1 The Two Angry Women of Abingdon · chunk 29 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 · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
I am sorry she knows it, hark ye wife, Let reason moderate your rage a little, If you examine but his birth and living. His wit and good behaviour, you will say, Though that ill hate make your opinion bad, He doth deserve as good a wife as she Why will you give consent he shall enjoy her? ay, so that thy mind would agree with mine. My mind shall near agree to this agreement. And yet it shall go forward, but who's here? What, Mistress Goursey, how knew she of this? Frank, thy mother. 'swounds where? a plague upon it, I think the devil is set to cross this match. This is the house Dick Coomes, & yonder's light, Let us go near: how now, methinks I see, My son stand hand in hand, with Barns his daughter: Why how now sirrah, is this time of night, For you to be abroad, what have we here? I hope that love hath not thus coupled you: Love by my troth mother, Love, she loves me, And I love her, than we must needs agree. ay but I'll keep her sure enough from thee. It shall not need, I'll keep him safe enough, Be sure he shall not graft in such a stock. What a stock forsooth? as good a stock as thine, I do not mean that he shall graft in mine. Nor shall he mistress, hark boy? thouart but mad To love the branch, that hath a root so bad, Then Mother, i'll graft a Pippin on a Crab. It will not prove well. But I'll prove my skill. Sir but you shall not. Mother's both I will. Hark Philip, send away thy sister straight, Let Francis meet her where thou shalt appoint, Let them go several to shun suspicion, And bid them go to Oxford both this night, There tomorrow say that we will meet them, And there determine of their marriage. I will, though it be very late and dark, My sister will endure it for a husband. Well then to Carfolke's boy, I mean to meet them. Enough, would they would begin to chide, For I would have them brawling, that meanwhile, They nay steal hence, to meet where I oppoint it, What mother, will you let this match go forward: Or mistress Goursey will you first agree? Shall I agree first? I why not, come, come. Come from her son, & if thou lov'st thy mother. With the like spell, daughter I conjure thee, Francis, by fair means let me win thee from her, And I will gild my blessing gentle son, With store of Angels, I would not have thee, Check thy good fortune, by this thy cozening choice, O do not thrall thy happy liberty, In such a bondage, if thou'lt be needs bound, Be then to better worth, this worthless choice Is not fit for thee.
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I am sorry she knowes it, hark ye wie, Let reason moderate your rage a little, If you examine but his birth and liuing. His wit and good behauiour, you will say, Though that ill hate make your opinion bad, He doth deserue as good a wife as she Why will you giue consent he shall enioy her? I, so that thy minde would agree with mine. My minde shall nere agree to this agreement. And yet it shall go forward, but who's heere? What, Mistris Goursey, how knew she of this? Franke, thy mother. Swones where? a plague vppon it, I thinke the deuill is set to crosse this match. This is the house Dick Coomes, & yonders light, Let vs go neere: how now, me thinkes I see, My sonne stand hand in hand, with Barnes his daughter: Why how now sirra, is this time of night, For you to be abroad, what haue we heere? I hope that loue hath not thus coupled you: Loue by my troth mother, Loue, she loues me, And I loue her, then we must needs agree. I but Ile keep her sure enough from thee. It shall not need, Ile keep him safe enough, Be sure he shal not graft in such a stock. What a stock forsooth? as good a stock as thine, I doe not meane that he shall graft in mine. Nor shall he mistris, harke boy? th'art but mad To loue the branch, that hath a roote so bad, Then Mother, ile graft a Pippin on a Crab. It will not prooue well. But Ile prooue my skill. Sir but you shall not. Mothers both I will. Harke Phillip, send away thy sister straight, Let Francis meete her where thou shalt appoint, Let them goe seuerall to shun suspition, And bid them goe to Oxford both this night, There to morrow say that we will meete them, And there determine of their marriage. I will, though it be very late and darke, My sister will endure it for a husband. Well then to Carfolkes boy, I meane to meet thē. Enough, would they would begin to chide, For I would haue them brawling, that meane while, They nay steale hence, to meete where I oppoint it, What mother, will you let this match go forward: Or mistresse Goursey will you first agree▪ Shall I agree first? I why not, come, come. Come from her sonne, & if thou lou'st thy mother. With the like spell, daughter I coniure thee, Francis, by faire meanes let me win thee from her, And I will gild my blessing gentle sonne, With store of Angels, I would not haue thee, Check thy good fortune, by this thy cusning choise, O doe not thrall thy happie libertie, In such a bondage, if thou'lt be needs bound, Be then to better worth, this worthlesse choise Is not fit for thee.