1 The Two Angry Women of Abingdon · chunk 10 of 51
Porter, Henry · published 1599 · first performed or written 1598(?) (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat typicality 0.85 · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
O black mouthed rage, thy breath is boisterous, And thou mak'st virtue shake at this high storm, Shees of good report, I know thou knowst i. She is not, nor I know not, but I know That thou dost love her, therefore thinkst her so, Thou bear'st with her, because she bears with thee: Thou mayst be ashamed to stand in her defence, She is a strumpet, and thou art no honest man To stand in her defence against thy wife, If I catch her in my walk now by Cocks bones, I'll scratch out both her eyes. O God! Nay never say O God for the matter, Thou art the cause, thou badst her to my house, Only to blear the eyes of Goursey, didst not? But I will send him word I warrant thee, And ere I sleep to, trust upon it sir. Methinks this is a mighty fault in her, I could be angry with her: O if I be so, I shall but put a Link unto a Torch, And so give greater light to see her fault: I'll rather smother it in melancholy, Nay, wisdom bids me shun that passion, Than I will study for a remedy, I have a daughter now heaven invocate, She be not of like spirit as her mother, If so she'll be a plague unto her husband, If that he be not patient and discreet, For that I hold the ease of all such trouble, Well, well, I would my daughter had a husband, For I would see how she could demean herself, n that estate, it may be ill enough, And so God shall help me, well remembered now, Frank Goursey is his father's some and heir, A youth that in my heart I have good hope on, My senses say a match, my soul applauds The motion: O but his lands are great, He will look high why I will strain myself. To make her dowry equal with his land, Good faith and 'twere a match 'twould be a means, To make their mother's friends: I'll call my daughter, To see how she's disposed to marriage: Mall, where are ye? Father, here I am Where is your mother? I saw her not forsooth, since you and she Went walking both together to the garden. Dost thou hear me girl? I must dispute with thee Father the question then must not be hard, For I am very weak in argument. Well, this it is, I say 'tis good to marry. And this say I, 'tis not good to marry. Were it not good, than all men would not marry But now they do. Marry not all, but it is good to marry. It is both good and bad, how can this be? Why it is good to them that marry well, To them that marry ill, no greater hell. If thou mightst marry well, wouldst thou agree? I cannot tell, heaven must appoint for me. Wench I am studying forty thy good indeed,
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O black mouth'drage, thy breath is boyerou ▪ And thou makst vertue shake at this high storme, Shees of good report, I know thou knowst i. She is not, nor I know not, but I know That thou dost loue her, thereoe thinkst her so, Thou bearst with her, because she beares with the ▪ Thou mayst be ashamed to stand in her defence, She is a strumpet, and thou art no honest man To stand in her defence against thy wife, If I catch her in my walke now by Ckes bones, Ile scratch out both her eyes. O Godl Nay neuer say O God for the matter, Thou art the cause, thou badst her to my house, Onely to bleare the eyes of Goursey, didst not? But I wil▪ send him word I warrant thee, And ere I sleepe to, trust vpon it sir. Methinks this is a mighty fault in her, I could be angry with her: O if I be so, I hall but put a Linke vnto a Torche, And so giue greater light to see her fault: Ile rather smother it in melancholly, Nay, wisedome bids me shunne that passion, Then I will studie for a remedy, I haue a daughter now heauen inuocate, She be not of like spirit as her mother, sheel be a plague vnto her husband, If that he be no patient and discreet, For that I hold the ease of all such trouble, Well, well, I would my daughter had a husband, For I would see how she could demeane her selfe, n that estate, it may be ill enough, And so God shall help me, well remembred now, Franke Goursey is his fathers some and heyre, A youth that in my heart I haue good hope on, My sences say a match, my soule applaudes The motion: O but his land are great, Hee will looke high why I will straine my selfe. To make her dowry equall with his land, Good faith and twere a match twould be a meanes, To make their mothers friends: Ile call my daughter, To see how shes disposde to marriage: Mall, where are yee? Father, heere I am Where is your mother? I saw her not forsooth, since you and she Went walking both together to the garden. Dost thou heare me girle? I must dispute with thee Father the question then must not be had, For I am very weake in argument. Well, this it is, I say tis good to marry. And this say I, tis not good to marry. Were it not good, then all men would not marry But now they doe. Marry not all, but it is good to marry. It is both good and bad, how can this be? Why it is good to them that marry well, To them that marry ill, no greater hell. If thou mightst marry well, wouldst thou agree? I cannot tell, heauen must appoint for me. Wench I am studying forthy good indeed,