1 The Two Angry Women of Abingdon · chunk 47 of 51
Porter, Henry · published 1599 · first performed or written 1598(?) (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 533 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
O that it were the Basilisk's fell eye, To poison thee. I care not if I take it. Sure none is here to hinder me, And light me home. I had rather she were hanged. Then I should set it there to do her good. i'faith I will. i'faith you shall not mistress. I'll venture a burnt finger but I'll have it. Yet Barnes' wife would chafe if that she knew, That I had this good to get a light. And so she doth, but praise you luck at parting. O that it were her light good faith, that she, Might darkling walk about as well as I. O how this mads me, that she hath her wish, How I would laugh to see her trot about. Oh, I could cry for anger and for rage. But who should set it here I marvel a God's name? One that will have't from you in the devils name lle lay my life that it was Barnses sonne. No forsooth, it was Barnses wife. A plague upon her, how she made me start? Mistress let go the Torch, No but I will not. I'll thrust it in thy face then. But you shall not. Let go I say. Let you go, for 'tis mine. But my possession says it is none of thine. Nay, I have hold too, Well, let go thy hold, or I will spurn thee. Do, I can spurn thee too. Canst thou? I that I can. Why how now woman, how unlike to women, Are ye both now? come part, come part I say. Why what immodesty it this in you? Come part I say, fie, fie. Fie, fie, she shall not have my torch, Give me thy torch boy, I will run a-tilt, And burn out both her eyes in my encounter. Give room and let's have this hat carerie. I say ye shall not, wife go to, tame your thoughts, That are so mad with fury. And sweet wife, Temper you rage with patience, do not be Subject so much to such misgovernment. Shall I not sir, when such a strumpet wrongs me? How, strumpet mistress Barns, nay I pray hark ye, I oft indeed have heard you call her so, And I have thought upon it, why ye should Twither with name of strumpet, Do you know any hurt by her, that you term her so? No on my life, rage only makes her say so, But I would know whence this same rage should come. where's smoke there's fire, and my heart misgives. My wives intemperance hath got that name, And mistress Barns, I doubt and shrewdly doubt, And some great cause begets this doubt in me, Your husband and my wife doth wrong us both. How? think ye so, nay master Goursey then You run indebt to my opinion, Because you pay not such advised wisdom, As I think due unto my good conceit. Then still I fear I shall your debtor prove. Then I arrest you in the name of love, Not bale, but present answer to my plea, And in the Court of reason we will try, If that good thoughts should believe jealousy,
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O that it were the Besselikies fell eye, To poyson thee. I care not if I take it. Sure none is heere to hinder me, And light me home. I had rather she were hangd. Then I should set it there to doe her good. I faith I will. I faith you shall not mistresse. Ile venter a burnt finger but Ile haue it. Yet Barnses wife would chafe if that she knew, That I had this good to get a light. And so she doth, but praise you lucke at parting. O that it were her light good faith, that she, Might darkling walke about as well as I. O how this mads me, that she hath her wish, How I would laugh to see her tro about. Oh, I could cry for anger and for rage. But who should set it here I maruel a Gods name? One that will hau'te from you in the deuils name lle lay my life that it was Barnses sonne. No forsooth, it was Barnses wife. A plague vpon her, how she made me start? Mistresse let goe the orch, No but I will not. Ile thrust it in thy face then. But you shall not. Let go I say. Let you go, for tis mine. But my possession saies it is none of thine. Nay, I haue holde too, Well, let go thy hold, or I will spurne thee. Do, I can spurne thee too. Canst thou? I that I can. Why how now woman, how vnlike to women, Are ye both now? come part, come part I say. Why what immodesty it this in you? Come part I say, fie, fie. Fie, fie, she shall not haue my torch, Giue me thy torch boy, I will run a tilt, And burne out both her eyes in my encounter. Giue roome and lets haue this hat carerie. I say ye shall not, wife go to, tame your thoughts, That are so mad with fury. And sweet wife, Temper you rage with patience, do not be Subiect so much to such misgouernment. Shal I not sir, when such a strumpet wrongs me? How, strumpet mistris Barnes, nay I pray harke ye, I oft indeed haue heard you call her so, And I haue thought vpon it, why ye should Twither with name of strumpet, Do you know any hurt by her, that you terme her so? No on my life, rage onely makes her say so, But I would know whence this same rage should come. Whers smoke theres fire, and my heart misgiues. My wiues intemperance hath got that name, And mistresse Barnes, I doubt and shrewdly doubt, And some great cause begets this doubt in me, Your husband and my wife doth wrong vs both. How? thinke ye so, nay master Goursey then You run indebt to my opinion, Because you pay not such aduised wisedome, As I thinke due vnto my good conciet. Then still I feare I shall your debter prooue. Then I arrest you in the name of loue, Not bale, but present answere to my plea, And in the Court of reason we will trie, If that good thoughts should beleeue ielousie,