The Two Merry Milkmaids, or The Best Words Wear the Garland · chunk 37 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 0.88 · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Who do you talk to? A scurvy voice, I know not, nor do care for, An yet it troubles me, I cannot see The thing that sets it going. Be you Careful and constant. In the afternoon Come to my lodging, I will have the Duke there And you shallbe a witness of my wedding. And of the subtle projects I have laid, To execute your wishes, till then farewell. Farewell. A pox upon thee whatsoe'er thou art. 'Twill come home. Show thyself and be the Prince of Devils, I'll not fear thee. No, the great Devil and you are all one, which shows I am no Devil; for if I were, I durst not thus abuse What art? (thee. A pleasant fellow Sir, and one of the noble Science, for look you Sir, there's a veny. O, Swoons he has stabbed me. No Sir no, I am a blunt fellow, & so my weapon; nay, I wonot leave you thus. Here's my sister, but very sad methinks: How now Iulia, why so disconsolate. O brother we are undone: All's out of joint again As much or rather more than ever. How? The Duke's in old fit, and the poor Princess Clapped up close prisoner, look to yourself Or you are lost. (me Be it so; for life is wearisome sister, do you love Why should you ask a question so frivolous. Do you? You know I do. Show it then; for till you satisfy me in my request, I shall make doubt of it. Pray speak it. Here's a Gentleman to whom I owe, More than my parents gave me, more than If Fortune should look up and smile, Prove a prodigal in favours to me; And I should live to take 'em with this hand, And with this, pay it as due Tribute unto him: See how he languishes, can take no rest, No food, but thoughts which nourish him, And sighs again for you, drinks his own tears, And weeps them forth again, yet does not call you cruel, Pray speak to him. Why alas? brother I did tell this man How hopeless I was, prayed him to desist, And make some better choice. You did Lady, but I must die first. Why if you be so desperate a lover, That you will die for me, think me the like, That I can die as well for him I love. You were good company to go to heaven with. ay, but if either of you go that way, you take An ill course in your journey. Have you then placed your heart on any man? Yes believe me, though I have made no noise With sighs, able to blow up mountains. What is he? One that you praised yourself into my heart, Although his youth and feature need no Orator. I praised! Iulia you wrong me. By Cupid's self I do not. Name him.
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Who do you talke to? A scuruie voice, I know not, nor do care for, An yet it troubles me, I cannot see The thing that sets it going. Be you Carefull and constant. In the afternoone Come to my lodging, I will haue the Duke there And you shalbe a witnesse of my wing. And of the subtill proiects I haue laid, To execute your wishes, till then farewell. Farewell. A poxe vpon thee what so ere thou art. 'Twill come home. Shew thy selfe and be the Prince of Diuels, Ile not feare thee. No, the great Diuell and you are all one, which shewes I am no Diuel; for if I were, I durst not thus abuse What art? (thee. A pleasant fellow Sir, and one of the noble Science, for looke you Sir, ther's a Venie. O, Swoones he has stabd me. No Sir no, I am a blunt fellow, & so my weapon; nay▪ I wonnot leaue you thus. Here's my sister, but very sad me thinks: How now Iulia, why so disconsolate. O brother we are vndon: All's out of ioynt againe As much or rather more then euer. How? The Duke's in old fit, and the poore Princesse Clapt vp close prisoner, looke to your selfe Or you are lost. (me Be it so; for life is wearisome sister, do you loue Why shud you aske a question so friuolous. Do you? You know I do. Shew it then; for till you satisfie me in my request, I shall make doubt of it. Pray speake it. Here's a Gentleman to whom I owe, More then my parents gaue me, more then If Fortune shud looke vp and smile, Proue a prodigall in fauors to me; And I shud liue to take 'hem with this hand, And with this, pay it as due Tribute vnto him▪ See how he languishes, can take no rest, No foode, but thoughts which nourish him, And sighs againe for you, drinkes his owne teares, And weeps them forth again, yet does not cal you cruel, Pray speake to him. Why alas? brother I did tell this man How hopelesse I was, prayd him to desist, And make some better choyce. You did Lady, but I must die first. Why if you be so desperate a louer, That you will die for me, thinke me the like, That I can die as well for him I loue. You were good company to go to heauen with. I, but if either of you go that way, you take▪ An ill course in your iourney. Haue you then plac'd your heart on any man▪ Yes beleeue me, though I haue made no noyse Wih sighs, able to blow vp mountaines. What is he? One that you prais'd your selfe into my heart, Although his youth and feature need no Orator. I praysd! Iulia you wrong me. By Cupids selfe I donnot. Name him.