A pleasant Comedie of the two
Mis. Bar. Right by the Lord, a plague vpon the bones.
Mi. Gou. And a hot mischiefe on the curser too.
M. Bar. How now wife?
M. Gour. Why whats the matter woman?
Mi. Gou. It is no matter. I am.
Mis. Bar. I you are.
Mis. Gou. What am I?
Mis Bar. Why thats as you will be euer.
Mis. Gou. Thats euery day as good as Barneses wife.
Mi. Bar. And better too, then what needs all this trouble?
A single horse is worse then that beares double.
A single horse is worse then that beares double.
M. Bar. Wife go to, haue regard to that you say,
Let not your words passe foorth the vierge of reason:
But keep within the bounds of modesty,
For ill report doth like a Bayliffe stand,
To pound the straying, and the wit-lost tongue,
And makes it forfeit into follies hands,
Well wife, you know tis no honest part,
To entertaine such guests with iests and wronges,
What will the neighbring country vulgar say,
When as they heare that you fell out at dinner?
Forsooth they'l call it a pot quarrell straight,
The best they'l name it, is a womans iangling,
Go too, be rulde, be rulde.
Let not your words passe foorth the vierge of reason:
But keep within the bounds of modesty,
For ill report doth like a Bayliffe stand,
To pound the straying, and the wit-lost tongue,
And makes it forfeit into follies hands,
Well wife, you know tis no honest part,
To entertaine such guests with iests and wronges,
What will the neighbring country vulgar say,
When as they heare that you fell out at dinner?
Forsooth they'l call it a pot quarrell straight,
The best they'l name it, is a womans iangling,
Go too, be rulde, be rulde.
Mi Bar Gods Lord, be rulde, be rulde
What, thinke ye I haue such a babies wit,
To hane a rods correction for my tongue?
Schoole infancie, I am of age to speake,
And I know when to speake, shall I be child for such a?
What, thinke ye I haue such a babies wit,
To hane a rods correction for my tongue?
Schoole infancie, I am of age to speake,
And I know when to speake, shall I be child for such a?
Mi. Gou. What a? nay mistresse speake it out,
I scorne your stopt compares, compare not me
To any but your equals, mistresse Barnes,
I scorne your stopt compares, compare not me
To any but your equals, mistresse Barnes,
M. Gou. Peace wife be quiet.
M. Bar. O perswade, perswade.
Wife, mistresse Goursey, shall I winne your thoughts,
To composition of some kinde effects?
Wife, if you loue your credit leaue this strife,
And come shake hands, with mistresse Goursey heere,
Wife, mistresse Goursey, shall I winne your thoughts,
To composition of some kinde effects?
Wife, if you loue your credit leaue this strife,
And come shake hands, with mistresse Goursey heere,
M. Bar
