The Two Merry Milkmaids, or The Best Words Wear the Garland · chunk 20 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 0.84 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Let me prove what I will Sister, I'll have all the Court to imitate me: if I had been borne a Fool, I wonder what's he would ha' been wise? Come Wench, be thyself still, and thou shalt be the Miracle of Princes, Have all the wit thy Subjects utter, thine, And drawn together in a Volume, called, The Duchess of Saxonie her Apothegms; Which shall put down the Tales of other Nations. Thy Birthday shall be made a Holiday, And crowned with full Cups, and with deep ones too, And I myself will first begin the Health, And bring it up in Germany a Fashion, Oft to salute the Cup, and kiss it sweetly. But where's the Duke my Brother? tired and retired? Pray my Lord do you speak to him, happily he will endure reproof from you. My Lord. I have sworn not to grant any Suits this week, therefore prithee do not trouble me—— O, my Lord, I cry you mercy. The Duchess would be private. Neat and private she shall be, 'tis fit, Let you and I shake hands, Wisdom and Wit. Thou art all wildness, that nothing I think will tame, but a long Voyage, and unfortunate. O Iulia, I do think upon thy poor afflicted Brother, Good Gentleman, that he should place his love so disastrously. I wonder how he does? He is as great a stranger unto me as to you madam, I never saw him since. I hope he did not spend his time so ill In the University at Wittenberg, But he has learned so much Philosophy, To tame those headstrong Passions. You may pray rather he has not spent his time As Faustus did, and many that are there, In negromancy, so to perform the Task You have laid on him. Alas poor Wench, dost thou believe there can be such an Art? Why, have we it not recorded, Faustus did Fetch Bruno's Wife, Duchess of Saxonie In the dead time of Winter, Grapes she longed for? Such a Report there goes, but I hold fabulous. Well, had I been as you, I'd not ha' laid so deep an Oath upon't. Would that were my worst fear. Look where he comes. Iulia leave me, I'll hold conference with him, and by delays seek to wear out his Sorrow. I obey you madam. Why kneel you Dorilus? Duty has taught me, though you were not her Fortune has made you: Every thing delights To be commanded by you; under your wish Lies all things upon Earth, and grows for you, Prospers for your sake, strives to be lovely, In emulation of your Excellence. Here is a Garland of those Flowers you spoke of, Which Nature put forth, and Art fetched for you; Place it upon your Head, and it shall dim The glorious splendour of your other Crown: Lasting it is, as it; for it shall flourish According to your wishes, till I alter And change the course of my Affection.
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Let me proue what I will Sister, Ile haue all the Court to imitate me: if I had bin borne a Foole, I wonder what's he wud ha' bin wise? Come VVench, be thy selfe still, and thou shalt be the Miracle of Princes, Haue all the wit thy Subiects vtter, thine, And drawne together in a Volume, call'd, The Duchesse of Saxonie her Apothegmes; VVhich shall put downe the Tales of other Nations. Thy Birth-day shall be made a Holy-day, And crown'd with full Cups, and with deepe ones too, And I my selfe will first begin the Health, And bring it vp in Germany a Fashion, Oft to salute the Cup, and kisse it sweetly. But where's the Duke my Brother? tyr'd and retyr'd? Pray my Lord doe you speake to him, happily he will endure reproofe from you. My Lord. I haue sworne not to graunt any Suits this weeke, therefore prythy donnot trouble me——O, my Lord, I cry you mercy. The Duchesse wud be priuate. Neat and priuate she shall be, 'tis fit, Let you and I shake hands, Wisdome and VVit. Thou art all wildnesse, that nothing I thinke will tame, but a long Voyage, and vnfortunate. O Iulia, I doe thinke vpon thy poore afflicted Brother, Good Gentleman, that he should place his loue so disastrously. I wonder how he does? He is as great a stranger vnto me as to you Madame, I neuer saw him since. I hope he did not spend his time so ill In the Vniuersitie at Wittemberg, But he ha's learnt so much Philosophie, To tame those headstrong Passions. You may pray rather he ha's not spent his time As Faustus did, and many that are there, In Negromancie, so to performe the Taske You haue layd on him. Alas poore VVench, do'st thou beleeue there can be such an Art? VVhy, haue we it not recorded, Faustus did Fetch Bruno's Wife, Duchesse of Saxoni In the dead time of Winter, Grapes she long'd for? Such a Report there goes, but I hold fabulous. Well, had I bin as you, I'de not ha' layd so deepe an Oath vpon't. Wud that were my worst feare. Looke where he comes. Iulia leaue me, Ile hold conference with him, and by delayes seeke to weare out his Sorrow. I obey you Madame. Why kneele you Dorilus? Dutie ha's taught me, though you were not her Fortune ha's made you: Euery thing delights To be commanded by you; vnder your wish Lyes all things vpon Earth, and growes for you, Prospers for your sake, striues to be louely, In emulation of your Excellence. Here is a Garland of those Flowers you spoke of, Which Nature put forth, and Art fetcht for you; Place it vpon your Head, and it shall dim The glorious splendor of your other Crowne: Lasting it is, as it; for it shall flourish According to your wishes, till I alter And change the course of my Affection.