Massinger, Philip · published 1633 · first performed or written 1625 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T61 Sir Giles Goosecap and related knightly typicality 0.85 · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T61: gyles, giles, lord, wood, captain, cutt, lady, ladies, emphatical, knights.
Salute me at his bidding. I shall receive it As a most high favour. Sir, you may command me. Run backward from a Lady? and such a Lady? To kiss her foot is to poor, me a favour; I am unworthy of Nay, pray you rise, And since you are so humble, I'll exalt you You shall dine with me today, at mine own table. Your ladyship's table? I am not good enough To sit at your Steward's board. You are too modest: I will not be denied. Will you still be babbling; Till your meat freeze on the table? the old trick still. My Art ne'er thought on. Your arm, Master Welborne: Nay keep us company. I was never so graced. So we have played our parts, and are come off well. But if I know the mystery why my Lady Consented to it, or why Master Welborne Desired it, may I perish. Would I had The roasting of his heart, that cheated him, And forces the poor gentleman to these shifts, By Fire (for Cooks are Persians, and swear by it). Of all the griping, and extorting tyrants I ever heard, or read of, I ne'er met A match to Sir Giles Overreach. What will you take To tell him so fellow Furnace? just as much As my throat is worth, for that would be the price on't. To have a usurer that starves himself, And wears a cloak of one and twenty years On a suit of fourteen groats, bought of the Hangman, To grow rich, and then purchase, is too common: But this Sir Giles feeds high, keeps many servants, Who must at his command do any outrage; Rich in his habit; vast in his expenses; Yet he to admiration still increases In wealth, and Lordships. He frights men out of their Estates, And breaks through all law-nets, made to curb ill men, As they were cobwebs. No man dares reprove him. Such a spirit to dare, and power to do, were never Lodged so unluckily. Ha, ha; I shall burst. Contain thyself man. Or make us partakers Of your sudden mirth. Ha, ha, my Lady has got Such a guest at her table, this term-driver Marrall, This swipe of an attorney. What of him man? The knave thinks still he's at the cook's shop in Ram-Alley, Where the Clerks divide, and the Elder is to choose; And feeds so slovenly. Is this all? My Lady Drank to him for fashion sake, or to please master Welborne. As I live he rises, and takes up a dish, In which there were some remnants of a boiled capon, And pledges her in white-broth. Nay, 'tis like, The rest of his tribe. And when I brought him wine, He leaves his stool, and after a leg or two Most humbly thanks my worship. Rose already. I shall be chid. My Lady frowns.
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Salute me at his bidding. I shall receaue it As a most high fauour. Sir, you may command me. Run backward from a Lady? and such a Lady? To kisse her foote is to poore, me a fauour; I am vnworthy of Nay, pray you rise, And since you are so humble, I'le exalt you You shall dine with me to day, at mine owne table. Your Ladiships table? I am not good enough To sit at your Stewards boord. You are too modest: I will not be deni'd. Will you still be babling; Till your meate freeze on the table? the old tricke still. My Art ne're thought on. Your arme, Master VVelborne: Nay keep vs company. I was neuer so grac'd. So we haue play'd our parts, and are come off well. But if I know the mistery why my Lady Consented to it, or why Master VVelborne Desir'd it, may I perish. Would I had The roasting of his heart, that cheated him, And forces the poore gentleman to these shiftes, By Fire (for Cookes are Persians, and sweare by it). Of all the griping, and extorting tyrants I euer heard, or read of, I ne're met A match to Sir Giles Ouerreach. What will you take To tell him so fellow Furnace? Iust as much As my throate is worth, for that would be the price on't. To haue a vsurer that starues himselfe, And weares a cloke of one and twenty yeares On a sute of fourteene groates, bought of the Hangman, To grow rich, and then purchase, is too common: But this Sir Giles feedes high, keepes many seruants, Who must at his command doe any outrage; Rich in his habit; vast in his expences; Yet he to admiration still increases In wealth, and Lordships. He frights men out of their Estates, And breakes through all Law-netts, made to curbe ill men, As they were cobwebbs. No man dares reproue him. Such a spirit to dare, and power to doe, were neuer Lodg'd so vnluckily. Ha, ha; I shall burst. Containe thy selfe man. Or make vs partakers Of your suddaine mirth. Ha, ha, my Lady has got Such a guest at her table, this terme-driuer Marrall, This suippe of an Attourney. What of him man? The knaue thinkes still hee's at the cookes shop in Ramme-alley, Where the Clarkes diuide, and the Elder is to choose; And feedes so slouenly. Is this all? My Lady Dranke to him sor fashion sake, or to please master VVelborne. As I liue he rises, and takes vp a dish, In which there were some remnants of a boild capon, And pledges her in whitebroth. Nay, 'tis like, The rest of his tribe. And when I brought him wine, He leaues his stoole, and after a legge or two Most humbly thankes my worship. Rose already. I shall be chid. My Lady frownes.