The Two Merry Milkmaids, or The Best Words Wear the Garland · chunk 26 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 T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
I should wrong much noblesse to think otherwise. See madam, here's a Guard upon you. They are welcome. So, the devil when he meaneth to seduce, Puts on an angel's shape, who doth not know. How to dissemble, must not think to grow Or prosper in his purpose. In this plot Envy alone is not expressed, but hot Untameable desires, which flame so high; One mischief must another satisfy. I love, fair Iulia, and there was no way How to obtain, but bringing to decay The greatness of the Princess; misery Will burst the strongest bar of Chastity. She comes: Where is my wretched Mistress? Alas, she is lost, and those that seek her, Must be companions of her misery. Therefore be wise fair Iulia, and forget her; Thou art as fair as she, as excellent; And I that rule the Duke do think so. What means this? The meaning is like him that utters it, Plain and sincere, to make thee Mistress Of all the happiness which thou canst wish; As she whom I create shall stand above, And laugh at the calamities of others: Look not upon my hairs, I'm not so old But I can kiss thee into Action, Infuse a breath into you through your Ear, Shall call a flaming blush into your cheek, And turn this springtide of your tears to fire, Or change 'em into blood, and strike 'em inward, To incite a heat as sensual as the same That did beget you. I am uncapable of this ill language: But suppose I were (my Lord) as you esteem me, Is this a time, when my heart's full of sorrow, Ready to break for their unfortunate fates, To give admittance to so loathed a fact, That never could be tempted in the height Of festivals: and all the soothing flatteries Trust up in vows and glories of a Court. Why? I will give you liberty to think, To ponder on it for a little time; For I would rather Love should make thee mine Then Violence or Fear. Consider of it Without delays, return me absolute: I am not like your dull cold Englishman, That can attend his Mistress a whole day, A week, a month, a year, yet check his blood, And when it should have vent to burst in fire, He weeps out in water. The Sun burns Not outward, as my blood within, passions beat So thick and short, they make my entrails sweat. But for a while I leave you, think and be wise. 'tis wisdom to conceal what I do think, And truth to call thee villain: O we are Ruined, all of us are ruined, Yonder she is, and weeping— Who will not be in love with sorrow, while it takes up Her dwelling in that face, it is a question? Whether smiles more adorn that cheek then tears. O worthy Sir, how does my brother? Well, do not you fear it Lady.
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I shud wrong much noblesse to thinke otherwise. See Madame, here's a Guard vpon you. They are welcome. So, the diuell when he meaneth to seduce, Puts on an Angels shape, who doth not know. How to dissemble, must not thinke to grow Or prosper in his purpose. In this plot Enuie alone is not exprest, but hot Vntameable desires, which flame so hie; One mischiefe must another satisfie. I loue, faire Iulia, and there was no way How to obtaine, but bringing to decay The greatnes of the Princesse; miserie Will burst the strongest barre of Chastitie. She comes: Where is my wretched Mistresse? Alas, shee is lost, and those that seeke her, Must be companions of her miserie. Therefore be wise faire Iulia, and forget her; Thou art as faire as she, as excellent; And I that rule the Duke do thinke so. What meanes this? The meaning is like him that vtters it, Plaine and sincere, to make thee Mistresse Of all the happinesse which thou canst wish; As she whom I create shall stand aboue, And laugh a the calamities of others: Looke not vpon my haires, I'm not so old But I can kisse thee into Action, Infuse a breath into you through your Eare, Shall call a flaming blush into your cheeke, And turne this spring-tide of your teares to fire, Or change 'hem into blood, and strike 'hem inward, To incite a heate as sensuall as the same That did beget you. I am vncapable of this ill language: But suppose I were (my Lord) as you esteeme me, Is this a time, when my heart's full of sorrow, Ready to breake for their vnfortunate fates, To giue admittance to so loathed a fact, That neuer coud be tempted in the height Of festiuals: and all the soothing flatteries Trust vp in vowes and glories of a Court. Why? I will giue you libertie to thinke, To ponder on it for a little time; For I wud rather Loue should make thee mine Then Violence or Feare. Consider of it Without delayes, returne me absolute: I am not like your dull cold Englishman, That can attend his Mistresse a whole day, A weeke, a month, a yeare, yet checke his blood, And when it shud haue vent to burst in fire, He weepes out in water. The Sunne burnes Not outward, as my blood within, passions beate So thicke and short, they make my entrailes sweate. But for a while I leaue you, thinke and be wise. Tis wisdome to conceale what I do thinke, And truth to call thee villaine: O we are Ruin'd, all of vs are ruin'd, Yonder she is, and weeping— Who will not be in loue with sorrow, while it takes vp Her dwelling in that face, it is a question? Whether smiles more adorne that cheeke then teares. O worthy Sir, how does my brother? Well, donnot you feare it Lady.