The Two Merry Milkmaids, or The Best Words Wear the Garland · chunk 14 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 0.88 · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Gentlemen, as I understand myself, I am a Lord, I do not know, I may be an abused Coxcomb; But howsoever, here are good Tokens of it. Mine Host, what have I chalked in sundry and several times? Chalk is but Chalk, a Rundle makes a shilling, but that's nothing. I'll come to you mine Host when you are sober. Gentlemen, you are for the Court, I am for the Tailors: When next we meet, We will bring hearts as sound as our Clothes, sweet. What, is the Duke married? Questionless, by this time; they were at To have and to hold when I leave 'em. Look you, here come the Feathers, the inseparable Coxcombs of the Court. By the lifeblood which danceth on her Lip, She is all Paradise; Divine, Angelical, The Duchess methinks looks like a Dowdy to her. O for an Informer— Capital Treason. If my tailor had not been a Knave— He had been an honest man. But— O there's a stop, I thought the brazen Image would ha' spoke. Asmody, you were best stay behind, There's no place for Spirits i'th' Court. O Sir, all your brave Spirits keep at Court, And I know my distance. If you do not, here be those will teach you. What comfort man? there is no fitter place To attend their coming out, then here, Here you may have full sight, and perhaps speech. Nay I will have speech with her, & tell her roundly How she has played the murderess with a man That would have died most willingly for her. What, in the passionate vain again? No, but somewhat vehement. The Diadem that crowned my Head, brought Cares along with Dignity: But thou my Sweet Hast crowned my Heart with joys perpetual, Love, that did lead thee to the Church a Maid, Hath brought thee back again a perfect Wife, And made thee fit to be as thou dost promise, Mother of many Princes. Pray Heaven the Duke be in his right senses, He talks all Raptures, studied Poetry. As every outrageous Lover does. If I were weary of my life, I have an adagy would hang me instantly. What's that? Why the old one, Hot love's soon cold. To require you, That breath were better kept, to cool your Porridge. You say very right, Sir. This is the Face that would not let me rest, But visit me in Dreams: Look this way still, And burn me with thy comfortable Beams. I must confess, I ever had a wild, Wanton, and untamed Tongue, but still the Heart Of such a Matron as my Mother was: I did and do still love thee, and I protest Purposed to have married thee, but that I think thyself would not have wished me to have lost A Fortune such as this— Little did I imagine, When I did jest those words, to have been a Duchess.
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Gentlemen, as I vnderstand my selfe, I am a Lord, I donnot know, I may be an abus'd Coxcombe; But howsoeuer, here are good Tokens of it. Mine Host, what haue I chalkt in sundry and seuerall times? Chalke is but Chalke, a Rundle makes a shilling, but that's nothing. Ile come to you mine Host when you are sober. Gentlemen, you are for the Court, I am for the Taylors: When next we meet, We will bring hearts as sound as our Clothes, sweet. What, is the Duke martyed? Questionlesse, by this time; they were at To haue and to hold when I left'hem. Looke you, here come the Feathers, the inseparable Coxcombs of the Court. By the life-bloud which danceth on her Lip, She is all Paradice; Diuine, Angelicall, The Duchesse me thinkes lookes like a Dowdie to her. O for an Informer—Capitall Treason. If my Taylor had not bin a Knaue— He had bin an honest man. But— O there's a stop, I thought the brazen Image wud ha' spoke. Asmody, you were best stay behind, There's no place for Spirits i'th' Court. O Sir, all your braue Spirits keepe at Court, And I know my distance. If you donnot, here be those will teach you. What comfort man? there is no fitter place To attend their comming out, then here, Here you may haue full sight, and perhaps speech. Nay I wil haue speech with her, & tell her roundly How she ha's play'd the Murdresse with a man That would haue dy'd most willingly for her. What, in the passionate vaine againe? No, but somewhat vehement. The Diademe that crown'd my Head, brought Cares along with Dignitie: But thou my Sweet Hast crown'd my Heart with Ioyes perpetuall, Loue, that did lead thee to the Church a Maid, Hath brought thee backe againe a perfect Wife, And made thee fit to be as thou do'st promise, Mother of many Princes. Pray Heauen the Duke be in his right sences, He talkes all Raptures, studied Poetrie. As euery outragious Louer does. If I were wearie of my life, I haue an Adagie wud hang me instantly. What's that? Why the old one, Hot loue's soone cold. To require you, That breath were better kept, to coole your Porredge. You say very right, Sir. This is the Face that wud not let me rest, But visit me in Dreames: Looke this way still, And burne me with thy comfortable Beames. I must confesse, I euer had a wild, Wanton, and vntam'd Tongue, but still the Heart Of such a Matron as my Mother was: I did and doe still loue thee, and I protest Purpos'd to haue married thee, but that I thinke Thy selfe wud not haue wisht me to haue lost A Fortune such as this—Little did I imagine, When I did ieast those words, to haue bin a Duchesse.