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 0.81 · 474 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T61: gyles, giles, lord, wood, captain, cutt, lady, ladies, emphatical, knights.
I were blind to my own good Should I refuse it, yet my Lord receive me As such a one, the study of whose whole life Shall know no other object but to please you. If I return not with all tenderness, Equal respect to you, may I die wretched. There needs no protestation my Lord To her that cannot doubt, you are welcome Sir. Now you look like yourself. And will continue Such in my free acknowledgement, that I am Your creature Madam, and will never hold My life mine own, when you please to command it. It is a thankfulness that well becomes you; You could not make choice of a better shape, To dress your mind in. For me I am happy That my endeavours prospered, saw you of late Sir Giles, your Uncle? I heard of him, Madam, By his minister Marrall, he's grown into strange passions About his daughter, this last night he looked for Your Lordship at his house, but missing you, And she not yet appearing, his wise-head Is much perplexed, and troubled. It may be Sweet heart, my project took. I strongly hope. Ha! find her Booby thou huge lump of nothing I'll bore thine eyes out else. May it please your Lordship For some ends of mine own but to withdraw A little out of sight, though not of hearing, You may perhaps have sport. You shall direct me. I shall sol fa you Rogue. Sir, for what cause Do you use me thus? 'cause slave why I am angry, And thou a subject only fit for beating, And so to cool my choler, look to the writing Let but the seal be broke upon the box, That has slept in my cabinet these three years; I'll rack thy soul for't. I may yet cry quittance, Though now I suffer, and dare not resist. Lady, by your leave, did you see my Daughter Lady? And the Lord her husband? Are they in your house? If they are, discover, that I may bid'em joy; And as an entrance to her place of Honour, See your Ladyship on her left hand, and make curtsies When she nods on you; which you must receive As a special favour. When I know, Sir Giles, Her state requires such ceremony, I shall pay it But in the mean time, as I am myself, I give you to understand, I neither know, Nor care where her Honour is. When you once see her Supported, and led by the Lord her Husband You'll be taught better. Nephew. Sir. No more. 'Tis all I owe you. Have your redeemed rags Made you thus insolent? Insolent to you? Why what are you Sir, unless in your years, At the best more than myself? His fortune swells him 'Tis rank he's married. This is excellent!
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I were blind to my owne good Should I refuse it, yet my Lord receiue me As such a one, the studie of whose whole life Shall know no other obiect but to please you. If I returne not with all tendernesse, Equall respect to you, may I die wretched. There needs no protestation my Lord To her that cannot doubt, you are welcome Sir. Now you looke like your selfe. And will continue Such in my free acknowledgement, that I am Your creature Madam, and will neuer hold My life mine owne, when you please to command it. It is a thankefulnesse that well becomes you; You could not make choice of a better shape, To dresse your mind in. For me I am happy That my endeuours prosper'd, saw you of late Sir Giles, your Vncle? I heard of him, Madam, By his minister Marrall, he's growne into strange passions About his daughter, this last night he look'd for Your Lordship at his house, but missing you, And she not yet appearing, his wise-head Is much perplex'd, and troubl'd. It may be Sweer heart, my proiect tooke. I strongly hope. Ha! find her Boobie thou huge lumpe of nothing I'le bore thine eyes out else. May it please your Lordship For some ends of mine owne but to withdraw A little out of sight, though not of hearing, You may perhaps haue sport. You shall direct me. I shall sol fa you Rogue. Sir, for what cause Doe you vse me thus? Cause slaue why I am angrie, And thou a subiect only fit for beating, And so to coole my choler, looke to the writing Let but the seale be broke vpon the box, That has slepp'd in my cabinet these three yeares; I'le racke thy soule for't. I may yet crie quittance, Though now I suffer, and dare not resist. Lady, by your leaue, did you see my Daughter Lady? And the Lord her husband? Are they in your house? If they are, discouer, that I may bid'em ioy; And as an entrance to her place of Honour, See your Ladyship on her left hand, and make courseis When she nodds on you; which you must receiue As a speciall fauour. When I know, Sir Giles, Her state requires such ceremony, I shall pay it But in the meane time, as I am my selfe, I giue you to vnderstand, I neither know, Nor care where her Honour is. When you once see her Supported, and led by the Lord her Husband You'le be taught better. Nephew. Sir. No more. 'Tis all I owe you. Haue your redeem'd ragges Made you thus insolent? Insolent to you? Why what are you Sir, vnlesse in your yeares, At the best more than myselfe? His fortune swells him 'Tis rancke he's married. This is excellent!