1 The Two Angry Women of Abingdon · chunk 34 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 · 511 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Faith mother then I'll try how you can run, Will ye? Yes faith. Mal. sweet heart, Mall? what not a word? A little further, call again. Why Mal. I prithee speak, why Mal I say? I know thou art not far, if thou wilt not speak, why mal, But now I see she's in her merry vain, To make me call and put me to more pain, Well, I must bear with her, she'll bear with me, But I will call, lest that it be not so, What Mall? what Mall I say, boy are we right? Have we not missed the way this same dark night? Mass it may be so as I am true man, I have not seen a coney since I came, Yet at the Cunny-borow we should meet, But hark, I hear the trampling of some feet. It may be so, then therefore let's lie close. Where art thou Dick? Where am I quoth 'a, marry I may be where anybody will say I am, either in France or at Rome, or at Ierusalem they may say I am, for I am not able to disprove them, because I cannot tell where I am. O what a blindfold walk have we had Dick, To seek my son and yet I cannot find him? Why then Mistress let's go home. Why 'tis so dark we shall not find the way. I pray God ye may not mother till it be day. 'sblood take heed mistress here's a tree. Lead thou the way, and let me hold by thee, Dick Coomes, what difference is there between a blind man, and he that cannot see? Peace, a pox on thee. 'swounds somebody spoke. Dick look about, It may be here we may find them out. I see the glimpse of somebody here, And ye be a sprite I'll fray the bug bear, There a goes mistress. O sir have I spied you? A plague on the boy, 'twas he that descried me. How like a beauteous Lady masked in black, Looks that same large circumference of heaven, The sky that was so fair three hours ago, Is in three hours become an Aethiop, And being angry at her beauteous change, She will not have one of those pearled stars, To blab her sable metamorphosis, 'tis very dark, I did appoint my sister, To meet me at the coney berry below, And Francis too, but neither can I see, Belike my mother happened on that place. And frayed them from it, and they both are now wandering about the fields, how shall I find them? It is so dark, I scarce can see my hand, Why then I'll hollow for them, no not so, So will his voice betray him to our mothers, And if he answer, and bring them where he is. What shall I then do? it must not be so? 'sblood it must be so, how else I pray? Shall I stand gaping here all night till day? And then near the near, so ho, so ho.
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Faith mother then Ile trie how you can runne, Will ye? Yes faith. Mal. sweet heart, Mal? what not a word? A little further, call againe. Why Mal. I prethie speake, why Mal I say? I know thou art not farre, if thou wilt not speake, why mal, But now I see shees in her mery vaine, To make me call and put me to more paine, Well, I must bea with her, sheel beare with me, But I will call, least that it be not so, What Mall? what Mall I say, boy are we right? Haue we not mist the way this same darke night? Masse it may be so as I am true man, I haue not seene a cunny since I came, Yet at the Cunny-borow we should meete, But harke, I heare the trampling of some feete. It may be so, then therefore lets lye close. Where art thou Dicke? Where am I quoth a, mary I may be where any body will say I am, eyther in France or at Rome, or at Ierusalem they may say I am, for I am not able to disproue them, because I cannot tell where I am. O what a blindfold walke haue we had Dicke, To seeke my sonne and yet I cannot finde him? Why then Mistresse lets goe home. Why tis so darke we shall not finde the way. I pray God ye may not mother till it be day. Sbloud take heed mistris heres a tree. Lead thou the way, and let me hold by thee, Dick Coom, what difference is there between a blind man, and he that cannot see? Peace, a poxe on thee. Swounds some body spake. Dicke looke about, It may be here we may finde them out. I see the glimpes of some body heere, And ye be a sprite Ile fraie the bug beare, There a goes mistresse. O sir haue I spide you? A plague on the boy, twas he that discried me. How like a beauteous Lady maskt in blacke, Lookes that same large circumference of heauen, The skie that was so faire three houres agoe, Is in three houres become an Ethiope, And being angrie at her beauteous change, She will not haue one of those pearled starres, To blab her sable metamorphesis, Tis very darke, I did appoint my sister, To meete me at the cunny berrie below, And Francis too, but neither can I see, Belike my mother hapned on that place. And fraide them from it, and they both are now Wandring about the fields, how shall I finde them? It is so darke, I scarse can see my hand, Why then Ile hollow for them, no not so, So will his voice betray him to our mothers, And if he answere, and bring them where he is. What shall I then do? it must not be so? Sbloud it must be so, how else I pray? Shall I stand gaping heere all night till day? And then nere the neere, so ho, so ho.