1 The Two Angry Women of Abingdon · chunk 28 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 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
Stay mistress Barnes, or mother, what ye will, she's my wife, and here she shall be still. How sir your wife? wouldst thou my daughter have I'll rather have her married to her grave, Go to be gone, and quickly, or I swear, I'll have my men beat ye for staying here, Beat him mother as I am true man, They were better beat the devil and his dam. What wilt thou take his part? To do him good, And 'twere to wade hitherto up in blood. God a mercy Phil. but mother hear me. call'st thou me mother, no thy mother's name Carries about with it, reproach and shame: Give me my daughter, ere that she shall wed, A strumpet's son, and have her so misled, I'll marry her to a Carter: come I say, Give me her from thee. Mather not today, Nor yet tomorrow, till my lives last morrow, Make me leave that, which I with leave did borrow, Here I have borrowed love, i'll not deny it, Thy wedding night's my day, then I'll repay it: Till then she'll trust me, wench be't not so? And if it be, say I, if nor, say no. Mother, good mother, hear me O good God, Now we are even what would you make us odd? Now I beseech ye for the love of Christ, To give me leave once to do what I list. I am as you were when you were a maid, Guess by yourself, how long you would have staid, Might you have had your will, as good begin, At first as last, it saves us from much sin, Lying alone, we muse on things and things, And in our minds, one thought another brings, This maids life mother is an idle life, Therefore I'll be, I, I will be wife, And mother do not mistrust my age or power, I am sufficient, I lack near an hour, I had both wit to grant when he did woe me, And strength to bear whate'er he can do to me. Well bold face, but I mean to make you stay, Go to, come from him, or i'll make ye come, Will ye not come? Mother, I pray forbear, This match is for my sister. Villain 'tis not, Nor she shall not be so matched now. In troth she shall, and your unruly hate, Shall not rule us, we'll end all this debate, By this begun device. I end what you begun, villains thieves Give me my daughter, will ye rob me of her? Help, help, they'll rob me here, they'll rob me here, How now, what outcry is here? why how now woman? Why Goursey's son, confederates with this boy, This wretch unnatural and undutiful. Seeks hence to steal my daughter, will you suffer it? Shall he that's son to my arch-enemy, Enjoy her, have I brought her up to this? O God he shall not have her, no he shall not.
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Stay mistresse Barnes, or mother, what ye will, Shees my wife, and here she shall be still. How sir your wife? wouldst thou my daugter haue Ile rather haue her married to her graue, Go to be gone, and quickly, or I sweare, Ile haue my men beate ye for staying here, Beate him mother▪ as I am true man, They were better beate the diuell and his dam. What wilt thou take his part? To do him good, And twere to wade hetherto vp in blood. God a mercy Phil, but mother heare me. Calst thou me mother, no thy mothers name Carryes about with it, reproche and shame: Giue me my daughter, ere that she shall wed, A strumpets sonne, and haue her fomislead, Ile marry her to a Carter: come I say, Giue me her from thee. Mather not to day, Nor yet to morrow, till my liues last morrow, Make me leaue that, which I with leaue did borrow, Heere I haue borrowed loue, ile not deny it, Thy wedding night's my day, then Ile repay it: Till then sheele trust me, wench ist not so? And if it be, say I, if nor, say no. Mother, good mother, heare me O good God, Now we are euen what would you make vs odde? Now I beseech ye for the loue of Christ, To giue me leaue once to doe what I list. I am as you were when you were a maide, Gesse by your selfe, how long you would haue staide, Might you haue had your will, as good begin, At first as last, it saues vs from much sinne, Lying alone, we muse on things and things, And in our mindes, one thought another brings, This maides life mother is an idle life, Therefore Ile be, I, I will be wife, And mother doe not mistrust my age or power, I am sufficient, I lacke nere an houe, I had both wit to graunt when he did woe me, And strength to beare what ere he can doe to me. Well bold face, but I meane to make you stay, Goe to, come from him, or ile make ye come, Will yee not come? Mother, I pray forbeare, This match is for my sister. Villaine tis not, Nor she shall not be so matcht now. In troth she shall, and your vnruly hate, Shall not rule vs, weele end all this debate, By this begun deuise. I end what you begun, villaines theeues Giue me my daughter, will ye rob me of her? Help, help, theil rob me heere, theil rob me heere, How now, what outcry is heere? why how now woman? Why Gourseys sonne, consederates with this boy, This wretch vnnatural and vndutifull. Seekes hence to steale my daughter, will you suffer it? Shall he thats sonne to my arch-enemy, Enioy her, haue I brought her vp to this? O God he shall not haue her, no he shall not.