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Excellent it a my credit, lets lay down our pro vant, and to him. Give me the apple to take up Jack, because my name is Jack. Come Jack , come Jack, come Jack. Whose page might you be Sir. This captain Fouleweather, alias Counterfeit ̄ mendations ( Will ) is the galla ̄ to that will needs be a suitor to our Cou ̄ tes Oh Sir, beware of one that can shower into the laps of Ladies, Captain Fowleweather? why he's a Captinado, or C ptaine of Captains, and will lie in the r io ntes that give him cause to work v Pon them so heavily, that he will make their hearts ache I warrant him Captain Fowleweather? why he will make the cold stones sweat for fear of him, a day or two befo e he come at them. Captain Fowleweather? why he does so dominere, and reign over women. A Southern man I think. How I prithee Will? Then being made Captain only by his Ladies comme delations, without any worth also of his own, he was ever after surnamed Captain Commendations? What are those two Knights names, that are thy captains Comrades, and within at supper with our Lady? In Essex? did not his Ancestors come out of London ̄ 'Tis enough, 'tis enough, as long as they have land enough, but now muster your third person afore us I beseech you, Nay she has one stram ge quality for a woman beside, though these be strange enough that he has reko ned. She can love reason able constantly, for she loved her husband only, almost a whole year together. My Lady Sir, the Lady Hippolita. (True my pretty Parenthesis ) is half a maid, half a wife, and hall e a widow. Thus Sir, he was betrothed to a gallant young gentleman that loud his with such passion and admi ration that he never thought he could be so blessed as to en oy her in sull marriage, till the minister was mar rying them, and even then when he was saying I Charles take thee Hippolita; with extreme joy he began to look pale, then going forwards saying to my wedded wife, he looked paler, and, then pronouncing, for richer for poorer as long as we both shall live, he looked extreme pale; Now sir when she comes to speak her part, and said, I Hippolota take thee Charles, he began to faint for joy, then saying to my wedded husband, he began to sink, but then going forth too for better sor woe e, he could stand no longer but with very conceit it seemed, that she whom he tendered as the best of all things, should pronounce the worst, and for his sake too, he sunk down right, and died suddenly: And thus being half married, & her half husband wholly dead, I hope I may with discretion affirm her, half a maid, half a wife, and half a widow; do you conceit me Sir? By measuring her neck twice, and trying if it will come about his forehead, and slip over her nose? No Sir Giles by no means, they will go privately thither, but if you will meet them there. Oh wise Knight! Heres a most sweet Gudgeon swallowed, is there not? I have a vaunt-Curriing devise shall make them digest it most healthfully. I faith Will, and put their great pagicall index to them too. Trusting they are not so deer to you, but you may. Save you Captain. If ever your worships say any thing we are undone for ever. And some said you, Sir Gyles, another you Sir and the third you Captain, Cry you mercy Sir, thank you sweet Cap taine A kentish Lord Sir, his ancestors came forth off Canterbury. He writes his name Sir, Tales, and he being the tenth son his father had; his father Christ worser him Decem Tales, and so his whole name is the Lord Decem Tal S. You mean a wench, do you not Sir, a foolish we ̄ changed? Of what degr e wood you have your Fool Sir, for you may have of all manner oh worser S. Why, and for that health Sir we will w rrant his Lordship, that if he should have all Bacon de sanitate tu Dam read to him, it shood not please his Lordship so well as our fool shall. Not for a world sir, we will go both, and seek him presently. Save you Captain. Things that cannot come to pass my Lord, the worse our Fortune's. Heavy news indeed my Lord, pray pardon us. Why sir Giles, he's too dogged and bitter for you in truth, we shall bring you a fool to make you laugh, and he shall make all the world laugh at us. I my Lord, for we have better news for you to harken after. My Lord Momford intreats your Lordship and these knights and captain to accompany the Countess Eugenia and the oh her two Ladies at his house at supper to night. Both will be their my Lord. Your L : your Cousin S r Gyles has promised the Ladies they shall see you sow. Oh pitiful knight, that koowes not nuptials from nutshells. We may see it indeed Sir, & you shall go afore with us. What and unmannerly trick is this of thy con tesse, to give the noble count her uncle the slip thus? Protest you Saucy Jack you, I shood do my country and courtship good service to beat thy continued lts teeth out of thy head, for suffering such a reue rend word to pass their Guard; why, the oldest courtier in the world man, can do no more then protest, A my word ( ) 'tis the great Baboon, that was to be seen in Southwark. Hast ever and Apple about thee ( Will ) weel take him up sure, we shall get a monstrous deal of more nigh with him. Like enough; he travailed for nothing else. I do not mean it, come Sir you shall go in and drink with us y faith. These two strange hungry knights ( Will ) make the leanest trenchers that ever I waited on. Marry Sir, he means she can do more then sleep, and eat and drink; and play at noddy, and help to make his self ready. Why alas what shood we do? all the stars of out heaven see, we seek her as fast as w e can, if she be crept into a rush we will seek her out or burn her. Bir Lady we have waited well the while. How greedily they take it in Sirrah.
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.