1 The Two Angry Women of Abingdon · chunk 11 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 0.86 · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
My hopes & duty, wish your thoughts good speed But tell me wench, hast thou a mind to marry: This question is too hard for bashfulness, And Father, now ye pose my modesty, I am a maid, and when ye ask me thus, I like a maid must blush look pale and wan, And then look pale again, for we change colour, As our thoughts change, with true faced passion, Of modest maidenhead, I could adorn me, And to your question, make a sober curtsy, And with close clipped civility be silent, Or else say no forsooth, or I forsooth, If I said no forsooth, I lied forsooth, To lie upon myself were deadly sin, Therefore I will speak truth and shame the devil, Father, when first I heard you name a husband, At that same very name, my spirits quickened, despair before had killed them, they were dead, Because it was my hap so long to tarry, I was persuaded I should never marry. And sitting sowing thus upon the ground, I fell in trance of meditation, But coming to myself, O Lord said I, Shall it be so, must I unmarried die? And being angry Father, farther said, Now by saint Anne, I will not die a maid, Good faith before I came to this ripe groat, I did accuse the labouring time of sloth, methought the year did run but slow about, For I thought each year ten I was without, Being fourteen, and toward the other year: Good Lord thought I, fifteen will near be here, For I have heard my mother say, that then Pretty maids, were fit for handsome men, fifteen past, sixteen and seventeen too, What, thought I, will not this husband do? Will no man marry me, have men forsworn, Such beauty and such youth? shall youth be worn As rich men's gowns, more with age then use? Why then I let restrained fancy loose, And bade it gaze for pleasure: then love swore me To do whate'er my mother did before me, Yet in good faith, I was very loath, But now it lies in you to save my oath: If I shall have a husband, get him quickly, For maids that wears Cork shoes, may step awry. Believe me wench, I do not apprehend thee, But for this pleasant answer do commend thee. I must confess, love doth thee mighty wrong, But I will see thee have thy right ere long, I know a young man, whom I hold most fit, To have thee, both for living and for wit, I will go write about it presently. Good father do, O God methinks I should Wife it as fine as any woman could: I could carry a port to be obeyed, Carry a mastering eye upon my maid, With minion do your business or I'll make ye, And to all house authority be take me. O God would I were married, be my troth, But if I be not, I swear I'll keep my oath.
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My hopes & dutie, wish your thoughts good speed But tell me wench, hast thou a minde to marry: This question is too hard for bashulnes, And Father, now ye pose my modestie, I am a maide, and when ye aske me thus, I like a maide must blush looke pale and wan, And then looke pale againe, for we change colour, As our thoughts change, with true fac'd passion, Of modest maidenhead, I could adorne me, And to your question, make a sober cursie, And with cloe clipt ciuility be silent, Or els say no forsooth, or I forsooth, If I said no forsooth, I lyed forsooth, To lye vpon my selfe were deadly sinne, Therefore I will speake truth and shame the diuell, Father, when first I heard you name a husband, At that same very name, my spirits quickned, Dispae before had kild them, they were dead, Because it was my hap so long to tarry, I was perswaded I should neuer marry. And sitting sowing thus vpon the ground, I fell in traunce of meditation, But comming to my selfe, O Lord said I, Shall it be so, must I vnmarried dye? And being angry Father, farther said, Now by saint Anne, I will not dye a maide, Good faith before I came to this ripe groath, I did accuse the labouring time of sloath, Me thought the yeere did run but slow about, For I thought each yeare ten I was without, Being foureteene, and toward the other yeare: Good Lord thought I, fifteene will nere be heere, For I haue heard my mother say, that then Prittie maides, were fit for handsome men, Fifteene past, sxeteene and seuenteene too, What, thought I, will not this husband do? Will no man marry me, haue men forsworne, Such beauty and such youth? shall youth be worne As rich mens gownes, more with age then vse? Why the I'let restained fansie loose, And bad it gaze for pleasure: then loue swore me To doe what ere my mother did before me, Yet in good faith, I was very loath, But now it lyes in you to saue my oath: If I shall haue a husband, get him quickly, For maides that weares Corke shooes, may step awry. Beleeue me wench, I doe not apprehend thee, But for this pleasant answere do commend thee. I must confesse, loue doth thee mighty wrong, But I will see thee haue thy right ere long, I know a young man, whom I holde most fit, To haue thee, both for liuing and for wit, I will goe write about it presently. Good father do, O God me thinkes I should Wife it as fine as any woman could: I could carry a porte to he obayde, Carry a maistering eye vpon my maide, With minion do your businesse or Ile make yee, And to all house authoritie be take me. O God would I were married, be my troth, But if I be not, I sweare Ile keepe my oath.