angry women of Abington.
S. Rap. O when will this same yeare of night haue end?
Long lookt for daies sunne, when wilt thou ascend?
Let not this theese friend misty vale of night,
Incroach on day, and shadow thy faire light,
Whilst thou com'st tardy from my Thetes bed,
Blushing foorth golden haire and glorious red,
O stay not long bright lanthorne of the day,
To light my mist way feete to my right way?
Long lookt for daies sunne, when wilt thou ascend?
Let not this theese friend misty vale of night,
Incroach on day, and shadow thy faire light,
Whilst thou com'st tardy from my Thetes bed,
Blushing foorth golden haire and glorious red,
O stay not long bright lanthorne of the day,
To light my mist way feete to my right way?
Mall. It is a man, his big voice tels me so,
Much am I not acquainted with it tho,
And yet mine eare sounds true distinguisher,
Boyes that I haue been more familiar,
With it then now I am, well, I doe iudge,
It is not enuies fellon not of grudge,
Therefore Ile plead acquaintance, hyer his guiding,
And buy of him some place of close abiding,
Till that my mothers mallice be expired,
And we may ioy in that is long desired, whoses there?
Much am I not acquainted with it tho,
And yet mine eare sounds true distinguisher,
Boyes that I haue been more familiar,
With it then now I am, well, I doe iudge,
It is not enuies fellon not of grudge,
Therefore Ile plead acquaintance, hyer his guiding,
And buy of him some place of close abiding,
Till that my mothers mallice be expired,
And we may ioy in that is long desired, whoses there?
Ra. Are ye a maide? no question this is she,
My man doth misse, faith since she lights on me,
I doe not meane till day to let her goe,
For what she is my mans loue I will know,
Harke ye mayde, if mayde, are ye so light,
That you can see to wander in the night.
My man doth misse, faith since she lights on me,
I doe not meane till day to let her goe,
For what she is my mans loue I will know,
Harke ye mayde, if mayde, are ye so light,
That you can see to wander in the night.
Mal. Harke ye true man, if true, I tell you no,
I cannot see at all which way I goe.
I cannot see at all which way I goe.
Ra. Fayre mayde ist so, say had ye nere a fall,
Mal Fayre man not so, no I had none at all.
Ra. Could you not stumble on one man I pray?
Mal. No, no, such blocke till now came in my way.
Ra. Am I that blocke sweet tripe, then fall and try.
Ma. The grounds too hard, a feather-bed, not I.
Ra. Why how and you had met with such a stumpe?
Mal. Why if he had been your height I meant to iumpe?
Ra. Are ye so nimble?
Mal. Nimble as a Doe.
Ra. Backt in a pye.
Mal. Of ye.
Ra. Good meate ye know.
Mall Ye hunt sometimes.
Ra. I do.
Mal. What take ye?
Ra. Deare.
Mall. You'l nere strike rascall?
Ra. Yes when ye art there.
Mall.
