The Two Merry Milkmaids, or The Best Words Wear the Garland · chunk 54 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 T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
That's true. For your small Dandiprat, I hope there's no man That thinks her but a hobby horse to woman. A thing to be forgot and never known, But on a Holiday to the rout shown. In wars the basilisk is preferred Before the Musket, and is louder heard. There's an error little and loud my friend, but pass it. In every triumph where there is excess, The greater always putteth down the less. The Lioness is more admired at, Than her Epitome, which is a Cat. The fool grows serious. He has stolen it certainly. No faith, it may be his own, for I think his brain a little crazed, and mad men shoot forth strange things. But to weak understandings now I come, Is your small Taber music to your Drum. Hum Drum, he has lightened within an Inch of a conceit of mine. Or in instrument of peace, can there that trial Be made upon a Kit as a base viol. Judge you my Masters, that on both have played, It is but my opinion, and I have said. Believe it he has said well, Smirke look to yourself. I warrant you. Give me audience. Silence. In praise of little women I begin. And will maintain what I have entered in. Is not your Parochit or Marmoset In more request than your Baboon or parrot. Give but your little wench freely her liquour, And to bed send her you will find her quicker; perter, nimbler, both to kiss and cog, Than your great wench that'll lie like a log. And he that all day at the Drum doth labour, Would at night gladly play upon a Taber. I hope there's no man, but of this belief, That veal's more sweet and nourishing then Beef: Small meats is still preferred; for ask your glutton, he'll always say, Lamb's sweeter than your Mutton. Your Smelled than Whiting firmer is and sounder, Nor must your Place compare with your neat Flounder. Well said, now thou art in good victuals thou'lt never out. In fish or flesh I'll prove it to each wight, A Larks leg, than the body of a Kite Is better far: our Bakers always make The finest flower in the lesser Cake. And I'll be judge by those that Roots do eat, That your small turnip's better than your great. I am of thy mind too. Who list to be resolved, let 'em both try; In that belief I live, in that I'll die. Incomparable Smirke, thou hast my voice: judgement. A Smirk, a Smirk. Loath to grow tedious, yet once more we would try To give content out of variety. With once dance more this night sports we'll end, Your pardon if with too much zeal we offend. Landoff we thank thee, and wish if any be, All that are here, be pleased as well as we.
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That's true. For your small Dandiprat, I hope there's no man That thinks her but a hobby horse to woman. A thing to be forgot and neuer knowne, But on a Holyday to the rout showne. In warres the Basilisco is preferd Before the Musket, and is lowder heard. There's an error little and loude my friend, but passe it. In euery triumph where there is excesse, The greater alwayes putteth downe the lesse. The Lionesse is more admired at, Then her Epitome, which is a Cat. The foole growes serious. He has stolne it certainly. No faith, it may be his own, for I thinke his braine a little craz'd, and mad men shoot foorth strange things. But to weake vnderstandings now I come, Is your small Taber musicke to your Drum. Hum Drum, hee has lightn'd within an Inch of a conceit of mine. Or in instrument of peace, can there that triall Be made vpon a Kit as a base Viole. Iudge you my Masters, that on both haue playd, It is but my opinion, and I haue sayd. Beleeue it he has said well, Smirke looke to your selfe. I warrant you. Giue me audience. Scilence. In praise of little women I begin. And will maintaine what I haue enter'd in. Is not your Parochit or Marmoset In more request then your Baboone or Parret. Giue but your little wench freely her licour, And to bed send her you will find her quicker; Pearter, nimbler, both to kisse and cogge, Then your great wench that'll lie like a logge. And he that all day at the Drum doth labor, Wud at night gladly play vpon a Taber. I hope ther's no man, but of this beliefe, That Veale's more sweete and nourishing then Beefe: Small meats is still preferd; for aske your glutton, Heele alwayes say, Lamb's sweeter then your Mutton. Your Smelt then Whiting firmer is and sounder, Nor must your Place compare with your neat Flounder. Well said, now thou art in good victuals thou't neuer out. In fish or flesh Ile proue it to each wight, A Larkes leg, then the body of a Kite Is better farre: our Bakers alwayes make The finest flowre in the lesser Cake. And Ile be iudge by those that Roots do eate, That your small Turnep's better then your great. I am of thy mind too. Who list to be resolu'd, let'hem both trie; In that boleefe I liue, in that Ile die. Incomparable Smirke, thou hast my voyce: iudgment. A Smirke, a Smirke. Loth to grow tedious, yet once more we would try To giue content out of varietie. With once dance more this night sports weele end, Your pardon if with too much zeale we offend. Landoff we thanke thee, and wish if any be, All that are heere, be pleas'd as well as we.