1 The Two Angry Women of Abingdon · chunk 19 of 51
Porter, Henry · published 1599 · first performed or written 1598(?) (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 473 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
When he is down, most cowardly good faith, As I have pitied the poor patient. There came a farmer's son a-wooing to her, A proper man, well landed too he was, A man that for his wit need not to ask, What time a year 'twere good to sow his Oats, Nor yet his Barley, no nor when to reap, To plough his fallows, or to fell his Trees, Well experienced thus each kind of way, After a two months labour at the most, And yet 'twas well he held it out so long, He left his love, she had so last his lips, He could say nothing to her, but God be with ye, Why she, when men have dined and call for cheese, Will straight maintain jests bitter to digest, And then some one will fall to argument, Who if he over master her with reason, Then she'll begin to buffet him with mocks, Well I do doubt, Frances hath so much spleen, they'll near agree, but I will moderate. By this time, 'tis time I think to enter, This is the house, shall I knock? no I will not Wait while one comes out to answer: I'll in, and let them be as bold with us. If that they like her dowry shall be equal, To your sons wealth or possibility, It is a means to make our wines good friends, And to continue friendship twixt to two, 'tis so indeed, I like this motion, And it hath my consent, because my wife, is sore infected and heart sick with hate: & I have sought the Galen of advice, which only tells me this same potion, to be most sovereign for her sickness cure. Here comes my son, conferring with his friend, Frances, how do you like your friend's discourse? I know he is persuading to this motion. Father, as matter that befits a friend, But yet not me, that am too young to marry. Nay, if thy mind be forward with thy years, The time is lost thou tarriest, trust me boy, This match is answerable to thy birth, Her blood and portion give each other grace: These indented lines promise a sum, And I do like the value, if it hap thy liking to accord to my consent, It is a match: wilt thou go see the maid? near trust me Father, the shape of marriage, Which I do see in others, seem so severe, I dare not put my youngling liberty, Under the awe of that instruction, And yet I grant the limits of free youth Going astray, are often restrained by that: But mistress wedlock, to my scholar thoughts, Will be too cursed I fear, O should she snip, My pleasure aiming mind, I shall be sad, And swear, when I did marry I was mad.
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When he is downe, most cowardly good faith, As I haue pited the poore patient. came a Farmers sonne a wooing to her, A proper man, well landed too he was, A man that for his wit need not to aske, What time a yeere twere good to sow his Oates, Nor yet his Barley, no nor when to reape, To plowe his Fallowes, or to his Trees, Well experienst thus each kinde of way, After a two monthes labour at the most, And yet twas well he held it out so long, He left his loue, she had so laste his lips, He could say nothing to her, but God be with yee, Why she, when men haue din'd and call for cheee, Will straight manetaine iestes bitter todisgest, And then some one will fall to argument, Who if he ouer master her with reason, Then sheele begin to buffe him with mockes, Well I doe doubt, Frances hath so much spleene, Theil nere agree, but I will moderate. By this time, tis time I thinke to enter, This is the house, shall I knocke? no I will not Waite while one comes out to answere: Ile in, and let them be as bolde with vs. If that they like her owry shall be equall, To your sonnes wealth or possibility, It is a meanes to make our wines good friendes, And to continue friendshp twi to two, Tis so indeed, I like this motion, And it hath my consent, because my wife, is sore infected and hart sick with hate: & I haue sought the Gl of aduice, which onely tels me this same potion, to be most soueraigne for hir sicknes cure. Heere comes my sonne, conferring with his friend, Fraunces, how do you like your friends discourse? I know he is perswading to this motion. Father, as matter that befits a friend, But yet not me, that am too young to marry. Nay, if thy minde be forward with thy yeares, The time is lost thou trriest, trust me boy, This match is a swerable to thy birth, Her bloud and portion giue each other grace: These indented lines promise a sum, And I do like the valew, if it hapthy liking to accord to my consent, It is a match: wilt thou goe see the maide? Nere trust me Father, the shape of marriage, Which I doe see in others, seeme so seuere, I dare not put my youngling liberty, Vnder the awe of that instruction, And yet I graunt the limmits of free youth Going astray, are often restrainde by that: But mistresse wedlocke, to my scholler thoughts, Will be too curst I feare, O should she snip, My pleasure ayming minde, I shall be sad, And sweare, when I did marry I was mad.