The Two Merry Milkmaids, or The Best Words Wear the Garland · chunk 39 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 T3 Sickness, physic and doctors · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
O you are a stout lover to be dejected thus, for such a vanity as a Maidenhead is, you'd ill endure to have your wife run away with another man two or three year together, and afterward brought home, and again accepted with Suppers and with Trumpets. A plaguey smart wench. But since it is so estimate a jewel, Come my Barnard we'll not part with it, But lay our heads together how to preserve it. Why but do you hear, shall I be lost thus Will none of you acknowledge me, Iulia, Doctor Dorilus. Frederick by the voice. And Frederick by flesh and blood as good as any man or woman would desire, feel me else. I do feel a hand. And yet perceive nobody. Right. Right, but by your leave all is not right; either your eyes are drawn aside, or my body is taken asunder, and nothing left certain of me but a hand and a voice, mass here comes Smirke, I'll try the strength of his eyesight. I beseech you stay, here is a promise of some mirth. Smirke well met. Not so my friend, well overtaken you may say, But I am in haste, therefore farewell. What are there rubs in the air, 'tis some little dandiprat, that I overrun, and ten to one he has broke his Nose against my Pipkin, Where art thou? Here. Here, where is that here. What has he got trow there painting: that it is, since you know me not, I'll bestow a little pains to picture you, that the best friend you have, shall hardly take acquaintance of you. A Pox of these Flies, they'll never leave sweet Mutton, but my friend, my friend, he's gone poor fellow again. 'tis strange you know not me. I should know that voice. You should do so, if you would call yourself to mind My young master Frederick and quondam Lord where are you? Here man here. Something plays with my Nose I believe 'tis my whisking Muschatus, now I am come i'the wind. What dost thou do with this painting Smirk? Marry I mean to live by it and purpose to set up my old trade again. Fre. Thy old trade, what's that? Why a Stainer, I have hired a Shop not far from Court. And I have painted the most horrible things that many men know not what to make of them, I drew Hercules a great while ago in the likeness of a man, and now every one says he looks like a Lion. Then I drew Actaeon hunted with his own dogs, & they say 'tis like a Citizen pursued with Sergeants. Why, but canst thou draw any thing into proportion? Can I draw any thing into proportion; why, I will presently draw you backward or forward, a limb, 'twoo'd do you good to behold it. And thou be'st so good a workman, thou shalt draw my Picture. I would be glad to see your face in, if it please you to come out of the Cloud.
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O you are a stoute louer to be deiected thus, for such a vanitie as a Maidenhead is, you'd ill endure to haue your wife run away with another man two or three yeere together, and afterward brought home, and againe accepted with Suppers and with Trumpets. A plagy smart wench. But since it is so estimate a Iewell, Come my Barnard w'eele not part with it, But lay our heads together how to preserue it. Why but do you heare, shall I be lost thus Will none of you acknowledge me, Iulia, Doctor Dorilus. Frederick by the voice. And Frederick by flesh and bloud as good as any man or woman wud desire, feele me else. I do feele a hand. And yet perceiue no body. Right. Right, but by your leaue all is not right; either your eies are drawn aside, or my bodie is taken assunder, and nothing left certaine of mee but a hand and a voice, mas heere comes Smirke, Ile try the strength of his eiesight. I beseech you stay, heere is a promise of some mirth. Smirke well met. Not so my friend, well ouertaken you may say, But I am in hast, therefore farewell. What are there rubs in the aire, 'tis some little dandiprat, that I ouerrun, and ten to one he has broke his Nose against my Pipkin, Where art thou? Heere. Heere, where is that heere. What has he got tro there painting: that it is, since you know me not, Ile bestow a little paines to picture you, that the best friend you haue, shall hardly take acquaintance of you. A Pox of these Flyes, theile neuer leaue▪ sweete Mutton, but my friend, my friend, hees gone poore felfellow againe. Tis strange you know not me. I shud know that voyce. You shud do so, if you wud call your selfe to mind My yong master Frederick and quondam Lord where are you? Heere man heere. Something plaies with my Nose I beleeue tis my whisking Muschatus, now I am come i'the wind. What dost thou do with this painting Smirk? Marry I meane to liue by it and purpose to set vp my old trade againe. Fre. Thy old trade, what's that? Why a Stainer, I haue hir'd a Shop not far from Court. And I haue painted the most horrible things that many men know not what to make of them, I drew Hercules a great while a goe in the likenes of a man, and now euery one saies he lookes like a Lion. Then I drew Acteon hunted with his owne dogs, & they say 'tis like a Citizen pursu'd with Seriants. Why, but canst thou draw any thing into proportion? Can I draw any thing into proportion; why, I will presently draw you backward or forward, a limb, twoo'd do you good to behold it. And thou beest so good a workeman, thou shalt draw my Picture. I wud be glad to see your face in, if it please you to come out of the Cloud.