The Two Merry Milkmaids, or The Best Words Wear the Garland · chunk 24 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 T1 Death, grief and revenge · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Well met Sir. How now? Melancholy. But now I think on't, every man is so After his height of dalliance, I did hear You had admittance: And I saith how find you her. You have my land Sir. Yes, in my pocket, a large hose you'll say Can hold so many acres: But impart, You told me, being familiar with the Cause, I should partake in the Event. She has performed— Yes, very gracious. Why so then, what would you more? No more. Zfoot, he's turned Echo: but I have observed, Knock at the heart of Man after full joys, And you shall find him like an empty Vessel. I will leave you Sir. Hear me first. Because you may not spread a Calumny, Which when you're not yourself, Wine may bring forth: Here I protest by all that's Righteous, Both in Earth and Heaven, though I had bought And paid for this Sin as yourself can witness, And might have purchased it (but with her Curses) I gave her Vows back freely to herself, Made her the same Duchess that she was, And is still absolute. How? freely gave her what cost you so dear? Freely: and had my Life been in the Bargain, It had gone, And Wife and Children, If I had been worth 'em— O you do not know, And it is tedious to relate it to you. You are a frank Giver, and you shall teach me (For in all Goodness I will be your Scholar) To imitate, though not to equal you: Here take your Bonds again, If you could check That untamed Fiend, called Lust, why should not I, By your Example, bridle Avarice: He is not worthy to receive, that knows not how to restore. Pray take it, you wonot, You would be singular, then look you Sir 'tis canceled: Thus from the letters I do tear the law, As you the crime you went with from your heart, You have your own again: And I am richer Without it, then possessing. Fare you well Sir. Pray stay Sir, and make me not so wretched As leave that ugly sin Ingratitude For my Companion: I may through your friendship Think this life happy, to score age upon me, And die, with Stories of you to my children. And I of you would do the like to mine: That shall if I can work it, call you uncle. Bernard my friend, and chamber-fellow. And brother that would be, nay must be; Though I undertake as bad a task as picking of flowers. For here's my spirit Asmody can fly The same way again. No, I have clipped his wings. 'Sfoot my Tutor, I am undone. And bound him to a fiery chariot For threescore years, and after to be thrown Into the bottom of the burning lake, Boiling with Pitch and Sulphur. Alas poor Asmody, he will be over coddled, For his audaciousness. Alas Sir, 'twas not his fault; for to say truth, I conjured him.
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Well met Sir. How now? Melancholy. But now I thinke on't, euery man is so After his height of dalliance, I did heare You had admittance▪ And I saith how find you her. You haue my land Sir. Yes, in my pocket, a large hose youle say Can hold so many Akers: But impart, You told me, being familiar with the Cause, I should partake in the Euent. She ha's performd— Yes, very gracious. Why so then, what wud you more? No more. Zfoot, hee's turn'd Eccho: but I haue obseru'd, Knocke at the heart of Man afterfull ioyes, And you shall find him like an emptie Vessell. I will leaue you Sir. Heare me first. Because you may not spread a Calumnie, Which when y'are not your selfe, Wine may bring forth: Here I protest by all that's Righteous, Both in Earth and Heauen, though I had bought And payd for this Sinne as your selfe can witnesse, And might haue purchas'd it (but with her Curses) I gaue her Vowes backe freely to her selfe, Made her the same Duchesse that she was, And is still absolute. How? freely gaue her what cost you so deare? Freely: and had my Life bin in the Bargaine, It had gone, And Wife and Children, If I had bin worth 'hem—O you donnot know, And it is tedious to relate it to you. You are a franke Giuer, and you shall teach me (For in all Goodnesse I will be your Scholler) To imitate, though not to equall you: Here take your Bonds againe, If you coud checke That vntam'd Fiend, call'd Lust, why should not I, By your Example, bridle Auarice: He is not worthy to receiue, that knowes not how to restore. Pray take it, you wonnot, You wud be singuler, then looke you Sir tis canceld: Thus from the letters I do teare the law, As you the crime you went with from your heart, You haue your owne againe: And I am richer Without it, then possessing. Fare you well Sir. Pray stay Sir, and make me not so wretched As leaue that vgly sinne Ingratitude For my Companion: I may through your friendship Thinke this life happy, to score age vpon me, And die, with Stories of you to my children. And I of you wud doe the like to mine: That shall if I can worke it, call you vnckle. Bernard my friend, and chamber-fellow. And brother that wud be, nay must be; Though I vndertake as bad a taske as picking of flowers. For here's my spirit Asmody can flie The same way againe. No, I haue clipt his wings. Zfoote my Tutor, I am vndone. And bound him to a fierie chariot For threescore yeares, and after to be throwne Into the bottome of the burning lake, Boyling with Pitch and Sulphure. Alas poore Asmody, he will be ouer coddled, For his audaciousnesse. Alas Sir, 'twas not his fault; for to say truth, I coniurde him.