1 The Two Angry Women of Abingdon · chunk 50 of 51
Porter, Henry · published 1599 · first performed or written 1598(?) (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 522 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
If you say I, I list not to say no. If they be friends, by promise we agree. And may this league of friendship ever be. What sayst thou Frank, doth not this fall out well? Yes if my Mall were here, than all were well. Yonder they be Mall, stay, stand close and stir not Until I call: God save ye Gentlemen. What sir Raph Smith, you are a welcome man, We wondered when we heard you were abroad. Why sir, how heard ye that I was abroad? By your man. My man, where is he? Here. O ye are a trusty squire. It had been better and he had said, a sure card. Why sir? Nic, Because it is the Proverb. Away ye Ass. An Ass goes a four legs, I go of two christ cross. Hold you tongue. And make no mistake Go to, no more ado, gentle sir Raphe, Your man is not in fault for missing you, For he mistook by us and we by him. And I by you, which now I well perceive, But tell me Gentlemen, what made ye all, Be from your beds this night, and why thus late Are your wives walking here about the fields? 'tis strange to see such women of account, Here, but I guess some great occasion, Faith this occasion sir, women will jar. And jar they did today, and so they parted, We knowing women's malice let alone, Will Canker like eat farther in their hearts, Did seek a sudden cure, and thus it was, A match between his daughter and my son, No sooner motioned but 'twas agreed, And they no sooner saw but wooed and liked, They have it sought to cross, and cross it thus. fie mistress Barns and mistress Goursey both, The greatest sin wherein your souls may sin, I think is this, in crossing of true love, Let me persuade ye. Sir we are persuaded, And I and mistress Goursey are both friends, And if my daughter were but found again, Who now is missing, she had my consent, To be disposed off to her own content. I do rejoice, that what I thought to do, Ere I begin, I find already done, Why this will please your friends at Abington, Frank, if thou seekst that way, there thou shalt find Her, whom I hold the comfort of thy mind. He shall not seek me, I will seek him out, Since of my mother's grant I need not doubt. Thy mother grants my girl, and she doth pray To send unto you both a joyful day. Nay mistress Barnes, I wish her better, that those joyful days may be turned to joyful nights. Faith 'tis a pretty wench, and 'tis pity but she should have him. And mistress Mary, when ye go to bed, God send you good rest, and a peck of Fleas in your nest, every one as big as Francis. Well said wisdom, God send thee wise children, And you more money. ay, so wish I, 'twill be a good while, ere you wish your skinful of Eyelet holes.
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If you say I, I list not to say no. If they be friends, by promise we agree. And may this league of friendship euer be. What saist thou Franke, doth not this fall out well? Yes if my Mall were heere, then all were well. Yonder they be Mall, stay, stand close and stur not Vntil I call: God saue yee Gentlemen. VVhat sir Raph Smith, you are a welcome man, VVe wondred when we heard you were abroad. VVhy sir, how heard yee that I was abroad? By your man. My man, wher is he? Heere. O yee are a trustie squire. It had bin better and he had said, a sure carde. Why sir? Nic, Because it is the Prouerbe. Away yee Asse. An Asse goes a foure legs, I go of two hrist crosse. Hold you tongue. And make no Go to, no more a doe, gentle sir Raphe, Your man is not in fault for missing you, For he mistooke by vs and we by him. And I by you, which now I well perceiue, But tell me Gentlemen, what made yee all, Be from your beds this night, and why thus late Are your wiues walking heere about the fields? Tis strange to see such women of accoumpt, Heere, but I gese some great occasion, Faith this occasion sir, women will iarre. And iarre they did to day, and so they parted, We knowing womens mallice let alone, Will Canker like ate farther in their hearts, Did seeke a sodaine cure, and thus it was, A match betweene his daughter and my sonne, No sooner motioned but twas agreed, And they no sooner saw but wooed and likte, They haue it sought to crose, and crosse it thus. Fe mistresse Barnes and mistresse Goursey both, The greatest sinne wherein your soules may sinne, I thinke is this, in crossing of true loue, Let me perswade yee. Sir we are perswaded, And I and mistresse Goursey are both friends, And if my daughter were but found againe, Who now is missing, she had my consent, To be disposd off to her owne content. I do reioyce, that what I thought to doe, Ere I begin, I finde already done, Why this will please your friends at Abington, Franke, if thou seekst that way, there thou shalt finde Her, whom I holde the comfort of thy minde. He shall not seeke me, I will seeke him out, Since of my mothers graunt I need not doubt. Thy mother graunts my girle, and she doth pray To send vnto you both a oyfull day. Nay mistresse Barnes, I wish her better, that those ioyfull dayes may be turnd to ioyfull nights. Faith tis a pretty wench, and tis pitty but she should haue him. And mistresse Mary, when yee go to bed, God send you good rest, and a peck of Fleas in your nest, euery one as big as Francis. Well said wisdome, God send thee wise children, And you more money. I, so wish I, Twill be a good while, ere you wish your skinfull of let holes.