1 The Two Angry Women of Abingdon · chunk 30 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 · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Is't not fit for him, wherefore be't not fit? Is he too brave a gentleman I pray, No 'tis not fit, she shall not fit his turn, If she were wise, she would be fitter for Three times his better, minion go in, or i'll make ye, I'll keep ye safe from him I warrant ye. Come Francis, come from her. Mothers, with both hands, shove I hate from love, That like an ill companion would infect, The infant mind of our affection, Within this cradle shall this minute's babe, Be laid to rest, and thus I'll huge my joy. Wilt thou be obstinate, thou self wild boy. Nay then perforce I'll part ye since ye will not. Do ye hear mistress, pray ye give me leave to talk two or three cold words with my young Master, hark ye sir, ye are my Master's son, and so forth, and indeed I bear ye some good will, partly for his sake, and partly for your own, and I do hope you do the like to me, I should be sorry else: I must needs say ye are a young man, and for mine own part, I have seen the world, & I know what belongs to causes, & the experience that I have, I thank God I have traveled for it. Why how far have ye traveled for it? From my master's house to the Alehouse. How sir? So sir. Go to I pray, correct you boy, 'twas near a good world, since a boy would face a man so, Go to forward man. Well sir, so it is, I would not wish ye to marry without my mistress consent. And why? Nay, there's near a why, but there is a wherefore, I have known some have done the like, & they have danced a Galliard at beggars bush for it. At beggars bush, here him no more master, he doth bedaub ye with his dirty speech: do ye hear sir, how far stands beggars bush from your father's house sir? how thou whoreson refuge of a tailor, that wert prentice to a tailor half an age, & because if thou hadst served ten ages thou wouldst prove but a butcher, thou leap'st from the shop board to a Blue coat: doth it become thee to use thy terms so? well, thou degree above a hackney, and ten degrees under a Page, sow up your lubber lips, or 'tis not your sword and Buckler, shall keep my Poniard from your breast. Do ye hear sir, this is your boy? How then? You must breech him for it. Must I? how if I will not. Why then 'tis a fine world, when boys keep boys, and know not how to use them. Boy, ye rascal. Strike him and thou darest. Strike me, alas he were better strike his father, 'sounds go to, put up your Bodkin. Mother stand by, I'll teach that rascal, Go to, give me good words, or by Gods dines I'll buckle ye, for all your birdspit.
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Ist not fit for him, wherefore ist not fit? Is he too braue a gentleman I praie, No tis not fit, she shall not fit his turne, If she were wise, she would be fitter for Three times his better, minion go in, or ile make ye, Ile keep ye safe from him I warrant ye. Come Francis, come from her. Mothers, with both hands, shoue I hate from loue, That like an ill companion would infect, The infant minde of our offection, Within this cradle shall this minutes babe, Be laide to rest, and thus Ile huge my ioy. Wilt thou be obstinate, thou selfe wilde boy. Nay then perforce Ile part ye since ye will not. Doe yee heare mistresse, praie yee giue me leaue to talke two or thre cold words with my yong Master, harke ye sir, yee are my Masters sonne, and so foorth, and indeed I beare ye some good will, partlie for his sake, and partly for your own, and I do hope you do the like to me, I should be sorry els: I must needs saie ye are a yng man, and for mine owne part, I haue seene the world, & I know what belongs to causes, & the experience that I haue, I thanke God I haue trauelled for it. Why how far haue ye trauelled for it? From my masters house to the Ale-house. How sir? So sir. Go to I praie, correct you boie, twas nere a good world, since a boie would face a man so, Go to forward man. Wel sir, so it is, I would not wish ye to marry without my mistris consent. And why? Nay, theres nere a why, but there is a wherefore, I haue known some haue done the like, & they haue daunst a Galliard at Beggers bush for it. At Beggers bush, here him no more maister, he doth be dawbe ye with his durty speach: doe ye heare sir, how farre stands Beggers bushe from your fathers house sir? how thou whorson refuge of a Taylor, that wert prentise to a tailor half an age, & because if thou hadst serued ten ages thou wouldst proue but a botcher, thou leapst frō the shop boad to a Blew coate: doth it become thee to vse thy tearms so? wel, thou degree aboue a hackney, and ten degrees vnder a Page, sow vp your lubber lips, or tis not your sworde and Buckler, shall keep my Poniard from your brest. Do ye heare sir, this is your boy? How then? You must breech him for it. Must I? how if I will not. Why then tis a fine world, when boies keep boies, and know not how to vse them. Boy, ye rascall. Strike him and thou darst. Strike me, alas he were better strike his father, Sownes go to, put vp your Bodkin. Mother standby, Ile teach that rascall, Go to, giue me good words, or by Gods dines Ile buckle ye, for all your bird-spit.