1 The Two Angry Women of Abingdon · chunk 26 of 51
Porter, Henry · published 1599 · first performed or written 1598(?) (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens typicality 0.77 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
No sweet pinkany. O be't you wild oats? I forsooth wanton. Well said scapethrift. Philip be these your usual best salutes? This is the harmless chiding of that Dove, Dove, one of those that draw the Queen of love? How now? whose's that brother, whose's that with ye? A Gentleman my friend. Belady he hath a pure wit. How means your holy judgement? O well put in sir. Up you would say. Well climbed Gentleman, I pray sir tell me, do you cart the queen of love? Not cart her, but couch her in your eye, And a fit place for gentle love to lie. ay but methinks you speak without the book, To place a sour wheel wagon in my look, Where will you have room to have the coachman sit? Nay, that were but small manners, and not fit, His duty is before you bare to stand, Having a lusty whipstock in his hand. The place is void, will you provide me one? And if you please I will supply the room. But are ye cunning in the carman's lash? And can ye whistle well? Yes I can well direct the coach of love. Ah cruel carter, would you whip a dove? Hark ye sister? Nay, but hark ye brother? Whose white boy is that same? know ye his mother? He is a Gentleman of a good house. Why is his house of gold, is it not made of lime and stone like this? I mean he's well descended. God be thanked. Did he descend some steeple or some ladder? Well, you will still be cross, I tell ye sister, This Gentleman by all your friends consent, Must be your husband. Nay not all, some sing another note, My mother will say no, I hold a groat. But I thought 'twas somewhat, he would be a carter, He hath been whipping lately some blind bear, And now he would seek the blind boy here with us. Well, do you hear, you sister, mistress would have You that do long for somewhat I know what. My father told me, go to I'll tell all, If ye be cross, do ye hear me? I have laboured A years work in this afternoon for ye, Come from your cloister, votary, chase Nun, Come down and kiss Frank Goursey's mother's son. Kiss him I pray? Go to, stale maidenhead, come down I say, You seventeen and upward, come come down, You'll stay till twenty else for your wedding gown, Nun, votary, stale maidenhead, seventeen and upward, Here be names, what nothing else? Yes, or a fair built steeple without bells, Steeple good people, nay another cast. ay, or a well made ship without a mast. Fie not so big sir, by one part of four. Why then ye are a boat without an oar, O well rode wit, but what's your fare I pray? Your fair self must be my fairest pay. Nay, and you be so dear, I'll choose another.
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No sweete pinckanie. O ist you wilde oates? I forsooth wanton. Well said scape-thrift. Philip be these your vsuall best salutes? This is the harmlesse chiding of that Doue, Doue, one of those that drawe the Queene of loue? How now? Whose that brother, whose that with ye? A Gentleman my friend. Beladie he hath a pure wit. How meanes your holy iudgement? O well put in sir. Vp you would say. Well climde Gentleman, I pray sir tell me, do you carte the queene of loue? Not cart her, but couch her in your eye, And a fit place for gentle loue to lye. I but me thinkes you speake without the booke, To place a sower wheele waggon in my looke, Where will you haue roome to haue the coach-man sit? Nay, that were but small manners, and not fit, His dutie is before you bare to sand, Hauing a lustie whipstocke in his hand. The place is voide, will you prouide me one? And if you please I will supply the roome. But are ye cunning in the Carmans lash? And can ye whistle well? Yes I can well direct the coache of loue. Ah cruell carter, would you whip a doue? Harke ye sister? Nay, but harke ye brother? Whose white boy is that same? know ye his mother? He is a Gentleman of a good house. Why is his house of gold, is it not made of lyme andS stone like this? I meane hees well descended. God be thanked. Did he descend some steeple or some ladder? Well, you will still be crosse, I tell yee sister, This Gentleman by all your friends consent, Must be your husband. Nay not all, some sing another note, My mother will say no, I holde a groate. But I thought twas somewhat, he would be a carter, He hath beene whipping laely some blinde beare, And now he would feke the blinde boy heere with vs. Well, do you eare, you sister, mistresse would haue You that do long for somwhat I know what. My father tolde me, go too Ile tell all, If ye be crosse, do ye heare me? I hau labourd A yeares worke in this afternoone for ye, Come from your cloyster, votarie, chase Nun, Come downe and kisse Franke Gourseys mothers sonne. Kisse him I pray? Go to, stale maidenhead▪ come downe I say, You seuenteene and vpward, come come downe, You'l stay till twentie else for yo 'r wedding gowne, Nun, votarie, stale maidenhead, seuenteene and vpward, Here be names, what nothing else? Yes, or a faire built steeple without bels, Steeple good people, nay another cast. I, or a well made ship without a mast. Fie not so big sir, by one part of foure. Why then ye are a boate without an oare, O well rode wit, but whats your fare I pray? Your faire selfe must be my fairest pay. Nay, and you be so deare, Ile chuse another.