The Two Merry Milkmaids, or The Best Words Wear the Garland · chunk 18 of 54
Cumber, John · published 1620 · first performed or written 1619 [1619-1620] (Annals) comedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) · before the Court unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
O madam, do not so, you'll spoil your painting. Looke you my Lord, my Lord your Sonne is at ir. A shrewd Boy: I thought, because myself Have been bred up a Soldier, and unfit, And ever was, to these Court Compliments; He, having not been exercised, would be so: I'll leave him now, and take no more charge of him. No, no, let the Surgeon look to him. Would I were i'the Country again, I shall run mad here: your tumultuous Courtiers wonot let me rest; Visitants early and late, and all come about one business, to tell me I am fair, which I know well enough, yet can be well content to let them swear it. I have the Prayers of all the Mercers, Tailors, Haberdashers, i'the whole City, and their wife's Curses; for not a Man looks that way: I am the Bird, at which each well-drawn Courtier shoots his Bolt. Look you, I am spied already: They leave all Companies, all Places; upon Service times, the Chapel, if I be not there. Now my tongue-tied Lord, whose Language is i'the Motion of his Neck, I wonder he is not troubled with the Crick: What does your Lordship say? I do not hear you. Hum. Would the World believe there were such a Man? Pray my Lord tell me your meaning? Hum. Sure your Honour had a silent Nurse. He would ha' proved the Miracle of the World, if he had been a Woman. He would indeed signior: I do not think, but if his Tongue were clipped, he would talk yet; what think you? I think as you think, Lady. Take heed of that, so you may wrong yourself. I would my Lord that I could understand you, I do persuade myself then I could love you. O sweet Lady. Why this is well my Lord, can you go on? I had a hard heart else. Admirable; good my Lord go forward, Talk, and I'll love you infinitely, that is, beyond talk. Silence Lady is the best part of Wisdom. Let Wisdom go to grave ones, give us Talk, It is Youth's Music, and doth stir Affection, As Motion, Heat. Good my Lord talk. Why Lady, I can talk. O my Lord. What ail you, Lady? You will ravish me. Not I, I'll assure you I come not of the kind. I mean you'll overcome me: And if you talk much, I shall entreat you you will hold your peace. Nay, believe it Lady, I will not talk much: but if I list to talk, I have a Tongue that can talk much, and loud, as another Man. I was afraid he would ha' said, Woman. But talk's but talk, therefore I use it not: but for your sake, sweet Lady, it may be that I will find a Tongue to talk of something; and that same something must be of you, or else 'tis nothing.
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O Madame, donnot so, you'le spoile your painting. Looke you my Lord, my Lord your Sonne is at ir. A shrewd Boy: I thought, because my selfe Haue bin bred vp a Souldier, and vnfit, And euer was, to these Court Complements; He, hauing not bin exercis'd, wud be so: Ile leaue him now, and take no more charge of him. No, no, let the Surgion looke to him. Wud I were i'the Countrey againe, I shall run mad here: your tumultuous Courtiers wonnot let me rest; Visitants early and late, and all come about one businesse, to tell me I am faire, which I know well ynough, yet can be well content to let them sweare it. I haue the Prayers of all the Mercers, Taylors, Haberdashers, i'the whole Citie, and their Wiues Curses; for not a Man lookes that way: I am the Bird, at which each welldrawne Courtier shoots his Bolt. Looke you, I am spyed already: They leaue all Companies, all Places; vpon Seruice times, the Chappell, if I be not there. Now my tongue-tyed Lord, whose Language is i'the Motion of his Necke, I wonder he is not troubled with the Cricke: What does your Lordship say? I donnot heare you. Hum. Wud the World beleeue there were such a Man? Pray my Lord tell me your meaning? Hum. Sure your Honor had a silent Nurse. He wud ha' prou'd the Miracle of the World, if he had bin a Woman. He wud indeed Seignior: I donnot thinke, but if his Tongue were clipt, he wud talke yet; what thinke you? I thinke as you thinke, Lady. Take heed of that, so you may wrong your selfe. I wud my Lord that I could vnderstand you, I doe perswade my selfe then I could loue you. O sweet Lady. Why this is well my Lord, can you goe on? I had a hard heart else. Admirable; good my Lord goe forward, Talke, and Ile loue you infinitely, that is, beyond talke. Silence Lady is the best part of Wisdome. Let Wisdome goe to graue ones, giue vs Talke, It is Youth's Musicke, and doth stirre Affection, As Motion, Heat. Good my Lord talke. Why Lady, I can talke. O my Lord. What ayle you, Lady? You will rauish me. Not I, Ile assure you I come not of the kind. I meane you'le ouercome me: And if you talke much, I shall entreat you you will hold your peace. Nay, beleeue it Lady, I will not talke much: but if I list to talke, I haue a Tongue that can talke much, and lowd, as another Man. I was afraid he wud ha' said, Woman. But talke's but talke, therefore I vse it not: but for your sake, sweet Lady, it may be that I will find a Tongue to talke of something; and that same something must be of you, or else 'tis nothing.