1 The Two Angry Women of Abingdon · chunk 38 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 · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
whose's that with a pox? Who art thou with a pestilence. Why I am Dick Coomes? What have I found thee Dick? nay then I am for ye Dick, Where are ye Dick? What can I tell where I am? Can ye not tell, come, come ye weight on your mistress well, come on your ways, I have sought you till I am weary, and called ye till I am hoarse, good Lord what a jaunt I have had this night, heigh ho? Is't you mistress that came over me, 'sblood 'twere a good deed to come over you for this night's work, I cannot afford all this pains for an angel I tell ye true a kiss were not cast away upon a good fellow, that hath deserved more that way then a kiss, if your kindness would afford it him, What shall I have it mistress? Fie, fie, I must not kiss my man. Nay, nay, near stand, shall I, shall I, nobody sees, say but I shall, and i'll smack ye soundly i'faith. Away bawdy man, in truth I'll tell your master. My master, go to, near tell me of my master, he may pray for them that may, he is past it, and for mine own part, I can do somewhat that way I thank God, I am not now to learn, and 'tis your part to have your whole desire. Fie, fie, I am ashamed of you, would you tempt your mistress to lewdness. To lewdness, no by my troth there's no such matter in't, it is for kindness, & by my troth if you like my gentle offer, you shall have what courteously I can afford ye. Shall I indeed Dick? i'faith, if I thought nobody would see. Tush, fear not that, 'swounds they must have Cats eyes then, Then kiss me Dick. A kind wench i'faith, where are ye mistress? Here Dick, O I am in the dark, Dick go about, Nay, i'll grope sure, where are ye. Hodge. Here, A plague on this post, I would the Carpenter had been hanged that set it up so, where are ye now? Here. Here, o I come, a plague on it, I am in a pond mistress. Ha, ha, I have led him into a pond, where art thou Dick? Up to the middle in a pond. Make a Boat of thy Buckler then, and swim out, are ye so hot with a pox? would you kiss my mistress, cool ye there then good Dick Coomes, o when he comes forth the skirts of his blue coat will drop like a paint-house, O that I could see and not be seen, how he would Spaniel it, and shake himself when he comes out of the pond, but i'll be gone, for now he'll fight with a fly, if he but buzz in his ear.
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Whose that with a poxe? Who art thou with a pestilence. Why I am Dick Coomes? What haue I found thee Dicke? nay then I am for yee Dicke, Where are ye Dicke? What can I tell where I am? Can yee not tell, come, come ye waight on your mistreffe well, come on your wayes, I haue sought you till I am wearie, and calde ye till I am hoarse, good Lord what a iaunt I haue had this night, hey ho? Ist you mistresse that came ouer me, sbloud twere a good deed to come ouer you for this nights worke, I cannot affoord all this paines for an angell I tell ye true a kisse were not cast away vpon a good fellow, that hath deserued more that way hen a kisse, if your kindnesse would affoord it him, What shall I haue it mistresse? Fie, fie, I must not kisse my man. Nay▪ nay, nere stand, shall I, shall I, nobody sees, say but I shall, and ile smack yee soundly I faith. Away bawdie man, in trueth lle tell your maister. My master, go to, neere tell me of my maister, he may pray for them that may, he is past it, and for mine own part, I can do somewhat that way I thanke God, I am not now to learne, and tis your part to ha your whole desire. Fie, fie, I am ashamed of you, would you tempt your mistresse to lewdnsse. To lewdnesse, no by my troth thers no such matter in't, it is for kindnesse, & by my troh if you like my gentle offer, you shall haue what courteously I can affoord ye. Shall I indeed Dicke? I faith, if I thought no body would see. ush, fere not that, swones they must haue Cattes eyes then, Then kisse me Dick. A kinde wenche I faith, where are yee mistresse? Heere Dick, O I am in the darke, Dick go about, Nay, ile grope sure, where are yee. Hodge. Heere, A plague on this poast, I would the Carpenter had bin hangd that set it vp so, where are yee now? Here. Here, o I come, a plague on it, I am in a pond mistres. Ha, ha, I haue led him into a pond, where art thou Dick? Vp to the middle in a pond. Make a Boate of thy Buckler then, and swim out, are yee so hot with a pox? would you kisse my mistresse, coole ye there then good Dick Coomes, o when he comes forth the skirts of his blew coate will dropp like a paint-house, O that I could see and not be seene, how he would Spaniell it, and shake himselfe when he comes out of the pond, but ile be gone, for now heele fight with a flye, if he but buz in his eare.