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 0.82 · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T61: gyles, giles, lord, wood, captain, cutt, lady, ladies, emphatical, knights.
Why, and for that health Sir we will warrant his Lordship, that if he should have all Bacon de sanitate tuenda read to him, it should not please his Lordship so well as our fool shall. Remercy my more than English pages. A my word I have not seen pages have so much wit, that have never been in France Captain. 'tis true indeed Sir Gyles, well then my almost french elixirs, will you help my Lord to a fool, so fit for him as you say. As fit, I'll warrant you Captain, as if he were made for him, and he shall come this night to supper, and fool where his Lord: sits at table. Excellent sir, fail not now my sweet pages. Not for a world sir, we will go both, and seek him presently. Do so my good wags Save you knights. Save you Captain. Farewell my pretty knaves, come knights, shall we resolve to go to this Supper? What else. And let's provide torches for our men to sit at door with all captain. That we will I warrant you sir Giles. Torches? why the Moon will shine man. The moon Sir Cut: I scorn the moon i'faith, 'slid sometimes a man shall not get her to shine & if he wood give her a couple of Capons, and one of them must be white too, God forgive me I cud never abide her since yesterday, she served me such a trick other night. What trick sir Gyles? Why sir Cut: cause the days be mortal and short now you know, and I love day light well; I thought it went a way faster than it needed, and run after it into Finsbury-fields i'th' calm evening to see the wind mills go? & even as I was going over a ditch the moon by this light of purpose runs me behind a cloud, and lets me fall into the ditch by heaven. That was ill done in her in deed sir Giles. Ill done sir Cut: 'slid a man may bear, and bear, but and she have no more good manners, but to make every black slovenly cloud a pearl in her eye I shall near love English moon again, while I live I'll be sworn to ye. come knights to London horse, horse, horse. In what a case he is with the poor English moon, because the french moons (their torches) willbe the less in fashion, and I warrant you the Captain will remember it too, though he say no thing, he seconds his resolute chaseso and follows him, I'll lay my life you shall see them the next cold night, shut the moonshine out of their chambers, and make it lie without doors all night. I discredit my wit with their companies now I think on't, plague a god on them; I'll fall a beating on them presently.
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Why, and for that health Sir we will wrrant his Lordship, that if he should haue all Bacon de sanitate tu da reade to him, it shood not please his Lordship so well as our foole shall. Remercy my more then English pages. A my word I haue not seene pages haue so much witt, hat haue neuer bin in Fraunce Captain. Tis true indeed Sir Gyles, well then my almost french Elixers▪ will you helpe my Lord to a foole, so fitt for him as you say. As fitt, Ile warrāt you Captain, as if he were made for him, and hee shall come this night to supper, and foole where his Lord: sits at table. Excellent rt, faile not now my sweet pages. Not for a world sir, we will goe both, and seeke him presently. Doe so my good wagges Saue you knights. Saue you Captaine. Farewell my prettie knaues, come knights, shall we resolue to goe to this Supper? VVhat else. And let's prouide torches for our men to sit at dore with all captaine. That we will I warrant you sir Giles. Torches? why the Moone will shine man. The moone Sir Cut: I scorne the moone yfaith, Slydd sometimes a man shal not get her to shine & if he wood giue her a couple of Capons, and one of them must be white too, God forgiue me I cud neuer abide her since yesterday, she seru'de me such a trick tother night. VVhat trick sir Gyles? VVhy sir Cut: cause the daies be mortall and short now you knowe, and I loue daie light well; I thought it went a waie faster then it needed, and run after it into Finsburie-fieldes ith calme euening to see the winde mils goe? & euen as I was going ouer a ditch the moone by this light of purpose runnes me behind a cloud, and lets me fall into the ditch by heauen. That was ill done in her in deed sir Giles. Ill done sir Cut: Slydda man may beare, and beare, but and she haue noe more good manners, but to make euery black slouenly cloude a pearle in her eye I shall nere loue English moone againe, while I liue Ile besworne to ye. come knights to London horse, horse, horse. In what a case he is with the poore English moone, because the french moones (their torches) wilbe the lesse in fashion, and I warrant you the Captaine will remember it too, tho hee say no thing, hee seonds his resolute chaseso and followes him, Ile lay my life you shall see them the next cold night, shut the moonshine out of their chambers, and make it lie without doores all night. I discredit my witt with their companies now I thinke on't, plague a god on them; Ile fall a beating on them presently.