angry women of Abington.
Mi. Bar. Will ye not stand still?
Mal. No by Ladie no.
Mis. Bar. But I will make ye.
Mal. Nay then trip and goe.
Mi. Bar. Mistresse, Ile make ye wearie ere I haue done.
Mal. Faith mother then Ile trie how you can runne,
Mis. Bar. Will ye?
Exunt.Mal. Yes faith.
EnterFran. Mal. sweet heart, Mall? what not a word?
Boy. A little further, call againe.
Fran. Why Mal. I prethie speake, why Mal I say?
I know thou art not farre, if thou wilt not speake, why mal,
But now I see shees in her mery vaine,
To make me call and put me to more paine,
Well, I must beare with her, sheel beare with me,
But I will call, least that it be not so,
What Mall? what Mall I say, boy are we right?
Haue we not mist the way this same darke night?
I know thou art not farre, if thou wilt not speake, why mal,
But now I see shees in her mery vaine,
To make me call and put me to more paine,
Well, I must beare with her, sheel beare with me,
But I will call, least that it be not so,
What Mall? what Mall I say, boy are we right?
Haue we not mist the way this same darke night?
Boy. Masse it may be so as I am true man,
I haue not seene a cunny since I came,
Yet at the Cunny-borow we should meete,
But harke, I heare the trampling of some feete.
I haue not seene a cunny since I came,
Yet at the Cunny-borow we should meete,
But harke, I heare the trampling of some feete.
Fran. It may be so, then therefore lets lye close.
Mis. Gou. Where art thou Dicke?
Coo. Where am I quoth a, mary I may be where any body
will say I am, eyther in France or at Rome, or at Ierusalem
they may say I am, for I am not able to disproue them, because
I cannot tell where I am.
will say I am, eyther in France or at Rome, or at Ierusalem
they may say I am, for I am not able to disproue them, because
I cannot tell where I am.
Mi. Gou. O what a blindfold walke haue we had Dicke,
To seeke my sonne and yet I cannot finde him?
To seeke my sonne and yet I cannot finde him?
Coo. Why then Mistresse lets goe home.
Mi. Gou. Why tis so darke we shall not finde the way.
Fran. I pray God ye may not mother till it be day.
Coo. Sbloud take heed mistris heres a tree.
Mis. Go. Lead thou the way, and let me hold by thee,
Bo. Dick Coome, what difference is there between a blind
man, and he that cannot see?
man, and he that cannot see?
Fra. Peace, a poxe on thee.
Coo. Swounds some body spake.
Mi. Gou. Dicke looke about,
It may be here we may finde them out.
It may be here we may finde them out.
Coom.
