but we were justly plagued, by this hill for following women thus. I and English women too sir Giles. Thou art still prating against English women I have seen none of the French dames I confess, but your greatest gallants for men in France, were here lately I am sure, and methinks there should be no more difference betwixt our Ladies and theirs, than there is betwixt our Lords and theirs, and our Lords are as far beyond them i'faith, for person, and Courtship, as they are beyond ours for phantasticality.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlaySir Giles Goosecap
AuthorChapman, George
Publication year (edition)1606
First performance / composition (Annals)1602 [Sep 18]
First performance (BritDrama)1602 [1601-1603]
Company (BritDrama)Children of the Chapel (second)
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeBoys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 538 · TCP A01911 · DEEP 421
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 412–431 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 17 of 41 in this edition
Length517 words · 647 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T61 — Sir Giles Goosecap and related knightly dialogue context only — excluded from the genre comparison · typicality 0.839 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T59 · seed 44: T53 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
VVel, come in my Lords, and take a bad dinner with me now, and wee will all goe with you at night to a better supper with the Lord, and Ladie Furnifall. VVe attend you honorable Ladies. Bullaker. I Sir. Ride and catch the Captaines horse. So I doe Sir. I wonder Sir Gyles you wood let him goe , and not ride after him. VVood I might neuer be mortall Sir Ctt: if I ridd not aftter him, till my horse sweat, so that he had nere a drie thread on him, & hollod & hollod to him to stay him, till I had thought my fingers ends wood haue gon off with hollowings; Ile be sworn to ye & yet he ran his way like a Diogenes, and would neuer stay for vs. How shall wee doe to get the Captaine to London, now his horseis gone? Why hee is but a lame Iade neither Sir Meyle, we shal soone our'take him I warrant ye. And yet thou saist thou gallopst after him as fast as thou coodst, and coodst not Catch him; I lay my life some Crabfishe has bitten thee by the tongue, thou speakest so backward still. But heres all the doubt Sir Cutt: if nobodie shoold catch him now, when hee comes at London, some boy or other wood get vppe o him and ride him otte into the water to washe him; Ile bee sworne I followed one that ridd my horse into the Thames, till I was vppe tooth knees hetherto; and if it had not beene for feare of going ouer shooes, because I am troubled with the rheume, I wood haue taught him to washe my horse when hee was hott yfath; how now sweet Captaine dost feele any in thy payne yet▪ Ease in his paine quoth you, has good lucke if he feele ease in paine I thinke, but wood any asse in the world ride downe such a hill as Highgate is, in such a frost as this, and neuer light Gods pretious Sir Cutt. your Frenchman neuer lights I tell ye. Light Sir Cutt, Slight and I had my horse again, theres nere a paltrie English frost an them all shood make me light. Goe too you French Zanies you, you wil follow the french steps so long, till you be notable to set one Sound Steppe oth ground all the daies of your life. Why Sir Cut I care not if I be not sound so I be well but we were iustly plaugde, by this hill for following women thus. I and English weomen too sir Giles. Thou arr still prating against English women I haue seene none of the French dames I confesse, but your greatest gallants for men in Fraunce, were here lately I am sure, and methinkes there should be no more difference betixt our Ladies and theirs, then there is betwixt our Lordes and theirs, and our Lors are as farr beyond them yfaith, for person, and Courtshippe, as they are beyond ours for phantasticallitie.