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 · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T61: gyles, giles, lord, wood, captain, cutt, lady, ladies, emphatical, knights.
My deed's nephew Shall speak my love, what men report, I weigh not. 'Tis well: give me my cloak: I now discharge you From further service. Mind your own affairs, I hope they will prove successful. What is blessed With your good wish my Lord, cannot but prosper, Let after-times report, and to your Honour How much I stand engaged, for I want language To speak my debt: yet if a tear, or two Of joy for your much goodness, can supply My tongues defects I could. Nay, do not melt: This ceremonial thanks to me's superfluous. within. Is my Lord stirring? 'Tis he, oh here's your letter: let him in. A good day to my Lord. You are an early riser, Sir Giles. And reason to attend your Lordship. And you too master Greedy, up so soon? In troth my Lord after the Sun is up I cannot sleep, for I have a foolish stomach That croaks for breakfast. With your Lordship's favour; I have a serious question to demand Of my worthy friend Sir Giles. Pray you use your pleasure. How far Sir Giles, and pray you answer me, Upon your credit, hold you it to be From your Manor house, to this of my Lady Alworth's. Why some four mile. How! four mile? good Sir Giles. Upon your reputation think better For if you do abate but one half quarter Of five you do yourself the greatest wrong That can be in the world: for four miles riding Could not have raised so huge an appetite As I feel gnawing on me. Whither you ride, Or go a foot, you are that way still provided And it please your Worship. How now Sirrah? prating Before my Lord: no difference? go to my Nephew; See all his debts discharged, and help his Worship To fit on his rich suit. I may fit you too; Tossed like a dog still. I have written this morning A few lines to my mistress your fair daughter. 'Twill fire her, for she's wholly yours already: Sweet master Alworth, take my ring 'twill carry you To her presence I dare warrant you, and there plead For my good Lord, if you shall find occasion. That done, pray ride to Nottingham, get a licence, Still by this token, I'll have it dispatched, And suddenly my Lord, that I may say My honourable, nay, right honourable daughter, Take my advice young Gentleman: get your breakfast. 'Tis unwholesome to ride fasting, I'll eat with you And eat to purpose. Some Furies in that gut: Hungry again! did you not devour this morning, A shield of Brawn, and a barrel of Colchester oysters? Why that was Sir; only to scour my stomach, A kind of a preparative. Come Gentleman I will not have you feed like the Hangman of Vlushing Alone, while I am here. Hast your return. I will not fail my Lord.
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My deeds nephew Shall speake my loue, what men report, I waigh not. 'Tis well: giue me my cloke: I now discharge you From further seruice. Minde your owne affaires, I hope they will proue successefull. What is blest With your good wish my Lord, cannot but prosper, Let after-times report, and to your Honor How much I stand engag'd, for I want language To speake my debt: yet if a teare, or two Of ioy for your much goodnesse, can supply My tongues defects I could. Nay, doe not melt: This ceremoniall thankes to mee's superfluous. within. Is my Lord stirring? 'Tis he, oh here's your letter: let him in. A good day to my Lord. You are an early riser, Sir Giles. And reason to attend your Lordship. And you too master Greedie, vp so soone? In troth my Lord after the Sun is vp I cannot sleep, for I haue a foolish stomacke That croakes for breakefast. With your Lordships fauour; I haue a serious question to demand Of my worthy friend Sir Giles. Pray you vse your pleasure. How far Sir Giles, and pray you answer me, Vpon your credit, hold you it to be From your Mannor house, to this of my Lady Alworths. Why some foure mile. How! foure mile? good Sir Giles. Vpon your reputation thinke better For if you doe abate but one halfe quarter Of fiue you doe yourselfe the greatest wrong That can be in the world: for foure miles riding Could not haue rais'd so huge an appetite As I feele gnawing on me. Whither you ride, Or goe a foote, you are that way still prouided And it please your Worship. How now Sirra? prating Before my Lord: no difference? go to my Nephew; See all his debts discharg'd, and help his Worship To fit on his rich suite. I may fit you too; Toss'd like a dogge still. I haue writt this morning A few lines to my mistresse your faire daughter. 'Twill fire her, for shee's wholy yours already: Sweet master Alworth, take my ring 'twill carry you To her presence I dare warrant you, and there pleade For my good Lord, if you shall find occasion. That done, pray ride to Nottingham, get a licence, Still by this token, I'le haue it dispatch'd, And suddainely my Lord, that I may say My honorable, nay, right honorable daughter, Take my aduice young Gentleman: get your breakefast. 'Tis vnholsome to ride fasting, I'le eate with you And eate to purpose. Some Furies in that gut: Hungry againe! did you not deuoure this morning, A shield of Brawne, and a barrell of Colchesier oysters? Why that was Sir; only to scoure my stomacke, A kind of a preparatiue. Come Gentleman I will not haue you feed like the Hangman of Vllushing Alone, while I am here. Hast your returne. I will not faile my Lord.