angry women of Abington.
Fran. One of your colour, I nere remember him, one of that colour.
Boy. Or of that complexion.
Fran. Whats that ye call complexion in a horse.
Boy. The colour sir.
Fran. Set me a colour on your iest, or I will:
Boy. Nay good sir hold your hands.
Fran. What, shal we haue it?
Boy. Why sir, I cannot paint.
Fran. Well then, I can.
and I shall find a pensill for ye sir.
and I shall find a pensill for ye sir.
Boy. Then I must finde the table if you do.
Fran. A whoreson barren wicked vrchen.
Boy. Looke how you chafe, you would be angry more,
if I should tell it you.
if I should tell it you.
Fran. Go to, Ile anger ye and if you do not.
Boy. Why sir, the horse that I do meane,
Hath a leg both straight and cleane.
That hath nor spauen, splint nor flawe.
But is the best that euer ye saw,
A pretie rising knee, O knee!
It is as round as round may be,
The full flanke makes the buttock round,
This palfray standeth on no ground,
When as my maister's on her backe,
If that he once do say but, ticke,
And if he pricke her, you shall see
Her gallop amaine, she is so free,
And if he giue her but a nod,
She thinkes it is a riding rod:
And if hee'l haue her softly go,
Then she trips it like a Doe,
She comes so easie with the raine,
A twine thred turnes her backe againe,
And truly I did nere see yet;
A horse play proudlier on the bit,
My maister with good managing,
Brought her first vnto the ring,
He likewise taught herto coruet,
To runne and suddainlie to set,
Hath a leg both straight and cleane.
That hath nor spauen, splint nor flawe.
But is the best that euer ye saw,
A pretie rising knee, O knee!
It is as round as round may be,
The full flanke makes the buttock round,
This palfray standeth on no ground,
When as my maister's on her backe,
If that he once do say but, ticke,
And if he pricke her, you shall see
Her gallop amaine, she is so free,
And if he giue her but a nod,
She thinkes it is a riding rod:
And if hee'l haue her softly go,
Then she trips it like a Doe,
She comes so easie with the raine,
A twine thred turnes her backe againe,
And truly I did nere see yet;
A horse play proudlier on the bit,
My maister with good managing,
Brought her first vnto the ring,
He likewise taught herto coruet,
To runne and suddainlie to set,
Shee's
