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Sir Gyles Goosecappe Knight A comedie presented by the Chil: of the Chappell.
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Chapman, George, 1559?-1634.
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Spanish pike to the Spanish needle he shall play with any knight in England Ladie Eug. But not e conuerso from the Spanish needle to the Spanish pike King I thinke he be too wise for that indeed madam for he has 20. miles length in land lies togeather and hee wood bee loath to bring it all to the length of a pike Hip. But no man commends my blount Seruant Sir Cutt Rudesby methinks King Hee is a kind gentleman Ladie though hee bee blunt and is of this humor the more you presume vppon him without Ceremonie the more he loues you if he knowe you thinke him kinde once and will say nothing but still vse him you may melt him into any kindenesse you will he is right like a woman and had rather you shood bluntlie take the greatest fauour you can of him then shamefastly intreat it Eug He saies wel to you Hippolita Hip I madam but they saie he will beat one in Iest and byte in kindenesse and teare ones ruffes in Courtshippe King Some that he makes sport withall perhappes but none that he respects I assure ye Hip. And wha't 's his liuing sir Cutbeard King Some two thousand a yeare Ladie Hip. I pray doe not tell him that I ask't for I stand not vpon liuing King O Good Ladie who can liue without liuing Enter Momford Mom Still heere Lordings good companions yfaith I see you come not for vittles Tal. Vittles my Lord I hope we haue vittles at home Mom. I but sweet Lord there is a principle in the Polititians phisicke that not your meat vpon other mens trenchers beware of surfits of your owne coste manie good companions cannot abide to eate meate at home ye know And how faires my noble Neece now and her faire Ladie Feeres Eug. VVhat winde blowes you hether troe Mom. Harke you madam the sweete gale of one Clarences breath with this his paper sayle blowes me hether Eug. Aye me stil in that humor beshrowe my hart it I take anie Papers from him Mom. Kinde bosome doe thou take it then Eug. Nay then neuer trust me Mom. Let it fall then or cast it awaie you were best that euerie bodie may discouer your loue suits doe there 's sombodie neare if you note it and how haue you spent the time since dinner nobles King At chests my Lords Mom. Read it neece Eug. Heere beare it backe I pray Mom. I beare you on my backe to heare you and how play the Ladies sir Cuthbert what men doe they play best withall with knights or rookes Tal. With knights my Lord Mom. T' is pitty their boord is no broader and that some men caled guls are not added to their game King Why my Lo it needs not they make the knights guls Mom That 's pretty sir Cuthbert you haue begon I know Neece forth I commaund you Eug. O y are a sweete vnckle Mom. I haue brought her a little Greeke to helpe me out withal and shee s so coy of her learning for sooth she makes it strange Lords and Ladies I inuite you al to supper to night and you shal not denie me Ad. VVe will attend your Lordshippe Tal. Come Ladies let 's into the gallerie a little exeunt Mom. And now what saies mine owne deare neece yfaith Eug. VVhat shood she saie to the backside of a paper Mom. Come come I knowe you haue byn a' the bellie side Eug. Now was there euer Lord so prodigall of his owne honor'd blood and dignity Mom Away with these same horse faire alligations will you answere the letter Eug. Gods my life you goe like a cuning spokes man man answere vnckle what doe ye thinke me desperate of a husband Mom. Not so neece but carelesse of your poore vnkle Eug. I will not write that 's certaine Mom. VVhat wil you haue my friend and I perish doe you thirst our bloods Eug. O y are in a mightie danger noe doubt on 't Mom. If you haue our bloods beware our ghostes I can tell ye come will ye write Eug. I will not write yfaith Mom. yfaith dame then I must be your secretarie I see here 's the letter come doe you dictate and I le write Eug. If you write no otherwise then I dictate it will scarce proue a kinde answere I beleeue Mom. But you will be aduis'de I trust Secretaries are of counsaile with their countesses thus it begins Suffer him to loue that suffers not louing what answere you to that Eug. He loues extreamely that suffers not in loue Mom. He answeres you for that presentlie his loue is without passion and therefore free from alteration for Pati you know is in Alterationem labi he loues you in his soule he tels you wherein there is no passion saie dame what answere you Eug. Nay if I answere anie thing Mom. VVhy verie well I le answere for you Eug. You answere shall I set my hand to your answere Mom. I by my faith shall ye Eug. By my faith but you shal answere as I wood haue you then Mom. Alwaies put in with aduice of your secretarie neece come what answere you Eug. Since you needes will haue my Answere I le Answere briefely to the first and last part of his letter Mom. Doe so Neece and leaue the midst for himselfe a gods name what is your answeare Eug. I cannot but suffer you to loue if you do loue Mom. Why very good there it is and will requit your loue say you so Eug. Beshrowe my lipps then my Lord Mom. Beshrowe my fingers but you shall what you may promise to requite his loue and yet not promise him marriage I hope wel and will requite your loue Eug. Nay good my Lord hold your hand for I le bee sworne I le not set my hand too 't Mom. VVell hold of your hand good madam till it shood come on I le be readie for it anon I warrant yee now forth my Loue is without passion and therefore free from alteration what answere you to that madam Eug. Euen this my Lorde your Loue being mentall needes no bodely Requitall Mom. I am Content with that and here it is but in hart Eug. VVhat but in hart Mom. Hold of your hand yet I say I doe embrace and repaie it Eug. You may write vnckle but if you get my hand to it Mom. Alas Neece this is nothing i st any thing to a bodely marriage to say you loue a mā in Soule if your harts agree and your bodies meet not simple marriage rites now let vs foorth hee is in the way to felicitie and desires your hand Eug. My hand shall alwaies signe the way to felicitie Mom. Very good may not any woman say this now Conclud now sweet Neece Eug. And so God prosper your Iourney Mom. Charitably concluded though farre short of that loue I wood haue showen to any friend of yours Neece I sweare to you your hand now and let this little stay his appetite Eug. Read what you haue writ my
discredit my witt with their companies now I thinke on 't plague a god on them I le fall a beating on them presently Exit Enter Lorde Momford and Clarence Clarence Horatio Cla. Sing good Horatio while I sigh and write According to my master Platos minde The Soule is musick and doth therefore ioy In accents musicall which he that hates VVith points of discorde is togeather tyed And barkes at Reason Consonant in sence Diuine Eugenia beares the ocular forme Of musicke and of Reason and presents The Soule exempt from flesh in flesh inflam'd Who must not loue hir then that loues his soule To her I write my friend the starre of friends VVil needs haue my strange lines greet her strange eies And for his sake I le powre my poore Soule forth In floods of Inke but did not his kind hand Barre me with violent grace I wood consume In the white flames of her impassionate Loue Ere my harsh lipps shood vent the odorous blaze For I am desperate of all worldly Ioyes And there was neuer man so harsh to men VVhen I am fullest of digested life I seeme a liuelesse Embrion to all Each day rackt vp in nightlike Funerall Sing good Horatio whilst I sigh and write Canto The Letter Suffer him to loue that suffers not louing my loue is without passion and therefore free from alteration Prose is too harsh and verse is poetrie VVhy shood I write then merrit clad in Inke Is but a mourner and as good as naked I will not write my friend shall speake for me Sing one staue more my good Horatio Canto I must remember I knowe whom I loue A dame of learning and of life exemt From all the Idle fancies of her sex And this that to an other dame wood seeme Perplext and foulded in a rudelesse vaile Wil be more cleere then ballads to her eye I le write if but to satisfie my friend Your third stance sweet Horatio and no more Canto How vainely doe I offer my strange loue I marrie and bid states and entertaine Ladies with tales and iests and Lords with newes And keepe a house to feast Acteons hounds That eate their maister and let ydell guests Drawe me from serious search of things diuine To bid them sit and welcome and take care To sooth their palats with choyce kytchin-stuff As all must doe that marrie and keepe house And then looke on the left sid of my yoake Or on the right perhaps and see my wife Drawe in a quite repugnant course from me Busied to starch her french purles and her puffs When I am in my Anima refiexa quid sit faelicitas quae origo rerum And make these beings that are knowne to be The onely serious obiects of true men Seeme shadowes with substantiall stir she keepes About her shadowes which if husbands loue They must belieue and thus my other selfe Brings me another bodie to dispose That haue alreadie much too much of one And must not looke for any Soule of her To helpe two rule to bodies Mom. Fie for shame I neuer heard of such an antedame Doe women bring no helpe of soule to men VVhy friend they either are mens soules themselues Or the most wittie Imitatrixes of them Or prettiest sweet apes of humaine Soules That euer Nature fram'd as I will proue For first they be Substantiae lucidae And purer then mens bodies like their soules VVhich mens harsh haires both of their brest chinne Occasiond by their grose and ruder heate Plainely demonstrates Then like soules they doe Mouere corpora for no power on earth Moues a mans bodie as a woman does Then doe they Dare formas corpori Or adde faire formes to men as their soules doe For but for women who wood care for formes I vowe I neuer wood washe face nor hands Nor care how ragg'd or slouenlie I went VVer 't not for women who of all mens pompes Are the true finall causes Then they make Men in their Seedes imortall like their Soules That els wood perish in a spanne of time Oh they be Soulelike-Creatures and my Neece The Soule of twentie rare Soules stild in one Cla. That that it is my Lord that makes me loue Mom. Oh are ye come Sir welcome to my Neece As I may say at midnight gentle friend What haue you wrott I pray Cla. Strange stuffe my Lord Mom. Indeed the way to belieue is to loue And the right way to loue is to belieue This I will carry now with pen and Incke For her to vse in answere see sweet friend She shall not stay to call but while the steele Of her affection is made softe and hott I le strike and take occasion by the browe Blest is the wooing that 's not long a dooing Exit Cla. Had euer man so true and noble friend Or wood men thinke this sharpe worlds freezing Aire To all true honour and iudiciall loue VVood suffer such a florishing pyne in both To ouerlooke the boxe-trees of this time VVhen the learnd mind hath by impulsion wrought Her eyes cleere fire into a knowing flame No elementall smoke can darken it Nor Northen coldnes nyppe her Daphnean flower O sacred friendshippe thanks to thy kind power That being retir'd from all the faithles worlde Appearst to me in my vnworldly friend And for thine owne sake let his noble mind By mouing presedent to all his kind Like iust Deucalion of earths stonie bones Repaire the world with humane bloud and flesh And dying vertue with new life refresh Exit ACTVS QVARTVS Enter Tales Kingcob Eugenia Hippolita Penelope Winnifred King T is time to leaue your Chests Ladies t is too studious an exercise after dinner Tal. Why is it cal'd Chests Hip. Because they leane vppon their Chests that play at it Tal I wood haue it cald the strife of wittes for t is a game so wittie that with strife for maisterie wee hunt it eagerly Eug Specially where the wit of the Goosecaps are in chase my Lord Tal. I am a Goosecappe by the mothers side madam at least my mother was a Goosecappe Fen. And you were her white sonne I warrant my Lord Tal. I was the youngest Ladie and therefore must be her white sonne ye know the youngest of tenne I was Hip. And the wisest of Fifteene Tal. And sweet Ladie will ye cast a kind eye now vpon my Cosin Sir Gyles Goosecappe Pen. Pardon my Lord I haue neuer a spare eye to cast away I assure ye Tal. I wonder you shood Count it cast away Ladie vppon him doe you remember those fewe of his good partes I rehearst to you Pen. Verie perfectly my Lord amongst which one of them was that he is the best Sempster of any woman in England pray le ts see some of his worke Hip. Sweet Lord le ts see him sowe a little Tal. You shall a mine honour Ladie Eug. Hee s a goodly greate knight indeed and a little needle in his hand will become him prettelie King From the