1 The Two Angry Women of Abingdon · chunk 41 of 51
Porter, Henry · published 1599 · first performed or written 1598(?) (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
Within a mile of an oak sir, he's a proud horse will not carry his own provender, I warrant ye. Now am I in my quarreling humour, and now can I say nothing but sownes draw, but i'll untruss, & then have to it. whose's there, Boy? honest Boy, well met, where hast thou been. O Hodge, Dick Coomes hath been as good as a cry of Hounds, to make a breathed Hair of me, but didst thou see my master? I met him even now, and he asked me for thee, and he is gone up and down, hooing like an Owl for thee. Owl, ye Ass. Ass, no nor glass, for then it had been owlglass, but whose's that boy? By the mass 'tis our Coomes & Nicholas, & it seems they are providing to fight. Then we shall have fine sport, i'faith sirrah, let's stand close, and when they have fought about or two, we'll run away with the torch, & leave them to fight darkling, shall we? Content, I'll get the Torch, stand close. So now my back hath room to reach, I do not love to be laced in, when I go to lace a rascal, I pray God Nicholas prove not a fly: it would do me good to deal with a good man now, that we might have half a dozen good smart strokes, ha' I have seen the day, I could have danced in my fight, on, two, three four & five, ou the head of him six, seven, eight, nine & ten, on the sides of him, & if I went so far as fifteen, I warrant I showed him a trick of one and twenty: but I have not sought this four days, & I lack a little practice of my warde, but I shall make a shift, ha close, are ye disposed sir? Yes indeed I fear no colours, change sides Richard. Change the gallows, I'll see thee hanged first. Well, I see the fool will not leave his babble for the Tower of London. Fool ye Rogue, nay then fall to it. Good goose bite not. 'sblood how pursy I am, well I see exercise is all, I must practise my weapons oftener, I must have a goal or two at Football, before I come to my right kind, give me thy hand Nicholas, thou art a better man than I took thee for, and yet thou art not so good a man as I. You dwell by ill neighbours Richard, that makes ye praise yourself. Why I hope thou wilt say I am a man. Yes I'll say so if I should see you hanged. Hanged ye Rogue, nay then have at ye, swoons the light is gone. O Lord, it is as dark as Pitch, Well here I'll lie with my buckler thus, lest striking up and down at randall, the rogue might hurt me, for I cannot see to save it, and I'll hold my peace, lest my voice should bring them where I am.
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Within a mile of an oake sir, hee's a proud horse will not carry his owne prouender, I warrant ye. Now am I in my quarrelling humor, and now can I say nothing but sownes draw, but ile vntrus, & thē haue to it. Whose there, Boy? honest Boy, well met, where hast thou bin. O Hodge, Dicke Coomes hath bin as good as a crye of Hounds, to make a breathd Hayre of me, but didst thou see my master? I met him euen now, and he askt me for thee, and he is gone vp and downe, whoing like an Owle for thee. Owle, ye Asse. Asse, no nor glasse, for then it had been Owleglasse, but whose that boy? By the masse tis our Coomes & Nicholas, & it seemes they are prouiding to fight. Then we shall haue fine sport, I faith sirra, les stand close, and when they haue fought about or two, weele run away with the torch, & leaue thē to fight darkling, shal we? Content, Ile get the Torch, stand close. So now my back hath roome to reach, I doe not loue to be lac't in, when I goe to lace a rascall, I pray God Nicholas prooue not a fly: it would do me good to deale with a good man now, that we might haue halfe a dozen good smart stroakes, ha I haue seen the day, I could haue daunst in my fight, on, two, three foure & fiue, ou the head of him six, seauen, eight, nine & ten, on the sides of him, & if I went so far as fifteene, I warrant I shewed him a trick of one and twentie: but I haue not sought ths foure dayes, & I lacke a little practise of my ware, but I shall make a shift, ha close, are ye desposed sir? Yes indeed I eare no coulers, change sides Richard. Change the gallowes, Ile see thee handg first. Well, I see the foole wil not leaue his bable for the Tower of London. Foole ye Roge, nay then fall to it. Good goose bite not. Sbloud how pursey I am, well I see exercise is all, I must practise my weapons oftner, I must haue a goale or two at oote-ball, before I come to my right kind, giue me thy hand Nicholas, thou art a better man then I took thee for, and yet thou art not so good a man as I. You dwell by neighbors Richard, that makes yee praise your selfe. Why I hope thou wilt say I am a man. Yes Ile say so if I should see you hangd. Hangd ye Roge, nay then haue at yee, swounes the light is gone. O Lord, it is as darke as Pitch, Well heere Ile lye with my buckler thus, least striking vp and downe at andall, the roge might hurt me, for I cannot see to saue it, and Ile hold my peace, least my voyce should bring thm where I am.