The Two Merry Milkmaids, or The Best Words Wear the Garland · chunk 6 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 0.65 · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
I saw the Adlantatho of Domingo mounted upon such another, not much different, nay surely nothing at all; and I do not think but they were twins, only I think your Lordships the better. Hum. Your Lordship keeps the Saddle admirable, Hum. I would your Lordship had been with me at Iapon, I speak it for horse's sake, and Horsemanship together; I protest they are the best Riders, if I said the Rankest, I did not lie: for believe it, I hold your Rank Ryder a good Rider, take him always, and at all times: As your Frenchman, in Christendom I do not know a ranker Rider, unless it be some part North, there they are Scourers. Your Lordship has a most neat Ruff, and becomes you most elegantly. Hum. Is not this a fine Dialogue? How now? Who come these to milk? my Lord and's compeer? No, believe it Sir, they are taken up for the Duke's own tooth. I'd as live thou hadst told me a Tale: yet beshrew me they are a couple of handsome Calves with white Faces; but the degrees of this how com'st about? Why the Duke passing by, cast his eye upon them, and with it, I believe, his fancy: for upon some consideration, he sent back, to give command, they should be brought hither to my Lord's House. 'Tis not amiss, he does well to begin wholesome. Will your Lordship conduct? ay, this will be good, stand aside, & give' her law. Fair gentle Milk maid. Sweet courteous Squire. Good; a Wench of Language: by this hand I love thee. Love me Sir, why you have scarce looked on me. That's all one, I protest I love thee, I am sorry for't. How which one? sorry for't? sorry-that I, whom Ladies languish for, repine, and die? Surely Sir, those Ladies are not sound, that die of such a scurvy disease. You now betray your rudeness; I am angry. You show yourself an Ass, and I not care for't. udfoot, and my Dagger had not been rusty, that I might have drawn it with credit, I'd ha' stuck it in the middle of your Milk Pale, foolish, scurvy, coarse-kersey, dirty-tailed, dangling dug Cow: A Gentleman Courtier and traveler, whose feet has measured the Alps, and be disgraced in a piece of unplowed Pasture. I have lighted upon one of the Egyptian Idols, taught with some Engine to put off his Hat, and screw his Face a little: I cannot speak to it like a man, yet I will talk to it as if it were one. How came you hither Sir, pray did you ride, or were you drawn in a Cart? Hum Nay, believe it my Lord, they are a brace of the rudest Baubees that ever drew or sucked the Milk of Innocence. Why, but he is not a Lord, I hope, Sir?
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I saw the Adlantatho of Domingo mounted vpon such another, not much different, nay surely nothing at all; and I donnot thinke but they were twinnes, onely I thinke your Lordships the better. Hum. Your Lordship keepes the Saddle admirable, Hum. I wud your Lordship had bin with me at Iapon, I speake it for Horses sake, and Hsemanship together; I protest they are the best Ryders, if I said the Rankest, I did not lye: for beleeue it, I hold your Ranke Ryder a good Ryder, take him alwayes, and at all times: As your Frenchman, in Christendome I donnot know a ranker Ryder, vnlesse it be some part North, there they are Scourers. Your Lordship has a most neat Ruffe, and becomes you most elegantly. Hum. Is not this a fine Dialogue? How now? Who come these to milke? my Lord and's Compeere? No, beleeue it Sir, they are taken vp for the Dukes owne tooth. Ide as liue thou hadst told me a Tale: yet beshrew me they are a couple of handsome Calues with white Faces; but the degrees of this how com'st about? Why the Duke passing by, cast his eye vpon them, and with it, I beleeue, his fancie: for vpon some consideration, he sent backe, to giue commaund, they should be brought hither to my Lords House. 'Tis not amisse, he does well to begin holesome. Will your Lordship conduct? I, this will be good, stand aside, & giue 'he law. Faire gentle Milke maid. Sweet courteous Squire. Good; a Wench of Language: by this hand I loue thee. Loue me Sir, why you haue scarce lookt on me. That's all one, I protest I loue thee, I am sorry for't. How whi one? sorry for't? sorry-that I, whom Ladies languish for, repine, and die? Surely Sir, those Ladies are not sound, that die of such a scuruie disease. You now betray your rudenesse; I am angry. You show your selfe an Asse, and I not care for't. Vdfoot, and my Dagger had not bin rustie, that I might haue drawne it with credit, I'd a stucke it in the middle of your Milk Pale, foolish, scuruy, course-kersie, durty-tayl'd, dangling dug Cow: A Gentleman Courtier and Traueller, whose feet ha's measur'd the Alpes, and be disgrac'd in a piece of vnplow'd Pasture. I haue lighted vpon one of the Egyptian Idols, taught with some Engine to put off his Hat, and screw his Face a little: I cannot speake to it like a man, yet I will talke to it as if it were one. How came you hither Sir, pray did you ride, or were you drawne in a Cart? Hum Nay, beleeue it my Lord, they are a brace of the rudest Baubees that euer drew or suckt the Milke of Innocence. Why, but he is not a Lord, I hope, Sir?