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 0.79 · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T61: gyles, giles, lord, wood, captain, cutt, lady, ladies, emphatical, knights.
See all men else discharged And since Old debts are clear why a new way, A little bounty, will not misbecome me; There's something honest Cook for thy good breakfasts, And this for your respect, take't, 'tis good gold And I able to spare it. You are too munificent. He was ever so. Pray you on before. Heaven bless you. At four o'clock the rest know where to meet me Now master Marrall, what's the weighty secret You promised to impart? Sir, time, nor place Allow me to relate each circumstance; This only in a word: I know Sir Giles Will come upon you for security For his thousand pounds, which you must not consent to As he grows in heat, as I am sure he will, Be you but rough, and say he's in your debt Ten times the sum, upon sale of your land, I had a hand in't (I speak it to my shame) When you were defeated of it. That's forgiven. I shall deserve't then; urge him to produce The deed in which you passed it over to him, Which I know he'll have about him to deliver To the Lord Lovell, with many other writings, And present moneys, I'll instruct you further, As I wait on your Worship, if I play not my price To your full content, and your uncles much vexation, Hang up Jack Marrall. I rely upon thee. Whither to yield the first praise to my Lord's. Unequalled temperance, or your constant sweetness, That I yet live, my weak hands fastened on. Hope's anchor, spite of all storms of Despair, I yet rest doubtful. Give it to Lord Lovell. For what in him was bounty, in me's duty. I make but payment of a debt, to which My vows in that high office registered, Are faithful witnesses. 'Tis true my dearest, Yet when I call to mind how many fair ones Make wilful shipwreck of their faiths, and oaths To God, and Man to fill the arms of Greatness, And you, rise up less than a glorious star To the amazement of the world, that hold out Against the stern authority of a Father, And spurn at honour when it comes to court you, I am so tender of your good, that faintly With your wrong I can wish myself that right You yet are pleased to do me. Yet, and ever, To me what's title, when content is wanting? Or wealth raked up together with much care, And to be kept with more, when the heart pines, In being dispossessed of what it longs for, Beyond the Indian mines; or the smooth brow Of a pleased Site, that slaves me to his will? And so his ravenous humour may be feasted By my obedience, and he see me great, Leaves to my soul nor faculties, nor power To make her own election.
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See all men else discharg'd And since Old debts are clear why a new way, A little bountie, will not misbecome mee; There's something honest Cooke for thy good breakefasts, And this for your respect, take't, 'tis good gold And I able to spare it. You are too munificent. Hee was euer so. Pray you on before. Heauen blesse you. At foure a clocke the rest know where to meet me Now master Marrall, what's the weightie secret You promis'd to impart? Sir, time, nor place Allow me to relate each circumstance; This only in a word: I know Sir Giles Will come vpon you for security For his thousand pounds, which you must not consent to As he growes in heat, as I am sure hee will, Be you but rough, and say Hee's in your debt Ten times the summe, vpon sale of your land, I had a hand in't (I speake it to my shame) When you were defeated of it. That's forgiuen. I shall deserue't then; vrge him to produce The deed in which you pass'd it ouer to him, Which I know Hee'le haue about him to deliuer To the Lord Louell, with many other writings, And present moneys, I'le instruct you further, As I waite on your Worship, if I play not my price To your full content, and your Vncles much vexation, Hang vp Jacke Marrall. I relie vpon thee. Whither to yeeld the first praise to my Lord's. Vnequall'd temperance, or your constant sweetnesse, That I yet liue, my weake hands fasten'd on. Hopes anchor, spite of all stormes of Despaire, I yet rest doubtfull. Giue it to Lord Louell. For what in him was bounty, in mee's duty. I make but payment of a debt, to which My vowes in that high office registred, Are faithfull witnesses. 'Tis true my dearest, Yet when I call to mind how many faire ones Make wilfull shipwracke of their faiths, and oathes To God, and Man to fill the armes of Greatnesse, And you, rise vp lesse than a glorious starre To the amazement of the world, that hold out Against the sterne authority of a Father, And spurne at honour when it comes to court you, I am so tender of your good, that faintly With your wrong I can wish my selfe that right You yet are pleas'd to do mee. Yet, and euer, To me what's title, when content is wanting? Or wealth rak'd vp together with much care, And to be kept with more, when the heart pines, In being dispossest of what it longs for, Beyond the Indian mines; or the smooth brow Of a pleas'd Site, that slaues me to his will? And so his rauenous humour may bee feasted By my obedience, and he see me great, Leaues to my soule nor faculties, nor power To make her owne election.