Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Sir Giles Goosecap · chunk 19 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 0.80 · 482 words

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

Why thou sayst the frenchmen took him away. Frenchmen, ay, so they did too, but yet and he had not been killed, 'twood near a grieved me. O excellent unity of speech. Save ye knights. Save you Captain. Pages, welcome my fine pages. Welcome boys. Welcome sweet Will, good Jack. But how chance you are so far from London now pages, is it not almost dinner time. Yes indeed Sir, but we left our fellows to wait for once, and could not choose in pure love to your worships, but we must needs come and meet you, before you met our Ladies, to tell you a secret. A secret, what secret I pray thee? If ever your worships say any thing, we are undone for ever. Not for a world believe it. Why then this it is; we overheard our Ladies as they were talking in private say they refused to meet you at Barnet this morning of purpose, because they wood try which of you were most patient. And some said you, Sir Gyles, another you Sir and the third you Captain, This was excellent. Then did they swear one another not to excuse themselves to you by any means, that they might try you the better, now if they shall see you say nothing in the world to them, what may come of it, when Ladies begin to try their suitors once, I hope your wisdoms can judge a little. O ho my little knave let us alone now i'faith, wood I might be cashiered, if I say any thing. Faith and I can forbear my Tongue as well as another I hope. Wood I might be degraded if I speak a word, I'll tell them I care not for losing my labour. Come knights shall we not reward the pages? Yes I prithee do, Sir Gyles give the boys something. Never stir Sir Cutt, if I have ever a groat about me but one three pence. Well knights i'll lay out for'rs all, here my fine pages. No in deed an't please your worship. O pages refuse a gentleman's bounty. Cry you mercy Sir, thank you sweet Captain And what other news is stirring my fine villiacos. Marry Sir they are invited to a great supper tonight to your Lords house Captain, the Lord Furnifall, and there will be your great cozen Sir Gyles Goosecap, the Lord Tales, and your uncle Sir Cutt. Rudesby, Sir Cutbert Kingcob. The Lord Tales, what countryman is he? A kentish Lord Sir, his ancestors came forth off Canterburie. Out of Canterburie. I indeed Sir the best Tales in England are your Canterburie tales, I assure ye. the boy tells thee true Captain. He writes his name Sir, Tales, and he being the tenth son his father had; his father christened him Decem Tales, and so his whole name is the Lord Decem Tales.
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Details

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 447–481 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 19 of 41 in this edition
Length482 words · 616 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T61 — Sir Giles Goosecap and related knightly dialogue context only — excluded from the genre comparison · typicality 0.802 (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)
VVhy thou saist the frenchmen tooke him away. Frenchmen, I, so they did too, but yet and hee had not bin kild, twood nere a greeud me. O excellent vnitie of speach. Saue ye knights. Saue you Captaine. Pages, welcome my fine pages. Welcome boyes. VVelcome sweet Will, good Iacke. But how chaunce you are so farre from London now pages, is it not almost dinner time. Yes indeed Sir, but we left our fellowes to wait for once, and cood not chuse in pure loue to your worships, but we must needs come and meet you, before you mett our Ladies, to tell you a secret. A secrett, what secret I pray thee? If euer your worships say any thing▪ we are vndone for euer. Not for a world beleue it. VVhy then this it is; wee oueheard our Ladies as they were talking in priuate say they refusde to meet you at Barnet this morning of purpose, because they wood try which of you were most patient. And some said you, Sir Gyles, another you Sir and the third you Captaine, This was excellent. Then did they sweare one another not to excuse themselues to you by any meanes, that they might trie you the better, now if they shal see you say nothing in the worlde to them, what may come of it, when Ladies begin to trie their suters once, I hope your wisedomes can idge a little. O ho my little knaue let vs alone now yfaith, wood I might be Casheird, if I say any thing. Faith and I can forbeare my Tongue as well as another I hope. VVood I might be degraded if I speake a word, Ile tell them I care not for loosing my labour. Come knights shall we not reward the pages? Yes I prethee doe, Sir Gyles giue the boyes something. Neuer stirre Sir Cutt, if I haue euer a groat about me but one three pence. VVell knights ile lay out fors all, here my fine pages. No in deed ant please your worshippe. O pages refuse a gentlemans bountie. Crie you mercy Sir, thanke you sweete Captaine And what other newes is stirring my fine villiacos. Marrie Sir they are inuied to a greate supper to night to your Lords house Captaine▪ the Lord Furnifall, and there will bee your great cosen Sir Gyles Goosecappe, the Lorde Tales, and your vnckle Sir Cutt. Rudesby, Sir Cutbert Kingcob. The Lord Tales, what countriman is hee? A kentish Lord Sir, his auncestors came forth off Canterburie. Out of Canterburie. I indeed Sir the best Tas in England are your Canterburie tales, I assure ye. the boy tels thee true Captaine. Hee writes his name Sir, Tales, and hee being the tenth sonne his father had; his father Christd him Decem Tales, and so his whole name is the Lord Decem Tals.