The Two Merry Milkmaids, or The Best Words Wear the Garland · chunk 44 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 T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T38: queen, king, death, dead, heart, life, die, lord, royal, news.
As in the fiction, Giants make war with heaven, But are struck dead, so malice may strike at Virtue; But at last, I see the blow will light where it began. Welcome my Royal mistress, and I hope Unto more comfort, than ever yet the Saxon Court afforded, it bears the likeliest face Upon us now. Why do you kneel to me? the slanderer Ought to ask pardon of the slandered, My own Law teaches it. Pray do you rise, Or I will never think myself forgiven. Nay now my Lord I fear you sent for me to mock me. God and all good men at my greatest need Requite me with a mock, if I mean any. O let me now expire, and be the happy messenger To sing this news to heaven, such and so great. So happy reconcilements make the Angels, Tread the bright ring, and from the ordered spheres, Strikes heavenly music to all earthly ears: Give me your royal pardon and remit me, The hand of death lies cold and weighty on me, And what is he but must sink under it, Therefore go exercise your joys where grief, May not be heard to express herself in tears, For sorrow still sings loud unto our ears, O my Lord, Dear Princes speak no more, I know your heart, But as you love my quiet, leave me to it, For I do find an inclination to Rest and sleep, and perhaps my last. Come then let's leave him sickness is froward, And one while company is pleasing to it, Another while offensive, Raymond farewell, Heaven to his mercy take or restore thee. Good Duke I thank thee, let me kiss thy hand, And yours best Duchess, and Lady yours,— so Now if you will be gone, you may, Sickness knows no manners. we'll trouble you no longer Raymond. Why I thank you, and all good lighten on you. But not stay— Carolus. My Lord. Are they all forth the room? Yes my Lord. Active as fire I spring out of my grave then, And will see some before me ere I die, That are more fit for Earth and Heaven than I, Fetch me some water, and a cup of wine, I'll drink my own health and my lust shall pledge it, Do I bear earth about me, sure I do not; For in this ecstasy, I have no feeling, No use of feet, but ride and rack i'th' Air, Like a black Cloud, holding in his hand lightning, And in this a tempest, give me, and go And understand the cause of Julia's stay, It puts me into doubts and she should go Away now with the Queen and cheat my hopes, I have made a sick-man's plot of it, But Iulia is Religious in her vows, Knows what it is to swear, and what to break 'em. How now villain, why returned without her?
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As in the fiction, Giants make war with heauen, But are strooke dead, so malice may strike at Vertue; But at last, I see the blow will light where it began. Welcome my Roiall mistresse, and I hope Vnto more comfort, then euer yet the Saxon Court affoorded, it beares the likeliest face Vpon vs now. Why do you kneele to me? the slanderer Ought to aske pardon of the slandred, My owne Law teaches it. Pray do you rise, Or I will neuer thinke my selfe forgiuen. Nay now my Lord I feare you sent for mee to mocke me. God and all good men at my greatest need Requite me with a mocke, if I meane any. O let me now expire, and be the happie messenger To sing this newes to heauen, such and so great. So happie reconcilements make the Angels, Treade the bright ring, and from the ordred spheares, Strikes heauenly musicke to all earthly eares: Giue me your royall pardon and remit me, The hand of death lies cold and weighty on me, And what is he but must sinke vnder it, Therefore goe exercise your ioyes where griefe, May not be heard to expresse her selfe in teares, For sorrow still sings loud vnto our eares, O my Lord, Deare Princes speake no more, I know your hart, But as you loue my quiet, leaue me to it, For I do find an enclination to Rest and sleepe, and perhaps my last. Come then lets leaue him sicknesse is froward, And one while company is pleasing to it, Another while offensiue, Raymond farewell, Heauen to his mercy take or restore thee. Good Duke I thanke thee, let me kisse thy hand, And yours best Dutchesse, and Lady yours,—so Now if you will be gone, you may, Sicknesse knowes no manners. Wee'le trouble you no longer Raymond. Why I thanke you, and all good lighten on you. But not stay—Carolus. My Lord. Are they all forth the roome? Yes my Lord. Actiue as fire I spring out of my graue then, And will see some before me e're I dye, That are more fit for Earth and Heauen then I, Fetch me some water, and a cup of wine, Ile drinke my owne health and my lust shall pledge it, Do I beare earth about me, sure I donnot; For in this extasie, I haue no feeling, No vse of feete, but ride and racke i'th Aire, Like a black Cloud, holding in his hand lightning, And in this a tempest, giue me, and goe And vnderstand the cause of Iulias stay, It puts me into doubts and she shou'd goe Away now with the Queene and cheat my hopes, I haue made a sickmans plot of it, But Iulia is Religious in her vowes, Knowes what it is to sweare, and what to breake 'hem. How now villaine, why returnd without her?