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We will bid our guests good night madam, this sa e Fowleweather makes me so fleepie. Good night madam, I wish you may sleep well after your light supper. Why my Lord More ford I say? will you go be before dinner? Do you hear madam, how our youths h re have gulled our three suitors? Oh it good Eugenia, their livers were too hight, you know, and for temper sake they must needs have a cooling card played upon them. But how will you excuse your abuses wags? Well, children, and fool's, agree as you will, and let the world know now, women have nothing to do with you. And see, here are two honourable guests for you, the Lord Tales, and Sir Cutberd Kingcob. He does you a special favour Lady, to give you his open hand, for 'tis commonly shut they say. A pretty sweet quality believe me. Very well expounded my Lord; forth with your kinsmans parts I pray. This is wondered; forth sweet Lord Tales. I lay my life Cupid has shot my sister in love with him out of your lips my Lord. Because they lean upon their Chests that play at it. And the wisest of Fifteen. Sweet Lord lets see him sow a little. But no man commends my blount Servant Sir Cut: Rudeshy methinks. And wha'ts his C beard? I pray do not tell him that I asked, for I stand ot upon living. Oh bitter sir Giles. Did you work them your self sir Gyles, or buy them? Oh excellent. You shood have hanged longer Sir Cut: 'tis not right yet, Yes 'tis to save yet I warrant it, and will be while 'tis a soul if the use this. Respect my Lord; I wood hold such a man In more respect then any Emperor For he cood make me Empress of my self And in mine own rule comprehend the world. Good madam get my Lord to let us greet him. Know his brother, nay then Counterfeit nt do not deni him. Whats that good madam? Marry madam the more the merrier. You take the word me thinks as though you would, And if there be a thought of such kind heat In your cold bosom, wood to God my breath Might blow it to the flame of your kind heart. Madam I cast all this, and know your choice Can cast it quite out of the crystal doors Of your Judicial eyes: I am but young And be it said without all pride I take, To be a maid, I am one, and indeed Yet in my mother's womb to all the wiles Weened in the looms of greatness, and of state: And yet even by that little I have learned Out of continual conference with you, I have cried harvest home of thus much judgement In my green sowing time, that I cood place The constant sweetness of good Clarence mind, Filled with his inward wealth and nobleness; (Look madam here,) when others outward trash Shood be contented to come under here. This is most excellent madam, and will prove A neecelike, and a noble friends Revenge. Is not your Lordship well? Will not your Lordship see your friend, and niece? That's a very good reason my Lord. What do you think he left out Sir Giles? But your sowing sir Gyles is a more gentlewo manlike quality I assure you. The best reason for marriage that ever I herd sir Gyles. Gods my life I thought he was a little to blame. A las sir Cut, you are not worth the , every body says you cannot love, how soever you talk on't. Good Clarence do not woe ke your self disease My Lady comes to ease and comfort you. Theres as common and answer, as yours was a question my Lord. I madam, but they , he will Beatrice one in Jest, and bite in kindness, and tear ones ruffs in Cour ippe. They have sent the knights to Barnet madam this frosty morning to meet us their. He shood be put up for concealment then, for he shows none of them.
Plot summary
Plot — Sir Giles Goosecap
The widow Eugenia lives in chastity with two virgins, Hippolyta and Penelope. They entertain three foolish would-be suitors to supper: Sir Giles Goosecap, Sir Cuthbert Rudesby, and Captain Foulweather. A page tells the guests that the ladies plan an early morning visit to Barnet the next day, and encourages them to rendezvous there; in fact, it is to be a wild-goose chase. The pages later meet the suitors on their way back, and tell them that the ladies decided not to go after all, asa test of tolerance. Clarence is also in love with Eugenia, and confides this to his best friend, her uncle, Lord Momford. Disturbed to hear of the supper with the knights, Momford visits his niece and tries to press Clarence’s suit. Relatives of Goosecap and Rudesby likewise sing their in-laws’ praises, albeit rather unconvincingly. Momford brings a love-letter from Clarence and tries to get Eugenia to reply; he agrees to take dictation from her, but writes down her refusal with additional phrases which turn it into an acceptance, then signs her name on her behalf. Momford invites the ladies to supper. Eugenia is persuaded to come only on the assurance that Clarence is too ill to be present. The other suitors are also invited. Momford takes his guests on a tour of the house, during which they overhear Clarence discussing Eugenia with his doctor - an ‘accident’ which was planned by Momford all along. Eugenia suspects that he also intends to arrange a more direct encounter with Clarence, so she hides in the one place they will not expect to find her: Clarence’s bedroom. But Clarence is there, and they agree to marry. Momford is delighted that she has accepted his friend without knowing that the young man is also his heir.