The Two Merry Milkmaids, or The Best Words Wear the Garland · chunk 4 of 54
Cumber, John · published 1620 · first performed or written 1619 [1619-1620] (Annals) comedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) · before the Court T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.85 · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Why you mistake me, if you think I weep. No; what use then of your handkercher? Something has touched my eye, that does offend it. Some Feather like a Woman. Not so good Shuttlecock, your pointed wit stabs desperately at all times. Look you, 'tis thus: If you can love me, fair one, so; if not— So. Yes. So, so: For he did but so, so, For he did but so, so, and so let her go. Ha, ha, ha, Thou art a mad Wench, and haste mercy upon no man, far worse than I. Not worse; much about one, as the Collier to the Devil: but what shall we do, shall we not see the Duke? Yes faith, and thou sayst the word, and laugh him out of his Dominions: for to laugh him and all his train out of countenance, is nothing; I have a great mind to jeer the Courtiers. prithee let's, there requires not much wit about it. Is't done? If my consent will do't, 'tis. Why then 'tis done, and dun's the Mouse, and undone all the Courtiers: my Father's gone before to meet him. Yes, I saw him very spruce. Through out Ground he must come, the hour just at milking time. i'faith 'twere good— ha, Why dost thou laugh? Why I'll tell thee sirrah. No sirrah, you sha'not tell me, I wonot lose the glory of the invention, for I know you have found it. To go like Milkmaids. I knew it must out, or thy tongue had burnt else, To go like Milk maids, And like Milkmaids will we go, To make sport with the Courtiers, and triumph. The Maids they went a milking All in a misty morning, Down went their milking Pales, Up went their Terrie diddle Dales, And all was but a milking, And all was but a milking. i'faith Wenches, are you for employment? I would my Father had bound thee Prentice seven years ago to a Scrivener, by this time thou hadst lost thy Ears: What make you eavesdrop here? I thought this had not been a sober time of day with you. Faith want of money Sister is guilty of the sin. Come, supply, supply, or out goes all, I'll spoil your milking business. By this light if thou dost, thou shalt starve for want of Butter. Come, the Purse jingles, I hear it, For Music with his Silver Knell Rings us all in at the blue Bell. I must give him some. Give him all to be rid of him. What, you do not mean to go see the Duke, Brother? Not I i'faith Sister, I have a Duck of mine own, that I must visit— Tother shilling— I have no more, believe it. Pish, I cannot endure this paltering and patching between Sister and Brother—— So, now go your ways and milk, but take heed of churning; our Dairy maid got the toothache with—
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Why you mistake me, if you thinke I weepe. No; what vse then of your hand-kercher? Somthing has toucht my eye, that do's offend it. Some Feather like a Woman. Not so good Shuttle-cocke, your pointed wit stabbes desperately at all times. Looke you, 'tis thus: If you can loue me, faire one, so; if not— So. Yes. So, so: For he did but so, so, For he did but so, so, and so let her goe. Ha, ha, ha, Thou art a mad Wench, and hast mercy vpon no man, far worse then I. Not worse; much about one, as the Collier to the Deuill: but what shall we doe, shall we not see the Duke? Yes faith, and thou say'st the word, and laugh him out of his Dominions: for to laugh him and all his traine out of countenance, is nothing; I haue a great mind to icere the Courtiers. Prythe let's, there requires not much wit about it. Is't done? If my consent will do't, 'tis. Why then 'tis done, and dun's the Mouse, and vndone all the Courtiers: my Father's gone before to meet him. Yes, I saw him very spruce. Through out Ground he must come, the houre iust at milking time. Y faith 'twere good—ha, ha. Why do'st thou laugh? Why Ile tell thee sirrah. No sirrah, you shannot tell me, I wonnot lose the glory of the inuention, for I know you haue found it. To goe like Milke-maids. I knew it must out, or thy tongue had burnt else, To go like Milk maids, And like Milk-maids will we go, To make sport with the Courtiers, and triumph. The Maids they went a milking All in a mystie morning, Downe went their milking Pales, Vp went their Terrie diddle Dales, And all was but a milking, And all was but a milking. Y faith Wenches, are you for imployment? I wud my Father had bound thee Prentice seuen yeeres agoe to a Scriuener, by this time thou hadst lost thy Eares: What make you eues-dropping here? I thought this had not bin a sober time of day with you. Faith want of money Sister is guilty of the sinne. Come, supply, supply, or out goes all, Ile spoyle your milking businesse. By this light if thou do'st, thou shalt starue for want of Butter. Come, the Purse gingles, I heare it, For Musicke with his Siluer Knell Rings vs all in at the blew Bell. I must giue him some. Giue him all to be rid of him. What, you donnot meane to goe see the Duke, Brother? Not I yfaith Sister, I haue a Ducke of mine owne, that I must visit—T'other shilling— I haue no more, beleeue it. Pish, I cannot endure this platring and patching betweene Sister and Brother——So, now goe your wayes and milke, but take heed of churning; our Dayrie maid got the tooth-ach with—