The Two Merry Milkmaids, or The Best Words Wear the Garland · chunk 47 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 0.86 · 462 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
How now, what's the cause of this? why kneel you all? For that which I join with them too. Lord Raymond's life, banish him the Court, And let him be confined to his house i'th' country. Thou must not ask twice what I shall deny, Rise, 'tis granted you; see you have good friends, And a gracious mistress. I see't, and shame to see myself, How had the Devil blinded me, I could not See your rare virtues? O let my penitence, Which if it be not zealous, just heavens strike, That breath into my throat, again which forms, The words I utter, and let 'em strangle me: Let my true penitence I say beget, Another virtue in you, besides mercy, Credulity that I am truly sorry, For the bold mischiefs 'gainst you and my Prince: A guilty conscience followed by despair, Light on all Traitors to their Sovereign, Wants to the extrem'st sickness without succour, Without all good man's pity and their prayers, Fall on the slanderers of all your sex: Diseases rot him living; dead no grave, But ravenous Fowls, become his sepulchre, His bones kicked up and down by his enemies, And charitable men allow of it, Hell and the Devils, plying him with torments: Bast his black soul, that he may roar so loud: As to the earth crying he heard may be, Who slanders women, may be damned like men. Will there be such Revels say you. Yes, but no words, for it must be kept private. Private, why there are gone out Proclamations, that whosoever can by device, or any quick conceits delight the Duchess, he shall have correspondent to his quality an Annual stipend besides the favour of the Duke for ever. Such a thing was talked of, for the Duke now dotes far more on the Duchess then at first; and whatsoe'er is done, is to delight her. 'Tis a better hearing than the old jealousies. What's your Lord confined to his house i'the country. Yes. And how find you your new Lord. Very noble, and so doth bear himself to every man, hark, yonder's such a colle with the musicians, the Masquers, and the Dancers, who now are practising. Is not the Poet amongst them. Yes, and which is a miracle a Masquer, The learned, Landoff, who now although he be A professed Academian, Has laid aside his graver weightier studies, To exercise his skill not yet forgotten, Being brought up a Page at Court, and practised Much in that quality— Hark I must leave you, I have a charge committed to me. May I not under your protection, Behold the sports. I cannot tell, I will not promise you, For my Lord's very strict, I'll do my best. Why I thank you.
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How now, whats the cause of this? why kneele you al? For that which I ioyne with them too. Lord Raymonds life, banish him the Court, And let him be confin'd to his house i'th country. Thou must not aske twice what I shall deny, Rise, 'tis granted you; see you haue good friends, And a gracious mistresse. I see't, and shame to see my selfe, How had the Diuell blinded me, I could not See your rare vertues? O let my penitence, Which if it be not zealous, iust heauens strike, That breath into my throat, againe which formes, The words I vtter, and let 'hem strangle me: Let my true penitence I say beget, Another vertue in you, besides mercy, Credulity that I am truly sorry, For the bold mischiefes gainst you and my Prince: A guilty conscience followed by despaire, Light on all Traytors to their Soueraigne, Wants to the extreamst sicknesse without succor, Without all good mans pitty and their prayers, Fall on the slanderers of all your sex: Diseases rot him liuing; dead no graue, But rauenous Fowles, become his sepulcher, His bones kickt vp and downe by his enemies, And charitable men allow of it, Hell and the Diuels, plying him with torments: Bast his black soule, that he may roare so loud: As to the earth crying he heard may be, Who slanders women, may be damnd like men. Will there be such Reuels say you. Yes, but no words, for it must be kept priuate. Priuate, why there are gone out Proclamations, that whosoeuer can by deuice, or any quicke conceits delight the Duchesse, he shall haue correspondent to his qualitie an Annuall stipend besides the fauour of the Duke for euer. Such a thing was talkt of, for the Duke now dotes farre more on the Duchesse then at first; and whatsoere is done, is to delight her. 'Tis a better hearing then the old Iealousies. Whats your Lord confin'd to his house i'the conntrie. Yes. And how find you your new Lord. Very noble, and so doth beare himselfe to euery man, harke, yonders such a colle with the Musirians, the Masquers, and the Dancers, who now are practising. Is not the Poet amongst them. Yes, and which is a miracle a Masquer, The learned, Landoff, who now although he be A professed Acamedian, Has laid aside his grauer waightier studdies, To exercise his skill not yet forgotten, Being brought vp a Page at Court, and practis'd Much in that quallity—Harke I must leaue you, I haue a charge committed to me. May I not vnder your protection, Behold the sports. I cannot tell, I will not promise you, For my Lord's very strickt, Ile do my best. Why I thanke you.