angry women of Abington.
you good rest, and a peck of Fleas in your nest, euery one as
big as Francis.
big as Francis.
Phil. Well said wisdome, God send thee wise children,
Nich And you more money.
Phil. I, so wish I,
Nich. Twill be a good while, ere you wish your skin full of Ilet holes.
Phil. 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,
Well sister, if that Francis play the man,
My mother must be Grandam and you Mam,
To it Francis, to it sister, God send yee ioy,
Tis fine to sing dansey my owne sweet boye.
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,
Well sister, if that Francis play the man,
My mother must be Grandam and you Mam,
To it Francis, to it sister, God send yee ioy,
Tis fine to sing dansey my owne sweet boye.
Fra. Well sir iest on
Phil. Nay fie, do you iest on.
M. Ba. Well may she prooue a happy wife to him.
M. Gou. And may he prooue as happy vnto her.
Raph. 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.
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.
M. Bar. Gentle sir Raphe, your courtesie is such,
As may impose commaund vnto vs all,
We will be thankfull bolde at your request,
As may impose commaund vnto vs all,
We will be thankfull bolde at your request,
Phil. I pray sir Raph, what cheere shall we haue?
S. Raph. I faith countrie fare, mutton and Veale,
Perchance a Ducke or Goose.
Perchance a Ducke or Goose.
Mal. Oh I am sick.
All. How now Mall, whats the matter?
Mal. Father and mother if you needs would know,
He namde a Goose, which is my stomacks foe.
He namde a Goose, which is my stomacks foe.
Phil.
