The Two Merry Milkmaids, or The Best Words Wear the Garland · chunk 34 of 54
Cumber, John · published 1620 · first performed or written 1619 [1619-1620] (Annals) comedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) · before the Court T32 Rings and jewels as tokens typicality 0.82 · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T32: ring, ti, gave, finger, jewel, lady, lord, love, invisible, away.
Lost it, it cannot be. Now talking with you, plucking off this glove, It fell out of my hand. Seek good Sir. And do we see the golden days again? Does honour once more Court us? then look up. Look up my friends I say, and see your Lord Double and treble guilt; his happiness Hatcht, and inlaide, not to be worne out with Te. What do you look for? A jewel we have lost. A jewel, let it be hanged, I'll give you every one jewels a piece, shall over value it, There's not a friend I have, but shall have stones, As fair and weighty as the Turk hath any, And Concubines like him, though not so many. Ye shall good Doctor, thou art so melancholy. Come, let it alone. How? let it alone. Yes, for lost it cannot be, if any find it, When I am pleased to have it, I will send A messenger shall fetch it with a vengeance. Prithee forbear, and let us hear my Lord. Gentlemen what will ye do? will ye come to Court, and be graced by me, will you be Knights or Officers, Gentlemen ushers, or of the Bedchamber? speak what you'll be whilst I am i'the giving vain, and you are so. we'll wait on you tomorrow my good Lord. You blue Bottle Basket hilt I talk not to you, And th'other two are stupid, now I think on't: Dorilus you were best leave the Court; a man Suspected once, is very seldom found In his heart that suspects him to be sound: There ye have a touch of my Policy, farewell. Farewell my Lord. Think on't. I'll warrant you. What's this? A ring: that is't and trust me, A very pleasing one unto the eye, Some Lady lost it, for whose sake i'll wear it, Until I find a challenger, it may he 'twas lost a purpose and here dropped for me. Am I mad or drunk or the people, both: and blind too I think. For let me come up to them never so near, talk never so loud, gripe them never so hard, they see me not stare and gape, as if I were in the air, and ask, where are you. If we were out of favour, I should never wonder at it, but being Restored, and in greater grace than ever, it somewhat troubles me: 'sfoot, and a Lord cannot be acknowledged, what will be come of poor Gentlemen: here come a couple, and sober as I take it, I'll try if they have not lost their eyesight. But that you justify it so vehemently, I should not ha' believed it: Lost again. Again, and sent to prison, her father Banished the Court again, and all his honours, Took again from him, and from's son, And all's again as it was, and if not worse,
nodes 1684–1729 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 34 of 54 in this edition
Length
481 words · 636 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T32 — Rings and jewels as tokenscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.819 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T33 · seed 44: T32 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Lost it, it cannot be. Now talking with you, plucking off this gloue, It fell out of my hand. Seeke good Sir. And do we see the golden dayes againe? Does honor once more Court vs? then looke vp. Looke vp my friends I say, and see your Lord Double and treble guilt; his happinesse Hatcht, and inlaide, not to be worne out with Te. What do you looke for? A Iewell we haue lost. A Iewell, let it be hang'd, Ile giue you euery one Iewels a peece, shall ouer value it, There's not a friend I haue, but shall haue stones, As faire and weighty as the Turke hath any, And Concubines like him, though not so many. Ye shall good Doctor, thou art so melancholly. Come, let it alone. How? let it alone. Yes, for lost it cannot be, if any finde it, When I am pleas'd to haue it, I will send A messenger shall fetch it with a vengeance. Prythy forbeare, and let vs heare my Lord. Gentlemen what will yee doe? will yee come to Court, and be grac't by me, will you be Knights or Officers, Gentlemen vshers, or of the Bedchambe? speake what youle be whilst I am i'the giuing vaine, and you are so. Weele waite on you tomorrow my good Lord. You blew Bottle Basket hilt I talke not to you, And th'other two are stupid, now I thinke on't: Dorilus you were best leaue the Court; a man Suspected once, is very sildome found In his heart that suspects him to be sound: There ye haue a touch of my Policy, farewell. Farewell my Lord. Thinke on't. Ile warrant you. Whats this? A ring: that i'st and trust me, A very pleasing one vnto the eye, Some Lady lost it, for whose sake ile weare it, Vntill I find a challenger, it may he Twas lost a purpose and here dropt for me. Am I mad or drunke or the people, both: and blind too I thinke. For let me come vp to them neuer so neere, talke neuer so loud, gripe them neuer so hard, they see mee not stare and gape, as if I were in the aire, and aske, where are you. If wee were out of fauour, I should neuer wonder at it, but being Restord, and in greater grace then euer, it somewhat troubles me: zfoote, and a Lord cannot be acknowledgd, what will be come of poore Gentlemen: heere come a couple, and sober as I take it, Ile try if they haue not lost their eye-sight. But that you iustifie ir so vehemently, I shud not a beleeu'd it: Lost againe. Againe, and sent to prison, her father Banishd the Court againe, and all his honors, Tooke againe from him, and from's sonne, And alls againe as it was, and if not worse,