1 The Two Angry Women of Abingdon · chunk 37 of 51
Porter, Henry · published 1599 · first performed or written 1598(?) (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
Why then I know the matter, we met cross, And so we missed, now here we find our loss, Well, if thou wilt, we two will keep together, And so we shall meet right with one or other, I am content, but do you hear me sir? Did not sir Raph Smith ask ye for a wench? No I promise thee, nor did he look for any But thyself, as I could guess. Why this is strange, but come sir let's away, I fear that we shall walk here till it be day. O God I have run so far into the wind, that I have run myself out of wind, they say a man is near his end when he lacks breath, and I am at the end of my race, for I can run no farther than here I be in my breath bed, not in my death bed. They say men moil and toil for a poor living, so I moil and toil, & am living I thank God, in good time be it spoken, it had been better for me my mistress angel had been light, for then perhaps it had not led me into this darkness, well, the devil never blesses a man better, when he purses up angels by owlight, I ran through a hedge to take the boy but I stuck in the ditch, and lost the boy: 'swounds a plague on that clod, that Molehill, that ditch, or what the devil soe'er it were, for a man cannot see what it was, well, I would not for the prize of my sword & buckler, anybody should see me in this taking for it would make me but cut off their legs for laughing at me, well, down I am, and down I mean to be, because I am weary, but to tumble down thus, it was no part of my meaning, then since I am down, here i'll rest me, and no man shall remove me. O I have sport in coney i'faith, I have almost burst myself with laughing at mistress Barns, she was following of her daughter, and I hearing her, put on my fellow Dickes sword and bucklers voice, & his swoons & 'sblood words, and led her such a dance in the dark as it passes, here she is quoth I, where quoth she? here quoth I, O it hath been a brave here & there night, but O what a soft natured thing the dirt is? how it would endure my hard treading, and kiss my feet for acquaintance, and how courteous and mannerly were the clods, to make me stumble only of purpose to entreat me lie down & rest me, but now and I could find my fellow Dick, I would play the knave with him honestly i'faith, Well, I will grope in the dark for him, or i'll poke with my staff like a blind man, to prevent a ditch.
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Why then I know the matter, we met crosse, And so we mist, now here we finde our losse, Well, if thou wilt, we two will keepe togither, And so we shall meet right with one or other, I am content, but do you heare me sir? Did not sir Raph Smith aske yee for a wench? No I promise thee, nor did he looke for any But thy selfe, as I could gesse. Why this is strange, but come sir lets away, I feare that we shall walke here till it be day. O God I haue runne so far into the winde, that I haue runne my selfe out of winde, they say a man is neere his end when he lackes breath, and I am at the end of my race, for I can run no farther then here I be in my breath bed, not in my death bed. They say men moyle and toile for a poore liuing, so I moyle and toile, & am liuing I thanke God, in good time be it spoken, it had been better for me my mistresse angell had beene light, for then perhaps it had not lead me into this darknesse, well, the diuell neuer blesses a man better, when he purses vp angels by owlight, I ranne through a hedge to take the boy but I stuck in the ditch, and lost the boy: swounds a plague on that clod, that Mowl-hl, that ditch, or what the deuil so ere it were, for a man cannot see what it was, well, I would not for the prize of my sword & bucker, any body should see me in this taking for it would make me but cut off their legges for laughing at me, well, downe I am, and downe I meane to be, because I am wearie, but to tumble downe thus, it was no part of my meaning, then since I am downe, here ile rest me, and no man shall remooue me. O I haue sport in coney I faith, I haue almost burst my selfe with laughing at mistresse Barnes, she was following of her daughter, and I hearing her, put on my fellow Dickes sword and bucklers voyce, & his swounds & sbloud words, and led her such a daunce in the dake as it passes, heere she is quoth I, where quoh she? here quoth I, O it hath been a braue here & there night, but O what a soft natured thing the durt is? how it would endure my hard teading, and kisse my feet for acquaintance, and how courteous and mannerly were the clods, to make me stumble onlie of purpose to entreate me lie downe & rest me, but now and I could find my fellow Dicke, I would play the knaue with him honestly I faith, Well, I will grope in the darke for him, or ile poke with my staffe like a blinde man, to preuent a ditch.