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 0.83 · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T61: gyles, giles, lord, wood, captain, cutt, lady, ladies, emphatical, knights.
This is a Lord; and some think this a favour; But I had rather have my hand in my dumpling. Room for my Lord. I miss Sir your fair daughter, To crown my welcome. May it please my Lord To taste a glass of Greek wine first, and suddenly She shall attend my Lord. You'll be obeyed Sir. 'Tis to my wish; as soon as come ask for her! Why, Meg? Megge Overreach. how! tears in your eyes! Ha! dry'em quickly, or I'll dig'em out. Is this a time to whimper? meet that Greatness That flies into thy bosom, think what 'tis For me to say, My honourable daughter. And thou, when I stand bare, to say put on, Or father you forget yourself, no more, But be instructed, or expect, he comes. A black-browed girl my Lord, As I live a rare one. he's took already: I am lost. That kiss, Came twanging off I like it, quit the room: A little bashful my good Lord, but you I hope will teach her boldness. I am happy In such a scholar: but. I am past learning. And therefore leave you to yourselves: remember--- You see fair Lady, your father is solicitous. To have you change the barren name of Virgin Into a hopeful wife. He haste my Lord, Holds no power o'er my will. But o'er your duty. Which forced too much may break. Bend rather sweetest: Think of your years. Too few to match with yours: And choicest fruits too soon plucked, rot, and wither. Do you think I am old? I am sure I am too young. I can advance you. To a hill of sorrow, Where every hour I may expect to fall, But never hope firm footing. You are noble, I of a low descent, however rich; And tissues matched with scarlet suit but ill. O my good Lord I could say more, but that I dare not trust these walls. Pray you trust my ear then. Close at it! whispering! this is excellent! And by their postures, a consent on both parts. Sir Giles, Sir Giles. The great fiend stop that clapper. It must ring out Sir, when my belly rings noon The backed meats are run out, the roast turned powder. I shall powder you. Beat me to dust I care not. In such a cause as this, I'll die a martyr. Marry and shall: you Barathrum of the shambles. How! strike a Justice of peace? 'tis pett treason. Edwardi quinto, but that you are my friend I could commit you without bail, or mainprize. Leave your balling Sir, or I shall commit you; Where you shall not dine today, disturb my Lord, When he is in discourse? is't a time to talk When we should be munching? Ha! I heard some noise. Mum, villain, vanish: shall we break a bargain Almost made up.
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This is a Lord; and some thinke this a fauour; But I had rather haue my hand in my dumpling. Roome for my Lord. I misse Sir your faire daughter, To crowne my welcome. May it please my Lord To taste a glasse of Greeke wine first, and suddainely She shall attend my Lord. You'le be obey'd Sir. 'Tis to my wish; assoone as come aske for her! Why, Megge? Megge Ouerreach. how! teares in your eies! Ha! drie'em quickely, or I'le digge'em out. Is this a time to whimper? meete that Greatnesse That flies into thy bosome, thinke what'tis For me to say, My honorable daughter. And thou, when I stand bare, to say put on, Or father you forget your selfe, no more, But be instructed, or expect, he comes. A blacke-brow'd girle my Lord, As I liue a rare one. Hee's tooke already: I am lost. That kisse, Came twanging off I like it, quit the roome: A little bashfull my good Lord, but you I hope will teach her boldnesse. I am happy In such a scholler: but. I am past learning. And therefore leaue you to your selues: remember--- You see faire Lady, your father is sollicitous. To haue you change the barren name of Virgin Into a hopefull wife. He hast my Lord, Holds no power o're my will. But o're your duty. Which forc'd too much may breake. Bend rather sweetest: Thinke of your yeares. Too few to match with yours: And choicest fruites too soone plucked, rot, and wither. Doe you thinke I am old? I am sure I am too young. I can aduance you. To a hill of sorrow, Where euery houre I may expect to fall, But neuer hope firme footing. You are noble, I of a low descent, how euer rich; And tissues match'd with skarlet fuite but ill. O my good Lord I could say more, but that I dare not trust these walls. Pray you trust my eare then. Close at it! whispering! this is excellent! And by their postures, a consent on both parts. Sir Giles, Sir Giles. The great fiend stop that clapper. It must ring out Sir, when my belly rings noone The back'd meates are run out, the rost turn'd powder. I shall powder you. Beate me to dust I care not. In such a cause as this, I'le dye a martyr. Marry and shall: you Barathrum of the shambells. How! strike a Justice of peace? 'tis pettietreason. Edwardi quinto, but that you are my friend I could commit you without bayle, or maine-prise. Leaue your balling Sir, or I shall commit you; Where you shall not dine to day, disturbe my Lord, When he is in discourse? I'st a time to talke When we should be munching? Ha! I heard some noise. Mum, villaine, vanish: shall we breake a bargaine Almost made vp.