1 The Two Angry Women of Abingdon · chunk 13 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 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
Thou liest, thou liest, for he loves Goursey's wife, not me. Now I swear mother you are much too blame, I durst be sworn he loves you as his soul. Wilt thou be pampered by affection? Will nature teach thee such wild perjury? Wilt thou be sworn, I forlorn, careless boy? And if thou swearest, I say he loves me not. He loves ye but too well I swear, Unless ye knew much better how to use him, Doth he so sir? thou unnatural boy, Too well sayest thou, that word shall cost thee somewhat, O monstrous, have I brought thee up to this? Too well, O unkind, wicked and degenerate, Hast thou the heart to say so of thy mother? Well, God will plague thee sort, I warrant thee, Out on thee villain, fie upon thee wretch, Out of my sight, out of my sight I say. This air is pleasant, and doth please me well, And here I will stay, Wilt thou stubborn villain? How now, what's the matter? Thou setst thy son to scoff and mock at me, Is't not sufficient I am wronged of thee? But he must be an agent to abuse me? Must I be subject to my cradle too? O God, o God amend it. Why how now Philip, is this true my son? Dear father she is much impatient: near let that hand assist me in my need, If I more said, then that she thought amiss, To think that you were so licentious given, And thus much more, when she inferred it more, I swore an oath you loved her but too well, In that as guilty I do hold myself, Now that I come to more considerate trial, I know my fault, I should have borne with her, Blame me for rashness, than not for want of duty. I do absolve thee, and come hither Philip, I have writ a letter unto master Goursey, And I will tell thee the contents thereof, But tell me first, thinkst thou Frank Goursey? loves thee? If that a man devoted to a man, Loyal, religious, in loves hallowed vows, If that a man that is soul laboursome, To work his own thoughts to his friend's delight, May purchase good opinion with his friend, Than I may say, I have done this so well, That I may think Frank Goursey loves me well. 'tis well, and I am much deceived in him, And if he be not sober, wise, and valiant. I hope my father takes me for thus wise, I will not glue myself in love to one, That hath not some desert of virtue in him, whate'er you think of him, believe me Father, He will be answerable to your thoughts, In any quality commendable. Thou cheer'st my hopes in him, and in good faith, thou'dst made my love complete unto thy friend, Philip I love him, and I love him so, I could afford him a good wife I know.
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Thou liest, thou liest, for he loues Gourseys wife, not me. Now I sweare mother you are much too blame, I durst be sworne he loues you as his soule. Wilt thou be pampered by affection? Will nature teach thee such vilde periurie? Wilt thou be sworne, I forlorne, carelesse boy? And if thou swearst, I say he loues me not. He loues ye but too well I sweare, Vnlesse ye knew much better how to vse him, Doth he so sir? thou vnnaturall boy, Too well sayest thou, that word shall cost thee somwhat, O'monstrous, haue I brought thee vp to this? Too well, O vnkinde, wicked and degenerate, Hast thou the heart to say so of thy mother? Well, God will plague thee sort, I warrant thee, Out on thee villane, fie vpon thee wretch, Out of my sight, out of my sight I say. This ayre is pleasant, and doth please me well, And here I will stay, Wilt thou stubborne villaine? How now, whats the matter? Thou setst thy sonne to scoffe and mocke at me, Ist not sufficient I am wrongd of thee? But he must be an agent to abuse me? Must I be subiect to my cradle too? O God, o God amēd it. Why how now Phillip, is this true my sonne? Deare father she is much impatient: Nere let that hand assist me in my need, If I more said, then that she thought amisse, To thinke that you were so licentious giuen, And thus much more, when she inferd it more, I swore an oath you lou'd her but too well, In that as guiltie I do hold my selfe, Now that I come to more considerate triall, I know my fault, I should haue borne with he, Blame me for rashnesse, then not for want of dutie. I do absolue thee, and come hether Phillip, I haue writ a letter vnto master Goursey, And I will tell thee the contents thereof, But tell me first, thinkst thou Franke Gours? loues thee? If that a man deuoted to a man, Loyall, eligious, in loues hallowed vowes, If that a man that is soule laboursome, To workehis owne thoughts to his friends delight, May purchase good opinion with his friend, Then I may say▪ I haue done this so well, That I may thinke Franke Goursey loues me well. Tis well, and I am much deceiued in him, And if he be not sober, wise, and valliant. I hope my father takes me for thus wise, I will not glew my selfe in loue to one, That hath not some desert of vertue in him, What ere you thinke of him, beleeue me Father, He will be answerable to your thoughts, In any quallity commendable. Thou chearst my hopes in him, and in good faith, Thoust made my loue complete vnto thy friend, Phillip I loue him, and I loue him so, I could affoorde him a good wife I know.