1 The Two Angry Women of Abingdon · chunk 43 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 · 502 words
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Why wherefore is sir Raphe so late abroad? Why he meant to kill a Buck, I'll say so to save his honesty, but my Nan was his mark, & when he sent me for his bow, and when I came, I holloa'd for him, but I never saw such luck to miss him, it hath almost made me mad. Well stay with us, perhaps sir Raphe and he, Will come anon, hark I do here one hollo. Is this broad waking in a winter's night, I am broad walking in a winter's night: Broad indeed, because I am abroad, But these broad fields methinks are not so broad, That they may keep me forth of narrow ditches, here's a hard world for I can hardly keep myself upright in it, I am marvelous dutiful, but so ho. So ho. whose's there? here's will. What Will, how scap'st thou? What sir? Nay, not hanging, but drowning, Wert thou in a pond or a ditch? A pestilence on it, be't you Philip, no faith, I was but dirty a little, but here's one or two asked for ye. Who be they man? Philip, 'tis I and master Goursey. Father, O father I have heard them say. The days of ignorance are past and done, But I am sure the nights of ignorance Are not yet past, for this is one of them, But where's my sister? Why we cannot tell. Where's Francis? Neither saw we him. Why this is fine. What neither he, nor I, nor she nor you, Nor I, nor she, nor you, and I will now, Can meet, could meet, or near I think shall meet, Call ye this wooing, no 'tis Christmas sport of Hob man blind All blind, all seek to catch, all miss: but who comes here? O have I catched ye sir, it was your doing, That made me have this pretty dance tonight, Had not you spoke, my mother had not scared me, But I will swinge ye for it. Keep the king's peace, How? art thou become a Constable? Why Philip where hast thou been all this while? Why where you were not, but I pray where's my sister? Why man I saw her not, but I have sought her as I should seek. A needle have ye not? Why you man are the needle that she seeks To work withal, well Francis do you here, You must not answer so, that you have sought her, But have ye found her, faith and if you have, God give ye joy of that ye found with her, Fra I saw her not, how could I find her. Why, could ye miss form Master Barnses house unto his Cunny-berry? Whether I could or no, father I did. Father I did, well Frank wilt thou believe me, Thou dost not know how much this same doth grieve me Shall it be said thou missed so plain away, whenas so fair a wench did for thee stay. 'sounds man.
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Why wherfore is sir Raphe so lae abroade? Why he ment to kill a Buck, Ile say so to saue his honestie, but my Nan was his marke, & when he sent me for his bow, and when I came, I hollod for him, but I neuer saw such luck to misse him, it hath almost made me mad. Well stay with vs, perhap sir Raphe and he, Will come anon, harke I do heere one hollo. Is this broad waking in a winters night, I am broad walking in a winters night: Broad indeed, because I am abroad, But these broad fields me thinks are not so broad, That they may keepe me foorth of narrow ditches, Heers a hard warld for I can hardly keep my selfe vpright in it, I am maruellous dutifull, but so ho. So ho. Whose there? Heeres will. What Will, how scapst thou? What sir? Nay, not hanging, but drowning, Wert thou in a pond or a ditche? A pestilence on it, ist you Phillip, no faith, I was but durty a little, but heeres one or two askt for yee. Who be they man? Philip, tis I and maister Goursey. Father, O father I haue heard them say. The dayes of ignorance are past and done, But I am sure the nights of ignorance Are not yet past, for this is one of them, But wheres my sister? Why we cannot tell. VVheres Francis? Neither saw we him. VVhy this is fine. VVhat neither he, nor I, nor she nor you, Nor I, nor she, nor you, and I ill now, Can meet, could meet, or nere I thinke shall meete, Cal ye this oing, no tis Christmas sport of Hob mā blind All blind, all seek to catch, all misse: but who comes heere? O haue I catcht yee sir, it was your dooing, That mde me haue this pritty daunce to night, Had not you spoke, my mother had not scard me, But I will swinge ye for it. Keepe the Kings peace, How? art thou become a Constable? VVhy Phillip where hast thou bin all this while? Why where you were not, but I pray whers my sister? Why man I saw her not, but I haue sought her as I should seeke. A needle haue yee not? Why you man are the needle that she seekes To worke withall, well Francis do you heere, You must not answere so, that you haue sought her, But haue yee found her, faith and if you haue, God giue yee ioy of that ye found with her, Fra I saw her not, how could I finde her. Why, could yee misse form Maister Barnses house vnto his Cunnyberry? Whether I could or no, father I did. Father I did, well Frnke wilt thou beleeue me, Thou dost not know how much this same doth greeue me Shall it be said thou mist so plaine away, When as so faire a wenche did for thee stay. Sownes man.