Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Two Merry Milkmaids, or The Best Words Wear the Garland · chunk 12 of 54

Cumber, John · published 1620 · first performed or written 1619 [1619-1620] (Annals)
comedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) · before the Court
T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns typicality 0.83 · 464 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.

Full Tide Gentlemen, full Tide. But you are welcome; I am your Servant, your Slave, your Cat, or your Dog, or any thing in Rerum natura. Hah mine Host, is't come to that Point? Go thy ways, go sleep, and send thy Dromedaries in with Wine, and Glasses clear as Crystal. As clear as Claridiana, my brave Bullies. What in History, mine Host? And in Poetry too, when I am pleased to couple— Some Wine you Knaves, some Wine. Your legs couple ill-favouredly, mine Host. My legs were not brought up to it. By your leave mine Host. Welcome of this side too my man of Knowledge, I am thy Slave, thy Servant, Dog, or Cat, or any thing in Rerum natura. By your leave Gentlemen. You are welcome Sir. I am a Stranger here, and understand You are Gentlemen of this Country, well descended, And I do want such good Acquaintances, Therefore make bold to press into your Company. An Italian Sir, I take it. Yes Sir, and a small practiser in Physic. O Sir, let not your modesty wrong you, I would you had a Pill to purge Melancholy, Here's a Gentleman much offended with't; Give him a Glass of Claret, you are a Stranger, And he will not refuse you. That I will Sir.— Fellow, some Wine.— Sir— I cry you mercy. I drink this to your Health, & I have brought it. How Sir? Let him drink off his Wine, and he'll tell you more. You spoke something like comfort, Sir. I did, and will persever. You are a welcome man, pray show how. Drink off your Wine, and he'll show you how. Prithee away. Pray Sir pledge me. I will pledge you. Did you not drink two, Sir? Yes marry did he, if I have two eyes, he drunk two. Prithee mine Host stand aside, thou hast ne'er an eye. How, ne'er an eye? that goes hard, if I have drunk out two eyes in three hours. Now Sir will you speak? Yes Sir, and tell you what I know, although a stranger, and till this hour never saw your face. O Villain, they were Bedfellows together for a Twelvemonth. You are in love with fair Dorigene, Sister unto this Gentleman. You amaze me. 'Tis true, Sir. Yes very true I find it: but for the cure of this? Why 'tis ordinary, get her good will, and lie with her. How think Sir, is not that the Cure? A better cannot be applied, I'll assure you. Would thou wert gone. How do you mean, in drink? give me some Wine, I had forgot myself. Mine Host, I would drink to thee, but thou art not able to pledge me: Therefore here's to thee honest Bluecoat. I thank you Sir.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Two Merry Milkmaids, or The Best Words Wear the Garland
AuthorCumber, John
Publication year (edition)1620
First performance / composition (Annals)1619 [1619-1620]
First performance (BritDrama)1619
Company (BritDrama)Red Bull (Revels) Company (first)
Theaterbefore the Court;
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 822 · TCP A17460 · DEEP 686
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 527–578 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 12 of 54 in this edition
Length464 words · 643 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T44 — Drinking: wine, ale and taverns cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.830 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T27 · seed 44: T21 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Full Tide Gentlemen, full Tide. But you are welcome; I am your Seruant, your Slaue, your Cat, or your Dogge, or any thing in Rerum natura. Hah mine Host, ist come to that Point? Goe thy wayes, goe sleepe, and send thy Dromedaries in with VVine, and Glasses cleare as Crystall. As cleare as Claridiana, my braue Bullyes. VVhat in Historie, mine Host? And in Poetry too, when I am pleas'd to couple—Some VVine you Knaues, some VVine. Your legges couple ill-fauouredly, mine Host. My legges were not brought vp to it. By your leaue mine Host. VVelcome of this side too my man of Knowledge, I am thy Slaue, thy Seruant, Dog, or Cat, or any thing in Rerum natura. By your leaue Gentlemen. You are welcome Sir. I am a Stranger here, and vnderstand You are Gentlemen of this Countrey, well descended, And I doe want such good Acquaintances, Therefore make bold to presse into your Company. An Italian Sir, I take it. Yes Sir, and a small practiser in Physicke. O Sir, let not your modestie wrong you, I wud you had a Pill to purge Melancholy, Here's a Gentleman much offended with't; Giue him a Glasse of Claret, you are a Stranger, And he will not refuse you. That I will Sir.—Fellow, some VVine.— Sir— I cry you mercy. I drinke this to your Health, & I haue brought it. How Sir? Let him drinke off his Wine, and hee'le tell you more. You spoke something like comfort, Sir. I did, and will perseuer. You are a welcome man, pray shew how. Drinke off your Wine, and heele shew you how. Prythy away. Pray Sir pledge me. I will pledge you. Did you not drinke two, Sir? Yes marry did he, if I haue two eyes, he drunke two. Prythy mine Host stand aside, thou hast ne're an eye. How, ne're an eye? that goes hard, if I haue drunke out two eyes in three houres. Now Sir will you speake? Yes Sir, and tell you what I know, although a stranger, and till this houre neuer saw your face. O Villaine, they were Bedfellowes together for a Twelue-month. You are in loue with faire Dorigene, Sister vnto this Gentleman. You amaze me. 'Tis true, Sir. Yes very true I find it: but for the cure of this? Why 'tis ordinary, get her good will, and lye with her. How thinke Sir, is not that the Cure? A better cannot be applyed, Ile assure you. Wud thou wert gone. How doe you meane, in drinke? giue me some Wine, I had forgot my selfe. Mine Host, I wud drinke to thee, but thou art not able to pledge me: Therefore here's to thee honest Blew-coat. I thanke you Sir.