1 The Two Angry Women of Abingdon · chunk 22 of 51
Porter, Henry · published 1599 · first performed or written 1598(?) (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Heart me no hearts, you shall not have it sir, No you shall not, near look so big, I will nor be afraid at your great looks, You shall not have it, no you shall not have it. Shall I not have it, in troth I'll try that, Minion I'll have't, shall I not have 't, I am loath, Go too, take pausement, be advised, in faith I will, and stand not long upon it, A woman of your years, I am ashamed, A couple of so long continuance, Should thus, God's foot, I cry God heartily mercy, Go to, ye vex me, and I'll vex ye for it, Before I leave ye, I will make ye glad, To tender it on your knees, hear ye, I will I will, What worse and worse stomach, give ye faith, Shall I be crossed by you in my old age? And where I should have greatest comfort to, A nurse of you nursed in the devils name, Go to mistress, by God's precious dear, If ye delay. Lord, Lord, why in what a fit, Are you in husband, so enraged, so moved, And for so slight a cause, to read a letter, Did this letter love, contain my death, Should you deny my sight of it, I would not, Not see my sorrow, not eschew my danger, But willingly yield me a patient, unto the doom that your displeasure gave: Here is the letter, not for that your incensement, Makes me make offer of it, but your health, Which anger I do fear hath erased. And viper like hath sucked away the blood, That wont was to be cheerful in this cheek, How pale ye look. Pale, can ye blame me for it, I tell you true, An easy matter could not thus have moved me, Well this resignment, and so forth, but woman This fortnight shall I not forget ye for it. Ha, ha, I see that roughness can do somewhat, I did not think good faith, I could have set, So sour a face upon it, and to her, My bed embracer, my right bosom friend, I would not that she should have seen the letter As poor a man as I am by my troth For twenty pound: well I am glad I have it. Ha, here's ado about a thing of nothing, What stomach, ha, 'tis happy you're come down. Well crafty Fox, I'll hunt ye by my troth, Deal ye so closely? well I see his drift. He would not let me see the letter, lest That I should cross the match, and I will cross it. Dick Coomes? Forsooth. Come hither Dick, thou art a man I love, And one whom I have much in my regard, I thank ye for it mistress, I thank ye for it, Nay here's my hand, I will do very much for thee If e'er thou standst in need of me, Thou shall not lack, whilst thou hast a day to live. Money apparel.
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Hart me no hearts▪ you shall not haue it sir, No you shall not, nere looke so big, I will nor be affraide at your great lookes, You shall not haue it, no you shall not haue it. Shall I not haue it, introth Ile try that, Minion Ile hau'te, shall I not hau'te, I am loath, Go too, take pausment, be aduisde, Infaith I will, and stand not long vpon it, A woman of your yeares, I am ashamde, A couple of so long continuance, Should thus, Gods foote, I cry God hartely mercy, Go to, ye vex me, and Ile vexe ye for it, Before I leaue ye, I will make ye glad, To tender it on your knees, heare ye, I will I will, What worse and worse stomacke, ye faith, Shall I be crost by you in my olde age? And where I should haue greatest comfort to, A of you nursle in the diuels name, Go to mistris, by Gods preious deere, If ye delaie. Lord▪ Lord, why in what a fit, Are you in husband, so inrag'd, so moou'd, And for so slight a cause, to read a letter, Did this letter loue, conteine my death, Should you denie my sight of it, I would not, Not see my sorrow, not eschew my danger, But willinglie yeeld me a patient, Vno the doome that your displeasure gaue: Heere is the letter, not for that your incensment, Makes me make offer of it, but your health, Which anger I doe feare hath crasd. And viper like hath suckt away the bloud, That wont was to be cheerefull in this cheeke, How pale yee looke. Pale, can yee blame me for it, I tell you true, An easie matter could not thus haue moou'd me, Well this resignement, and so foorth, but woman This fortnight shall I not forget yee for it. Ha, ha, I see that roughnes can doe somwhat, I did not thinke good faith, I could haue set, So sower a face vpon it, and to her, My bed embracer, my right bosome friend, I would not that she should haue seene the letter As poore a man as I am by my troth For twenty pound: well I am glad I haue it. Ha, heres a doe about a thing of nothing, What stomack, ha, tis happy your come downe. Well craftie Fox, Ile hunt ye by my troth, Deale ye so closely? well I see his drift. He would not let me see the letter, least That I should crosse the match, and I will crosse it. Dicke Coomes? Forsooth. Come hether Dicke, thou art a man I loe, And one whom I haue much in my regarde, I thanke ye for it mistris, I thanke ye for it, Nay heers my hand, I will do very much for thee If ere thou standst in need of me, Thou shal not lack, whilst thou hast a day to lue. Money apparrell.