angry women of Abington.
Nor shall he faile his expectation,
First I doe meane to make him priuy to it,
Phillip this letter is to that effect.
First I doe meane to make him priuy to it,
Phillip this letter is to that effect.
Phil. Father, for Gods sake send it quickly then,
Ile call your man, what Hugh, wheres Hugh, there ho.
Ile call your man, what Hugh, wheres Hugh, there ho.
M. Bar. Phillip if this would prooue a match, it were the
only meanes that could be found, to make thy mother frends
with Mist. Gou.
only meanes that could be found, to make thy mother frends
with Mist. Gou.
Phil How a match? Ile warrant ye a match.
My sister's faire, Franke Goursie he is rich,
His dowry too, will be sufficient,
Franke's yong, and youth is apt to loue,
And by my troth my sisters maiden head
Standes like a game at tennis, if the ball
Hit into the hole or hazard, farewell all.
My sister's faire, Franke Goursie he is rich,
His dowry too, will be sufficient,
Franke's yong, and youth is apt to loue,
And by my troth my sisters maiden head
Standes like a game at tennis, if the ball
Hit into the hole or hazard, farewell all.
Ma. Bar. How now, where's Hugh?
Phil. Why what doth this prouerbial with vs, why where's Hugh?
M. Bar. Peace, peace.
Phil. Where's Hugh I say?
M Bar. Be not so hasty Phillip.
Phil. Father let me alone,
I doe it but to make my selfe some sport,
This formall foole your man speakes naught but prouerbes,
And speake men what they can to him, hee'l answere
With some time, rotten sentence, or olde saying,
Such spokes as the ancient of the parish vse,
With neighbour tis an olde prouerbe and a true,
Goose giblets are good meate, old sacke better then new,
Then saies another, neighbour that is true,
And when each man hath drunke his gallon round,
A penny pot, for thats the olde mans gallon,
Then doth he licke his lips and stroke his beard,
Thats glewed together with his slauering droppes,
Of yesty ale, and when he scarce can trim,
His gouty fingers, thus hee'l phillip it,
And with a rotten hem say hey my hearts,
Merry go forty cocke and pye my heartes,
But then their lauing penny prouerbe comes,
And that is this: they that will to the wine,
Berlady mistresse shall lay theyr penny to mine,
This was one of this penny-fathers bastards,
I doe it but to make my selfe some sport,
This formall foole your man speakes naught but prouerbes,
And speake men what they can to him, hee'l answere
With some time, rotten sentence, or olde saying,
Such spokes as the ancient of the parish vse,
With neighbour tis an olde prouerbe and a true,
Goose giblets are good meate, old sacke better then new,
Then saies another, neighbour that is true,
And when each man hath drunke his gallon round,
A penny pot, for thats the olde mans gallon,
Then doth he licke his lips and stroke his beard,
Thats glewed together with his slauering droppes,
Of yesty ale, and when he scarce can trim,
His gouty fingers, thus hee'l phillip it,
And with a rotten hem say hey my hearts,
Merry go forty cocke and pye my heartes,
But then their lauing penny prouerbe comes,
And that is this: they that will to the wine,
Berlady mistresse shall lay theyr penny to mine,
This was one of this penny-fathers bastards,
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