1 The Two Angry Women of Abingdon · chunk 36 of 51
Porter, Henry · published 1599 · first performed or written 1598(?) (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 486 words
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even now he asked me Francis for the wench, And now he ask me Philip for the wench, Well sir Raph. I must needs tell ye now, 'tis not for your credit to be forth, So late a wenching in this order What's this, so late a wenching doth he say? Indeed 'tis true, I am thus late a wenching, But I am forced to wench without a wench. Why then you might have ta'en your bow at first, And gone and killed a buck, and not have been So long a drabbing, and be near the near. 'swounds what a pussel am I in this night, But yet I'll put this fellow farther, Dost thou hear man? I am not sir Raph Smith. As thou dost think I am, but I did meet him, Even as thou sayest in pursuit of a wench. I met the wench to, and asked for thee, Saying 'twas thou that wert her love, her dear, And that sir Raph was not an honest Knight, To train her thither, and to use her so. 'sblood my wench, 'swounds were he ten sir Raphs. Nay 'tis true, look to it, and so farewell. Indeed I do love Nan our dairy maid, And hath he train her forth to that intent? Or for another, I carry his crossbow, And he doth cross me, shooting in my bow, What shall I do? So ho? So ho, Francies art thou there? No here's no Francis, art thou Will my man? Will fool your man, will goose your man, My back sir scorns to wear your livery. Nay sir I moved but such a question to you, Had it hath not disparaged you I hope, 'twas but mistaking, such a night as this May well deceive a man, God boy sir. God's will 'tis sir Raph Smith, a virtuous knight, How gently entertains he my hard answer? Rude anger made my tongue unmannerly, I cry him mercy, well, but all this while, I cannot find a Francis, Francis ho? Francis ho, o you call Francis now, How have ye used my Nan? come tell me how? Thy Nan, what Nan? ay, what Nan now, say, do you not seek a wench? Yes I do. Then sir that is she. Art not thou I met withal before? Yes sir, and you did counterfeit before, And said to me you were not sir Raph Smith, No more I am not, I met sir Raph Smith, Even now he asked me if I saw his man. O fine. Why sirrah thou art much deceived in me, Good faith I am not he thou thinkst I am. What are ye then? Why one that seeks one Francis and a wench. And Francis seeks one Philip and a wench: How canst thou tell? I met him seeking Philip and a wench, As I was seeking sir Raph and a wench.
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Euen now he askt me Francis for the wench, And now he aske me Phillip for the wench, Well sir Raph. I must needes tell ye now, Tis not for your credit to be foorth, So late a wnching in this order Whats this, so late a wenching doth he say? Indeed tis true, I am thus late a wenching, But I am forc'st to wench without a wench. Why then you might haue tane your bow at first, And gone and kilde abucke, and not haue been So log a drabbing, and be nere the neere. Swounds what a pussell am I in this night, But yet Ile put this fellow farther, Doost thou heare man? I am not sir Rph Smith. As thou doost thinke I am, but I did meete him, Euen as thou saiest in pursuite of a wench. I met the wench to, and askt for thee, Saying twas thou that wert her loue, her deare, And that sir Raph was not an honest Knight, To traine her thether, and to vse her so. Sbloud my wench, swounds were he ten sir Raphs. Nay tis , looke to it, and so farewell. Indeed I do oue Nan our darie maide, And hath he traine her forth to that intent? Or for another, I carrie his crossebow, And he doth crosse me, shooting in my bow, What shall I do? So ho? So ho, Francies art thou there? No heres no Francis, art thou Will my man? Will foole your man, will gose your man, My backe sir scornes to weare your uerie. Nay sir I mooude but such a question to you, Had it hath not disparegd you I hope, Twas but mistaking, such a night as this May well deceiue a man, God boye sir. Gods will tis sir Raph Smith, a vertuous knight, How gently entertaines he my hard answer? Rude anger made my tongue vnmannerly, Irie him mercie, well, but all this while, I cannot finde a Francis, Francis ho? Francis ho▪ o you call Francis now, How haue ye vsde my Nan? come tell me how? Thy Nan, what Nan? I, what Nan now, say, do you not seeke a wench? Yes I do. Then sir that is she. Art not thou I met withall before? Yes sir, and you did counterfeit before, And said to me you were not sir Raph Smith, No more I am not, I met sir Raph Smith, Euen now he askt me if I saw his man. O fine. Why sirra thou art much deceiued in me, Good faith I am not he thou thinkst I am. What are ye then? Why one that sekes one Francis and a wench. And Francis seekes one Phillip and a wench: How canst thou tll? I met him seeking Philip and a wench, As I was seeking sir Raph and a wench.