Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Sir Giles Goosecap · chunk 38 of 41

Chapman, George · published 1606 · first performed or written 1602 [Sep 18] (Annals)
comedy · Children of the Chapel (second)
unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 501 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.

You take the word methinks as tho you would, And if there be a thought of such kind heat In your cold bosom, wood to God my breath Might blow it to the flame of your kind heart. God's precious Lady, know ye what you say, Respect you what I am, and what he is, What the whole world wood say, & what great Lords I have refused and might as yet embrace, And speak you like a friend, to wish me him? Madam I cast all this, and know your choice Can cast it quite out of the crystal doors Of your judicial eyes: I am but young And be it said without all pride I take, To be a maid, I am one, and indeed Yet in my mother's womb to all the wiles weaned in the looms of greatness, and of state: And yet even by that little I have learned Out of continual conference with you, I have cried harvest home of thus much judgement In my green sowing time, that I could place The constant sweetness of good Clarence mind, Filled with his inward wealth and nobleness; (Look madam here,) when others outward trash should be contented to come under here. And so say I upon my maiden head. 'tis well said Ladies, thus we differ then, I to the truth-wise, you to worldly men: And now sweet dames observe an excellent jest (At least in my poor jesting.) Th' Earl my uncle Will miss me strait, and I know his close drift Is to make me, and his friend Clarence meet By some device or other he hath plotted. Now when he seeks us round about his house And cannot find us, for we may be sure He will not seek me in his sick friends chamber, (I have at all times made his love so strange,) He straight will think, I went away displeased, Or heartily careless of his heartiest suit. And then I know there is no grief on earth Will touch his heart so much, which I will suffer To quite his late good pleasure wrought on me, For i'll be sworn in motion and progress Of his friend's suit, I never in my life Wrestled so much with passion or was moved To take his firm love in such jealous part. This is most excellent madam, and will prove A niecelike, and a noble friends Revenge. Bold in a good cause, then let's greet his friend, Where is this sickly gentleman at his book? Now in good troth I wood these books were burnt That rap men from their friends before their time, How does my uncles friend, no other name I need give him, to whom I give myself, O madam let me rise that I may kneel, And pay some duty to your sovereign grace. Good Clarence do not work yourself disease My Lady comes to ease and comfort you. And we are handmaids to her to that end.
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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 1262–1319 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 38 of 41 in this edition
Length501 words · 597 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T16 — Gallantry: ladies, lordships and compliment at 0.816
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
You take the word me thinkes as tho you would, And if there be a thought of such kind heate In your cold bosome, wood to God my breath Might blowe it to the flame of your kind hart. Gods pretious Ladie, knowe ye what you say, Respect you what I am, and what he is, VVhat the whole world wood say, & what great Lords I haue refused and might as yet embrace, And speake you like a friend, to wish me him? Madam I cast all this, and know your choyse Can cast it quite out of the christall dores Of your Iudiciall eyes: I am but young And be it said without all pride I take, To be a maid, I am one, and indeed Yet in my mothers wombe to all the wiles Weend in the loomes of greatnes, and of state: And yet euen by that little I haue learn'd Out of continuall conference with you, I haue cride haruest home of thus much iudgment In my greene sowing time, that I cood place The constant sweetnes of good Clarence mind, Fild with his inward wealth and noblenes; (Looke madam here,) when others outward trashe Shood be contented to come vnder here. And so say I vppon my maiden head. Tis well said Ladies, thus we differ then, I to the truth-wise, you to worldly men: And now sweet dames obserue an excellent iest (At least in my poore iesting.) Th' Etl my vnckle Will misse me straite, and I know his close drift Is to make me, and his friend Clarence meete By some deuice or other he hath plotted. Now when he seekes vs round about his house And cannot find vs, for we may be sure He will not seeke me in his sicke iends chamber, (I haue at al times made his loue so strange,) He straight will thinke, I went away displeas'd, Or hartelie careles of his hartiest sute. And then I know there is no greife on earth Will touch his hart so much, which I will suffer To quite his late good pleasure wrought on me, For ile be sworne in motion and progresse Of his friends suite, I neuer in my life VVrastled so much with passion or was mou'd To take his firme loue in such elouse part. This is most excellent madam, and will proue A neecelike, and a noble frends Reuenge. Bould in a good caue, then lets greet his friend, VVhere is this sickly gentleman at his booke? Now in good troth I wood theis bookes were burnd That rapp men from their app before their time, How does my vnckles friend, no other name I need giue him, to whome I giue my selfe, O madam let me rise that I may kneele, And pay some dutie to your soueraigne grace. Good Clarence doe not woke your selfe disease My Ladie comes to ease and comfort you. And we are handmaides to her to that end.