1 The Two Angry Women of Abingdon · chunk 27 of 51
Porter, Henry · published 1599 · first performed or written 1598(?) (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Why take your first man wench, and go no further. Peace Francis, hark ye sister, this I say, you know my mind, or answer I or nay, Wit & judgement hath resolved his mind, And he foresees what after he shall find, If such discretion then shall govern you, Vow love to him, he'll do the like to you. Vow love? who would not love such a comely feature? Nor high nor low, but of the middle stature, A middle man that's the best size indeed, I like him well, Love grant us well to speed. And let me see a woman of that tallness, So slender and of such a middle smallness, So old enough, and in each part so fit, So fair, so kind, endowed with so much wit, Of so much wit as it is held a wonder, 'twere pity to keep love and her asunder, Therefore go up my joy, call down my bliss, Bid her come seal the bargain with a kiss. Frank, Frank, I come through dangers, death and harms To make loves patient with thy seal of arms. But sister softly, lest my mother hear. Hush then, mum, mouse in cheese, cat is near. Now in good faith Philip this makes me smile. That I have wooed and won in so small while. Francis, indeed my sister I dare say, Was not determined to say thee nay, For this same other thing, called maidenhead, Hangs by so small a hair or spider's thread, And worn so too with time, it must needs fall, And like a well lured hawk, she knows her call. Whist brother whist, my mother heard me tread, And asked whose's there? I would not answer her, She called a light, and up she's gone to seek me, There when she finds me not, she'll hither come, Therefore dispatch, let it be quickly done, Francis, my loves lease I do let to thee, Date of my life and thine, what sayest thou to me? The entering, fine, or income thou must pay, Are kisses and embraces every day, And quarterly I must receive my rent, You know my mind. I guess at thy intent, Thou shalt not miss a minute of thy time. Why then sweet Francis I am only thine, Brother bear witness. Do ye deliver this as your deed? I do I do, God send you both good speed, God's lord my mother stand aside and closely too, lest that you be espied, whose's there? Mother 'tis I. You disobedient ruffian, careless wretch, That said your Father loud me too well, I'll think on't when thou thinkst I have forgotten it: whose's with thee else? how now minion you? With whom? with him? why what make you here sir? And thus late too, what hath your mother sent ye To cut my throat, that here you be in wait? Come from him mistress, and let go his hand, Will ye not sir?
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Why take your first man wench, and go no further. Peace Francis, harke ye sister, this I say, you know my mind, or answer I or nay, Wit & iudgement hath resolude his mind, And he foreees what after he shall finde, If such discretion then shall gouerne you, Vow loue to him, heele do the like to you. Vow loue? who would not loue such a comely feature? Nor high nor lowe, but of the middle stature, A middle man thats the best syze indeed, I like him well, Loue graunt vs well to speed. And let me see a woman of that talesse, So slender and of such a middle smalnesse, So olde enough, and in each part so fit, So faire, so kinde, eudued with so much wit, Of so much wit as it is held a wonder, Twere pittie to keepe loue and her a sunder, Therefore go vp my ioy, call downe my blie, Bid her come seale the bargaine with a kisse. Franke, Franke, I come through dangers, death and harmes To make Loues patient with thy seale of armes. But sister softly, least my mother heare. Hush then, um, mouse in cheese, cat is neere. Now in good faith Philip this makes me smile. That I haue woed and wonne in so small while. Francis, indeed my sister I dare say, Was not determined to say thee nay, For this same tother thing, calde maiden-head, Hangs by so small a haire or spiders thred, And worne so too with time, it must needs fall, And like a well lur'de hawke, she knows her call. Whist brother whist, my mother heard me tread, And askt whose there? I would not answer her, She calde a light, and vp shees gone to seeke me, There when she findes me not, sheel hether come, Therefore dispatch, let it be quickly done, Francis, my lues lease I do let to thee, Date of my life and thine, what sayest thou to me? The entring, fine, or income thou must pay, Are kisses and embrase euery day, And quarterly I must receiue my rent, You know my minde. I gesse at thy intent, Thou shalt not misse a minute of thy time. Why then sweet Francis I am onely thine, Brother beare witnesse. Do ye deliuer this as your deed? I do I do, God send you both good speed, Gods lord my mother Stend aside and closely too, least that you be espied, Whose there? Mother tis I. You disobedient ruffen, carelesse wretch, That said your Father loude me too well, Ile thinke on't when thou thinkst I haue forgotten it: Whose with thee else? how now minion you? With whom? with him? why what make you heere sir? And thus late too, what hath your mother sent ye To cut my throate, that heere you be in waite? Come from him mistris, and let go his hand, Will ye not sir?