The Two Merry Milkmaids, or The Best Words Wear the Garland · chunk 25 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 T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
You conjured him, into what? into a blue coat And a beard, did you not? look you there's your Asmody. Troth Sir, you have been too cruel with him, You might a let him have boiled in his livery, For his herd, it was not a miss to be plucked off, For in time it would ha' been scalded. Come, you are a Novice, did you think you could Proceed in my own Art, but I should know it? I was that Asmody appeared to you, When you kept such a thundering, with words That were of as much effect to call or move Spirits, as mountains: But my Dorilus, My loving Pupil, for whose good I cannot With all the Art I have, labour enough. O, your zeal Sir hath been ever shown, Presume upon me, for I do predict There will be need of me, and of my Art Ere it be long: And unless it please My Pupil Bernard, here to turn me off, I'll e'en in to my livery again. You may do as you please Sir, but if you do, I shall forget you are my Master, and make account I have my servant Asmody again. Do so, and command me as you have done, I'll be unto your will obedient As your own limbs, and howsoe'er things sort, In spite of Fortune we'll have a little sport. Sir, I have a suit to you. Speak it. To know this Gentleman, and if not for my sake, For his own to grace him, he has deserved it. He has. O my dear brother. What do you mean Sir. Away with her to prison, and let her father, And her brother both be turned out of the Court. Lord Raymond, be it your charge to see it done. Unwillingly I obey you; O my heart dances, And tuned unto so many joys, it beats My blood about me into every part, That I grow young again; Alas good Lady, Why do you weep? these tears were well becoming If you had any crime to wash away, But you are clear as heaven; then bear yourself As confident and shining, that stands unshaken, When men speak blasphemy and throw up curses: Beware sweet Princess, your too zealous care, Expressed in the behalf of your firm friend, May be by some informing Ear snatched up, And carried to the Duke, which would pile high, And heighten up the mountain of his wrath. Let it be so, and let that mountain Fall, And all the world, with his displeasure on me, But hidden in the ruin, yet at last It is my comfort, I shallbe found myself. What a well built castle is a clear Conscience? No Battery, no Invasion stirs it, When a guilty on, is like a spider's web, Shook with the motion of each little fly. What help there lies in me much injured Lady, Assure yourself of it, as if your own heart Had the power to work it.
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You coniurde him, into what? into a blew coate And a beard, did you not? look you ther's your Asmody. Troth Sir, you haue bin to cruell with him, You might a let him haue boyld in his liuorie, For his heard, it was not a misse to be pluckt off, For in time it wud a bin scalded. Come, you are a Nouice, did you think you could Proceed in my owne Art, but I should know it? I was that Asmody appear'd to you, When you kept such a thundring, with words That were of as much effect to call or moue Spirits, as mountaines: But my Dorilus, My louing Pupill, for whose good I cannot With all the Art I haue, labour enough. O, your zeale Sir hath bin euer showne, Presume vpon me, for I do predict There will be need of me, and of my Art Ere it be long: And vnlesse it please My Pupill Bernard, here to turne me off, Ile eu'n in to my liuory againe. You may do as you please Sir, but if you do, I shall forget you are my Master, and make account I haue my seruant Asmody againe. Do so, and command me as you haue done, Ile be vnto your will obedient As your owne lymbs, and how so ere things sort, In spight of Fortune weele haue a▪ little sport. Sir, I haue a suite to you. Speake it. To know this Gentleman, and if not for my sake, For his owne to grace him, he has deseru'd it. He has. O my deare brother. What do you meane Sir. Away with her to prison, and let her father, And her brother both be turn'd out of the Court. Lord Raymond, be it your charge to see it done. Vnwillingly I obey you; O my hart dances, And tun'd vnto so many ioyes, it beates My bloud about me into euery part, That I grow yong againe; Alas good Lady, Why do you weepe? these teares were well becomming If you had any crime to wash away, But you are cleere as heauen; then beare your selfe As confident and shining, that stands vnshaken, When men speake blasphemie and throw vp curses: Beware sweet Princesse, your too zealous care, Exprest in the behalfe of your firme friend, May be by some informing Eare snatcht vp, And carryed to the Duke, which wud pile high, And heighten vp the mountaine of his wrath. Let it be so, and let that mountaine Fall, And all the world, with his displeasure on me, But hidden in the ruine, yet at last It is my comfort, I shalbe found my selfe. What a well built castle is a cleare Conscience? No Batterie, no Inuasion stirres it, When a guiltie on, is like a Spiders web, Shooke with the motion of each little flye. What helpe there lies in me much iniur'd Lady, Assure your selfe of it, as if your owne heart Had the powre to worke it.