1 The Two Angry Women of Abingdon · chunk 51 of 51
Porter, Henry · published 1599 · first performed or written 1598(?) (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns typicality 0.76 · 536 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
Frank, hark ye? brother, now your wooings done, The next thing now you do, is for a son: I prithee, for i'faith I should be glad, To have myself called Nuncle and thou Dad, Well sister, if that Francis play the man, My mother must be Grandam and you Mam, To if Francis, to it sister, God send ye joy, 'tis fine to sing dansey my own sweet boy. Well sir jest on Nay fie, de you jest on. Well may she prove a happy wife to him. And may he prove as happy unto her. Well Gentlemen, good hap betide them both, Since 'twas my hap thus hap thus happily to meet, To be a witness of this sweet contract, I do rejoice, wherefore to have this joy Longer present with me, I do request That all of you will be my promised guests, This long night's labour doth desire some rest, Besides this wished end, therefore I pray, Let me detain ye but a dinner time, Tell me I pray, shall I obtain so much. Gentle sir Raphe, your courtesy is such, As may impose command unto us all, We will be thankful bold at your request, I pray sir Raph, what cheer shall we have? i'faith country fare, mutton and veal, Perchance a Duck or Goose. Oh I am sick. How now Mall, what's the matter? Father and mother if you needs would know, He named a Goose, which is my stomachs foe. Come, come, she is with child of some odiest, And now she's sick till that she bring it forth, A jest quoth you? well brother if it be, I fear 'twill prove an earnest unto me, Goose said ye sir? oh that same very name, Hath in it much variety of shame, Of all the birds that ever yet was seen, I would not have them graze upon this green, I hope they will not, for this, crop is poor, And they may pasture upon greater store. But yet 'tis pity that they let them pass, And like a Common bite the muse's grass, Yet this I fear if Frank and I should kiss, Some creeking goose would chide us with a hiss, I mean not that goose sings it knows not what. 'tis not that hiss when one says hist come hither, Nor that same hiss that setteth dogs together, Nor that same hiss that by a fire doth stand, And hisseth T. or F. upon the hand, But 'tis a hiss, and I'll unlace my coat, For I should sound sure if I heard that note, And then green Ginger for the green goose cries, Serves not the turn, I turned the white of eyes, The Rosa-solis yet that makes me live, Is favours that these Gentlemen may give, But if they be displeased, then pleased am I, To yield myself a hissing death to die, Yet I hope here's none consents to kill, But kindly take the favour of good will. If any thing be in the pen to blame, Then here stand I to blush the writer's shame. If this be bad, he promises a better. Trust him, and he will prove a right true debtor.
seed 43: T27 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Franke, harke ye? brother, now your woings done, The next thing now you do, is for a sonne: I prithe, for I faith I should be glad, To haue my selfe cald Nunckle and thou Dad, Wel ister, if that Francis play the man, My moher must be Grandam and you Mam, To if Francis, to it sister, God send yee ioy, Tis fine to sing dansey my owne sweet boye. Well siniston Nay fie, de you iest on. Well may she prooue a happy wife to him. And may he prooue as happy vnto her. Well Gentlemen, good hap betide them both, Since twas my hap thus hap thus happily to meete, To be a witnesse of this sweete contract, I doe reioyce, wherefore to haue this ioye Longer present with me, I do request That all of you will be my promist guests, This long nights labour dooth desire some rest, Besides this wished end, therefore I pray, Let me deteine yee but a dinner time, Tell me I pray, shall I obtaine so much. Gentle sir Raphe, your courtesie is such, As may impose commaund vnto vs all, We will be thankfull bolde at your request, I pray sir Raph, what cheere shall we haue? I faith countrie fare, mutton and Veale, Perchance a Ducke or Goose. Oh I am sick. How now Mall, whats the matter? Father and mother if you needs would know, He namde a Goose, which is my stomacks foe. Come, come, she is with childe of some odiest, And now shees sicke till that she bring it foorth, Aiest quoth you? well brother if it be, I feare twill prooue an earnest vnto me, Goose said ye sir? oh that same very name, Hath in it much variety of shame, Of all the birds that euer yet was seene, I would not haue them graze vpon this greene, I hope they will not, for this, crop is poore, And they may pasture vpon greater store. But yet tis pittie that they let them passe, And like a Common bite the Muses grasse, Yet this I feare if Franke and I should kisse, Some creeking goose would chide vs with a hisse, I meane not that goose sings it knowes not what. Tis not that hisse when one saies hist come hither, Nor that same hisse that setteth dogges together, Nor that same hisse that by a fire doth stand, And hisseth T. or F. vpon the hand, But tis a hisse, and Ile vnlace my cote, For I should sound sure if I heard that note, And then greene Ginger for the greene goose cries, Serues not the turne, I turn'd the white of eyes, The Rosasolis yet that makes me liue, Is fauours that these Gentlemen may giue, But if they be displeased, then pleasde am I, To yeeld my selfe a hissing death to dye, Yet I hope heeres none consents to kill, But kindly take the fauour of good will. If any thing be in the pen to blame, Then here stand I to blush the writers shame. If this be bad, he promises a better. Trust him, and he will prooue a right true debter.