1 The Two Angry Women of Abingdon · chunk 42 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 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
'tis good. o have a cloak for the rain, a bad shift is better than none at all, I'll sit here as if I were as dead as a door nail. Hark, there's one holloes. And there's another. And everywhere we come, I here some hollo. And yet it is our haps to meet with none. I marvel where your Hodge is, and my man? I and our wives, we cannot meet with them. Nor with the boy, nor Mall, nor Frank, nor Philip: Nor yet with Coomes, and yet we near stood still. Well I am very angry with my wife, And she shall find I am not pleased with her, If we meet near so soon, but 'tis my hap, She hath had as blind a journey out as we, Pray God she have, and worse if worse may be. This is but short lived envy Master curtsy: But come, what say ye to my policy? i'faith 'tis good, and we will practise it, But sir it must be handled cunningly, Or all is marred, our wives have subtle heads, And they will soon perceive a drift device. So ho. So ho. whose's there? here's on or two. Is Will there? No, Philip? Frank? No, no. Was ever man deluded thus like me, I think some spirit leads me thus amiss: As I have often heard, that some have been thus in the nights. But yet this mazes me where ere I come, Some asks me still for Frank or Philip, And none of them can tell me where Will is. So ho? So ho. So ho! So ho? 'sounds now I here four hollow at the least, One had a little voice, then that's the wench My man hath lost, well I will answer all, so ho. Whope, whope. whose's there will? No sir, honest Hodge: but I pray ye sir did ye not meet with a boy with a Torch, he is run away from me a plague on him. hay day, from Frank and Philip to a Torch, And to a Boy, nay 'sounds then hap as 'twill. Who goes there? Gesse here. Philip. Philip, no faith, my names Will, ill will, for I was never worse, I was even now with him, and might have been still, but that I fell into a ditch and lost him, and now I am going up and down to seek him. What wouldst thou do with him. Why I would have him go with me to my masters. Whose thy master? Why sir Raphe Smith, and thither he promised me he would come, if he keep his word so 'tis. What was he a doing when thou first found him. Why he holloed for one Francis, and Francis holloa'd for him, I hallowed for my master, and my master for me, but we missed still meeting contrary, Philip & Francis with me & my master, and I & my master with Philip and Frank.
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Tis good. o haue a cloake for the raine, a bad shift is better then none at all, Ile sit heere as if I were as dead as a doore naile. Harke, theres one holloes. And theres another. And euery where we come, I heere some hollo. And yet it is our haps to meete with none. I maruell where your Hodge is, and my man? I and our wiues, we cannot meet with them. Nor with the boye, nor Mall, nor Franke, nor Phillip: Nor yet with Coomes, and yet we nere stood still. Well I am very angry with my wife, And she shall finde I am not pleasd with her, If we meete nere so soone, but tis my hap, She hath had as blind a iourney out as we, Pray God she haue, and worse if worse may be. This is but short liu'de enuie Maister Coursey: But come, what say yee to my pollicie? I faith tis good, and we will practise it, But sir it must be handeled cunningly, Or all is mard, our wiues haue subtill heads, And they will soone perceiue a drift deuise. So ho. So ho. Whose there? Heers on or two. Is Will there? No, Phillip? Franke? No, no. Was euer man deluded thus like me, I thinke some spirit leads me thus amisse: As I haue oftē heard, that some haue bin thus in the nights. But yet this mases me where ere I come, Some askes me still for Franke or Phillip, And none of them can tell me where Will is. So ho? So ho. So ho! So ho? Sownes now I heere foure hollow at the least, One had a little voice, then thats the wench My man hath lost, well I will answer all, so ho. VVhope, whope. VVhose there will? No sir, honest Hodge: but I pray yee sir did yee not meete with a boye with a Torche, he is runne away from me a plague on him. Hey day, from Franke and Phillip to a Torche, And to a Boye, nay sownes then hap as twill. Who goes there? Gesse heere. Phillip. Phillip, no faith, my names Will, ill will, for I was neuer worse, I was euen now with him, and might haue been still, but that I fell into a ditch and lost him, and now I am going vp and downe to seeke him. What wouldst thou do with him. Why I would haue him go with me to my maisters. Whose thy maister? Why sir Raphe Smith, and thether he promist me he would come, if he keepe his worde so tis. What was he a doing wheatou first found him. Why he holloed for one Francis, and Francis hollod for him, I hallod for my maister, and my maister for me, but we mist still meeting contrary, Phillip & Francis with me & my maister, and I & my maister with Philip and Franke.