1 The Two Angry Women of Abingdon · chunk 20 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.
But boy, let my experience teach thee this, Yet in good faith, thou speakst not much amiss, When first thy mother's same to me did come, Thy grandsire thus, then came to me his son, And even my words to thee, to me he said, And as to me thou sayst, to him I said, But in a greater huff, and hotter blood, I tell ye, on youths tiptoes then I stood, Says he (good faith this was his very say) When I was young, I was but reason's fool, And went to wedding, as to wisdoms school: It taught me much, and much I did forget, But beaten much by it, I got some wit, Though I was shackled from an often scout, Yet I would wanton it when I was out, 'twas comfort, old acquaintance then to meet, Restrained liberty, attained is sweet, Thus said my Father to thy Father, son And thou mayst do this to, as I have done. In faith good counsel Frank, what sayst thou to it? Philip, what should I say? Why, either I or no. O but which rather? Why that which was persuaded by thy father. That's I, than I, O should it fall out ill. Then I, for I am guilty of that ill. I'll not be guilty, no. What backward gone? Philip, no whit backward, that is on. On then, O stay. Tush, there is no good luck in this delay, Come, come, late comers man are shent. Heigh ho, I fear I shall repent, Well, which way Frank? Why this way. Canst thou tell? And takest upon thee to be my guide to hell, But which way Father? That way. ay, you know, You found the way to sorrow long ago, Father God boy ye, you have sent your son, To seek on earth an earthly day of doom, Where I shall be judged, alack the ruth, To penance for the follies of my youth. Well I must go, but by my troth my mind, Is not love capable to that kind, O I have looked upon this mould of men, As I have done upon a lions den, Praised I have the gallant beast I saw, Yet wished me no acquaintance with his paw, And must I now be grated with them, well, Yet I may hap to prove a Daniel, And if I do sure it would make me laugh, To be among wild beasts and yet be safe, Is there a remedy to abate their rage, Yes many catch them, and put them in a cage, I but how catch them, marry in your hand, Carry me forth a burning firebrand, For with his sparkling shine, old rumor says, A firebrand the swiftest runner frays, This I may do, but if it prove not so, Then man goes out to seek his adjunct woe, Philip away, and Father now adieu, In quest of sorrow I am sent by you.
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But boy, let my experience teach thee this, Yet in good faith, thou speakst not much amisse, When first thy mothers same to me did come, Thy grandsire thus, then came to me his sonne, And euen my words to thee, to me he said, And as to me thou saist, to him I said, But in a greater huffe, and hotter bloud, I tell ye, on youthes tip-toes then I stood, Saies he (good faith this was his very say) When I was yong, I was but reasons foole, And went to wedding, as to wisdomes schoole: It taught me much, and much I did forget, But beaten much by it, I got some wit, Though I was shackled from an often scoute, Yet I would wanton it when I was out, Twas comfort, old acquaintance then to meete, Restrained liberty, atainde is sweet, Thus said my Father to thy Father, sonne And thou maist doe this to, as I haue done. In faith good counsell Franke, what saist thou to it? Phillip, what should I say? Why, eyther I or no. O but which rather? Why that which was perswaded by thy father. Thats I, then I, O should it fall out ill. Then I, for I am guilty of that ill. Ile not be guilty, no. What backeward gone? Phillip, no whit back-ward, that is on. On then, O stay. Tush, there is no good lucke in this delay, Come, come, late commers man are shent. Heigh ho, I feare I shall repent, Well, which way Franke? Why this way. Canst thou tell? And takest vpon thee to be my guide to hell, But which way Father? That way. I, you know, You found the way to sorrow long agoe, Father God boye ye, you haue sent your sonne, To seeke on earth an earthly day of doome, Where I shall be iudged, alacke the ruthe, To penance for the follies of my youth. Well I must goe, but by my troth my minde, Is not loue capable to that kinde, O I haue lookt vpon this mould of men, As I haue done vpon a Lyons den, Praised I haue the gallant beast I saw, Yet wisht me no acquaintance with his pawe, And must I now be grated with them, well, Yet I may hap to prooue a Daniell, And if I doe sure it would make me laugh, To be among wilde beastes and yet be safe, Is there a remedy to abate their rage, Yes many catch them, and put them in a cage, I but how catch them, marry in your hand, Carrie me foorth a burning fire-brand, For with his sparkling shine, olde rumor saies, A fire-brand the swiftest runner fraies, This I may doe, but if it prooue not so, Then man goes out to seeke his adiunct woe, Phillip away, and Father now adew, In quest of sorrow I am sent by you.