1 The Two Angry Women of Abingdon · chunk 31 of 51
Porter, Henry · published 1599 · first performed or written 1598(?) (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T15 Friars and holy orders in plot · 506 words
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Will ye so sir? Stay Frank, this pitch of Frenzy will defile thee, Meddle not with it, thy unreproved valour, Should be high minded: couch it not so low, Dost hear me? take occasion to slip hence, But secretly, let not thy mother see thee, At the backside there is a coney green, Stay there for me, and Mall and I will come to thee. Enough, I will: mother you do me wrong, To be so peremptory in your command, And see that rascal to abuse me so. Rascal, take that and take all, do ye hear sir, I do not mean to pocket up this wrong. I know why that is. Why? Because you have near a pocket, A whip sirrah, a whip: but sir provide your tools against tomorrow morning 'tis somewhat dark now indeed, you know Dawsons close, between the hedge & the pond, 'tis good even ground, I'll meet you there, & I do not, call me cut, and you be a man show yourself a man, we'll have a bout or two, and so we'll part for that present. Well sir, well. Boy, have they appointed to fight? I Nicholas, wilt not thou go see the fray? No indeed, even as they brew so let them bake. I will not thrust my hand into the flame and need not, 'tis not good to have an oar in another man's boat, little said is soon amended, & in little meddling cometh great rest, 'tis good sleeping in a whole skin, so a man might come home by weeping cross: no by lady, a friend is not so soon gotten as lost, blessed are the peacemakers, they that strike with the sword, shall be beaten with the scabbard. Well said proverbs, near another to that purpose? Yes I could have said to you sir, take heed is a good reed. Why to me take heed? For happy is he whom other men's harms do make to beware. O beware Frank, slip away Mall, You know what I told ye, i'll hold our mothers both in talk meanwhile: Mother and Mistress Barns, methinks you should not stand in hatred so hard one with the other. Should I not sir' should I not hate a harlot, That robs me of my right, vide boy? That title I return unto thy teeth, And spit the name of harlot in thy face. Well 'tis not time of night to hold out chat, With such a scold as thou art, therefore now, Think that I hate thee as I do the devil. The devil take thee if thou dost not wretch. Out upon thee strumpet. Out upon thee harlot. Well, I will find a time to be revenged: Mean time I'll keep my daughter from thy son, Where are you minion? how now are ye gone. She went in mother. Francis where are ye? He is not here o then they split away & both together. I'll assure ye no, my sister she went in, into the house,
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Will ye so sir? Stay Franke, this pitch of Frensie will defile thee, Meddle not with it, thy vnreprooued vallour, Should be high minded: couch it not so low, Dost heare me? take occasion to slip hence, But secretly, let not thy mother see thee, At the backside there is a Cunny greene, Stay there for me, and Mall and I will come to thee. Enough, I will: mother you doe me wrong, To be so peremptory in your commaund, And see that rascall to abuse me so. Rascall, take that and take all, do ye heare sir, I doe not meane to pocket vp this wrong. I know why that is. Why? Because you haue nere a pocket, A whip sira, a whip: but sir prouide your tooles against to morrow morning tis somewhat darke now indeed, you know Dawsons close, betweene the hedge & the pond, tis good euen ground, Ile meete you there, & I do not, call me cut, and you be a man shew your selfe a man, weele haue a bout or two, and so weele part for that present. Well sir, well. Boy, haue they appointed to fight? I Nicholas, wilt not thou go see the fray? No indeed, euen as they brewe so let them bake. I wil not thrust my hand into the flame and need not, tis not good to haue an oare in another mans boate, little said is soone amended, & in litle medling commeth great rest, tis good sleeping in a whole skin, so a man might come home by weeping crosse: no by lady, a friend is not so soone gotten as lost, blessed are the peace-makers, they that strike with the sword, shall be beaten with the scabberd. Well said prouerbs, nere another to that purpose? Yes I could haue said to you sir, take heed is a good reed. Why to me take heede? For happy is he whom other mens harms do make to beware. O beware Franke, slip away Mall, You know what I told ye, ile hold our mothers both in talk meane while: Mother and Mistris Barnes, me thinkes you should not stand in hatred so hard one with the other. Should I not sir' should I not hate a harlot, That robs me of my right, vide boy? That tytle I returne vnto thy teeth, And spit the name of ha t in thy face. Well tis not time of night to hold out chat, With such a scold as thou art, therefore now, Thinke that I hate thee as I doe the deuill. The deuill take thee if thou dost not wretch. Out vpon thee strumpet. Out vpon thee harlot. Well, I will finde a time to be reueng'd: Mean time Ile keep my daughter from thy sonne, Where are you minion? how now are yee gone. She went in mother. Francis where are ye? He is not heere▪ ô then they split away & both together. Ile assure ye no, my sister she went in, into the house,