1 The Two Angry Women of Abingdon · chunk 49 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 · 514 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Why? doubt it not, her spirit may he such, why will it be? Yet stay, I have some hope. Mother, why mother, why hear ye, Give me your hand, it is no more but thus, 'tis easy labour to shake hands with her. A little breath is spent in speaking of fair words, When wrath hath violent delivered, What shall we be resolved? O husband stay, Stay Master Goursey, though your wife doth hate me, And bears unto me malice infinite. And endless, yet I will respect your safeties, I would not have you perish by our means, I must confess, that only suspect, And no proof else, hath fed my hate to her. And husband I protest by heaven and earth, That her suspect is causeless and unjust, And that I near had such a wild intent, Harm she imagined, where as none was meant. Lo sir, what would ye more? Yes Philip this: That I confirm him in my Innocence, By this large universe. By that I swear, i'll credit none of you, until I here Friendship concluded straight between them two, If I see that they willingly will do, Then i'll imagine all suspicion ends, I may be then assured they being friends. Mother, make full my wish, and be it so. What shall I sue for friendship to my foe? No, if she yield will you? It may be I. Why this is well, the other I will try, Come Mistress Goursey, do you first agree? What shall I yield unto mine enemy? Why if she will, will you? Perhaps I will. Nay then I find this goes forward still: Mother give me your hand, give me yours to, Be not so loath, some good thing I must do, But lay your Torches by, I like not them, Come, come, deliver them unto your men, Give me your hands, so now sir here I stand, Holding two angry women in my hand, And I must please them both, I could please tone, But it is hard when there is two to one, Especially of women, but 'tis so, They shall be pleased whether they will or no, Which will come first? what both give back, ha, neither? Why then yond may help that come both together, So stand still, stand but a little while, And see how I your angers will beguile, Well yet there is no hurt, why then let me, join these two hands, and see how they'll agree, Peace, peace, they cry, look how they friendly kiss, Well all this while there is no harm in this, Are not these two twins? twins should be both alike, If tone speaks fair, the tother should not strike, Iesus these warriors will not offer blows, Why then 'tis strange that you two should be foes, O yes, you'll say your weapons are your tongues, Touch lip with lip and they are bound from wrongs, Go to, embrace, and say if you be friends, That here the angry women's quarrels ends, Then here it ends, if mistress Barns say so.
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Why? it not, her spirit may he such, why will it be? Yet stay, I haue some hope. Mother, why mother, why heare ye, Giue me your hand, it is no more but thus, Tis easie labour to shake hands with her. A little breath is spent in speaking of faire words, When wrath hath violent deliuered, What shall we be resolued? O husband stay, Stay Maister Goursey, though your wife doth hate me, And beares vnto me mallice infinite. And endlesse, yet I will respect your safeties, I would not haue you perish by our meanes, I must confesse, that onely suspect, And no proofe els, hath fed my hate to her. And husband I protest by heauen and earth, That her suspect is causles and vniust, And that I nere had such a vilde intent, Harme she imaginde, where as none was ment. Loe sir, what would yee more? Yes Phillip this: That I confirme him in my Innocence, By this large vniuerse. By that I sweare, ile credit none of you, vntill I heere Friendship concluded straight betweene them two, If I see that they willingly will doe, Then ile imagine all suspition ends, I may be then assured they being friends. Mother, make full my wish, and be it so. VVhat shall I sue for friendship to my foe? No, if she yeeld will you? It may be I. VVhy this is well, the other I will trie, Come Mistresse Goursey, do you first agree? VVhat shall I yeeld vnto mine enemie? VVhy if she wil, will you? Perhaps I wil. Nay then I finde this goes forward still: Mother giue me your hand, giue me yours to, Be not so loath, some good thing I must doe, But lay your Torches by, I like not them, Come, come, deliuer them vnto your men, Giue me your hands, so now sir heere I stand, Holding two angrie women in my hand, And I must please them both, I could please tone, But it is hard when there is two to one, Especially of women, but tis so, They shall be pleasd whether they will or no, Which will come first? what both giue back, ha, neither? Why then yond may helpe that come both together, So stand still, stand but a little while, And see how I your angers will beguile, Well yet there is no hurt, why then let me, Ioyne these two hands, and see how theil agree, Peace, peace, they crie, looke how they friendly kisse, VVell all this while there is no harme in this, Are not these two twins? twins should be both alike, If tone speakes faire, the tother should not strike, Iesus these warriours will not offer blowes, VVhy then tis strange that you two should be foes, O yes, youle say your weapons are your tongnes, Touch lip with lip and they are bound from wrongs, Go to, imbrace, and say if you be friends, That heere the angrie womens quarrels ends, Then heere it ends, if mistres Barnes say so.