r Gyles Goosecappe_ was issued, after the
author's death, in 1636; and the following dedication was appended by
Hugh Perry, the publisher:--

To the Worshipfull RICHARD YOUNG of Woolleyfarme in the County of Berks,
Esquire.

WORTHY SIR,

_The many favours, and courtesies, that I have Received from you, and
your much Honor'd Father, have put such an obligation upon me, as I have
bin long cogitateing how to expresse myselfe by the requitall of some
part of them; Now this Play having diverse yeeres since beene thrust
into the world to seeke its owne entertainment, without so much as an
epistle, or under the Shelter of any generous spirit, is now almost
become worne out of memory: and comming to be press'd to the publique
view againe, it having none to speake for it (the _Author_ being dead) I
am bold to recommend the same to your Worships protection, I know your
studies are more propense to more serious subjects, yet vouchsafe, I
beseech you, to recreate your selfe with this at some vacant time when
your leasure will permit you to peruse it, and daigne mee to bee_,

Your Worships bounden Servant,

HVGH PERRY.

SIR GYLES GOOSECAPPE, _Knight_,

A Comedy presented by the Chil. of the Chappell.

AT LONDON: Printed by _Iohn Windet_, for _Edward Blunt_. 1606.

_Eugenia_, A widowe and a Noble Ladie.
_Hippolyta_, |
_Penelope_, | Ladie-virgines, and Companions to Eugenia.
_Wynnifred_, gentlewoman to Eugenia.
_Monford_, A Noble Man, uncle to Eugenia.
_Clarence_, Gentleman, friend to _Monf_.
_Fowlweather_, A french affected Travayler, and a Captaine.
_Sir Gyles Goosecap_, a foolish Knight.
_Sir Cuthbert Rudsbie_, a blunt Knight.
_Sir Clement Kingcob_, a Knight,
_Lord Tales_.
_Lord Furnifall_.
_Bullaker_, a french Page.
_Iack_, |
_Will_, | Pages.

Sir Gyles Goosecappe, _Knight_.

_Actvs Primvs_.

SCAENA PRIMA.

_Enter Bullaker with a Torche_.

_Bullaker_. This is the Countesse _Eugenias_ house, I thinke. I can
never hit of theis same English City howses, tho I were borne here: if I
were in any City in _Fraunce_, I could find any house there at midnight.

_Enter Iack, and Will_.

_Iack_. Theis two strange hungry Knights (_Will_) make the leanest
trenchers that ever I waited on.

_Will_. A plague on them _Iack_; they leave us no fees at all, for our
attendance. I thinke they use to set their bones in silver they pick
them so cleane.--See, see, see, _Iack_, whats that.

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