angry vvomen of Abington.
Mi. Ba. Shall I shake hands? let her go shake her heeles,
She gets nor hands, nor friendship at my hands,
And so sir while I liue I will take heed,
What guests I bid againe vnto my house.
She gets nor hands, nor friendship at my hands,
And so sir while I liue I will take heed,
What guests I bid againe vnto my house.
M. Bar. Impatient woman, will you be so stiffe in this absurdnes?
Mi. Ba. I am impatient now I speake,
But sir Ile tell you more an other time,
Exit.Go too, I will not take it as I haue done.
But sir Ile tell you more an other time,
Exit.Go too, I will not take it as I haue done.
Mis. Gou. Nay, she might stay, I will not long be heere
To trouble her: well maister Barnes,
I am sorry that it was our happes to day,
To haue our pleasures parted with this fray,
I am sorrie too for all that is amisse,
Especially that you are moou'de in this,
But be not so, t's but a womans iarre,
Their tongues are weapons, words their blowes of warre,
T'was but a while we buffeted you saw,
And each of vs was willing to withdraw,
There was no harme nor bloudshed you did see:
Tush, feare vs not, for we shall well agree:
I take my leaue sir, come kinde harted man,
That speakes his wife so faire, I now and than,
I know you would not for an hundreth pound,
That I should heare your voyces churlish sound,
I know you haue a farre more milder tune
Then peace, be quiet wife, but I haue done:
Will ye go home? the doore directs the way,
But if you will not, my dutie is to stay.
To trouble her: well maister Barnes,
I am sorry that it was our happes to day,
To haue our pleasures parted with this fray,
I am sorrie too for all that is amisse,
Especially that you are moou'de in this,
But be not so, t's but a womans iarre,
Their tongues are weapons, words their blowes of warre,
T'was but a while we buffeted you saw,
And each of vs was willing to withdraw,
There was no harme nor bloudshed you did see:
Tush, feare vs not, for we shall well agree:
I take my leaue sir, come kinde harted man,
That speakes his wife so faire, I now and than,
I know you would not for an hundreth pound,
That I should heare your voyces churlish sound,
I know you haue a farre more milder tune
Then peace, be quiet wife, but I haue done:
Will ye go home? the doore directs the way,
But if you will not, my dutie is to stay.
M. Bar. Ha, ha, why heres a right woman, is there not?
They both haue din'de, yet see what stomacks they haue.
They both haue din'de, yet see what stomacks they haue.
M. Gou. Well maister Barnes, we cannot do with all,
Let vs be friends still.
Let vs be friends still.
M. Bar. O maister Goursey, the mettell of our minds,
Hauing the temper of true reason in them,
Affoordes a better edge of argument,
For the maintaine of our familiar loues,
Then the soft leaden wit of women can,
Wherefore with all the parts of neighbour loue,
Hauing the temper of true reason in them,
Affoordes a better edge of argument,
For the maintaine of our familiar loues,
Then the soft leaden wit of women can,
Wherefore with all the parts of neighbour loue,
I impart
