1 The Two Angry Women of Abingdon · chunk 12 of 51
Porter, Henry · published 1599 · first performed or written 1598(?) (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
How now minion, where have you been gadding Forsooth my father called me forth to him. Your Father, and what said he too ye I pray? Nothing forsooth. Nothing that cannot be, something he said. I something, that as good as nothing was. Come let me hear, that something nothing then Nothing but of a husband for me mother. A husband, that was something, but what husband Nay faith I know not mother, would I did. I would ye did, i'faith are ye so hasty? Hasty mother, why how old am I? Too young to marry. Nay by the mass ye lie Mother, how old were you when you did marry. How old soe'er I was, yet you shall tarry. Then the worse for me, hark Mother hark, The Priest forgets that ere he was a clerk, When you were at my years, I'll hold my life, Your mind was to change maidenhead for wife, Pardon me mother, I am of your mind, And by my troth I take it but by kind. Do ye hear daughter, you shall stay my leisure Do you hear mother, would you stay from pleasure When ye have mind to it? go to, there's no wrong Like this, to let maids lie alone so long Lying alone they muse but in their beds, How they might lose their long kept maiden heads, This is the cause there is so many scapes, For women that are wise, will not lead Apes In hell, I tell ye mother I say true, Therefore come husband, maiden head adieu. Well lusty guts, I mean to make ye stay, And set some rubs in your minds smoothest way. Mother. How now sirrah, where have ye been walking? Over the meads half way to Milton mother, To bear my friend Frank Goursey company. where's your blue coat, your sword & buckler sir Get you such like habit for a servingman, If you will weight upon the brat of Goursey. Mother, that you are moved this makes me wonder, When I departed I did leave ye friends, What undigested jar hath since betided? Such as almost doth choke thy mother boy. And stifles her with the conceit of it, I am abused my son by Goursey's wife. By mistress Goursey? Mistress flirt, you foul strumpet, Light alone, short heels, mistress Goursey, Call her again and thou were better no. O my dear more have some patience, ay sir, have patience, and see your father To rifle up the treasure of my love, And play the spendthrift upon such an harlot? This same will make me have patience, will it not? This same is women's most impatience, Yet mother I have often heard ye say, That you have found my father temperate, And ever free from such affections. ay, till my too much love did glut his thoughts, And make him seek for change, O change your mind My father bears more cordial love to you.
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How now minion, wher haue you bin gadding Forsooth my father called me forth to him. Your Father, and what said he too ye I pray? Nothing forsooth. Nothing that cannot be, something he said. I something, that as good as nothing was. Come let me heare, that somthing nothing then Nothing but of a husband for me mother. A husband, tht was somthing, but what husband Nay faith I know not mother, would I did. I would ye did, I faith are ye so hasty? Hasty mother, why how olde am I? Too yong to marry. Nay by the masse ye lie Mother, how olde were you when you did marry. How olde so ere I was, yet you shall tarry. Then the worse for me, hark Mother harke, The Priest forgets that ere he was a Clarke, When you were at my yeeres, Ile holde my life, Your minde was to change maidenhead for wife, Pardon me mother, I am of your minde, And by my troth I take it but by kinde. Doe ye heare daughter, you shal stay my leasure Do you heare mother, would you stay frō pleasure When ye haue minde to it? go to, there's no wrong Like this, to let maides lye alone so long Lying alone they muse but in their beds, How they might loose their long kept maiden heads, This is the cause there is so many scapes, For women that are wise, will ot lead Apes In hell, I tel yee mother I say true, Therefore come husband, maiden head adew. Well lustie guts, I meane to make ye stay, And set some rubbes in your mindes smothest way. Mother. How now rra, where haue ye bi walking? Ouer the meades halfe way to Milton mother, To beare my friend Franke Goursey company. Wher's your blew coat, your sword & buckler sir Get you such like habite for a seruingman, If you will waight vpon the brat of Goursey. Mother, that you are moou'd this mak me wonder, When I departed I did leaue yee friends, What vndigested arre hath since betided? Such as almost doth choake thy mother boy. And sties her with the conceit of it, I am abusde my sonne by Goursey wife. By mistresse Goursey? Mistresse flurt, you foule strumpet, Light aloue, short heeles, mistresse Goursey, Call her againe and thou were better no. O my deare more haue some patience, I sir, haue patience, and see your father To rifle vp the treasure of my loue, And play the spend-thrift vpon such an harlot? This same will make me haue patience, will it not? This same is womens most impatience, Yet mother I haue often heard ye say, That you haue found my father temperate, And euer fee from such affections. I, till my too much loue did glut his thoughts, And make him seek for chāge, O change your minde My father beares more cordiall loue to you.