angry vvomen of Abington.
Which I doe see in others, seeme so seuere,
I dare not put my youngling liberty,
Vnder the awe of that instruction,
And yet I graunt the limmits of free youth
Going astray, are often restrainde by that:
But mistresse wedlocke, to my scholler thoughts,
Will be too curst I feare, O should she snip,
My pleasure ayming minde, I shall be sad,
And sweare, when I did marry I was mad.
I dare not put my youngling liberty,
Vnder the awe of that instruction,
And yet I graunt the limmits of free youth
Going astray, are often restrainde by that:
But mistresse wedlocke, to my scholler thoughts,
Will be too curst I feare, O should she snip,
My pleasure ayming minde, I shall be sad,
And sweare, when I did marry I was mad.
M, Gour. But boy, let my experience teach thee this,
Yet in good faith, thou speakst not much amisse,
When first thy mothers same to me did come,
Thy grandsire thus, then came to me his sonne,
And euen my words to thee, to me he said,
And as to me thou saist, to him I said,
But in a greater huffe, and hotter bloud,
I tell ye, on youthes tip-toes then I stood,
Saies he (good faith this was his very say)
When I was yong, I was but reasons foole,
And went to wedding, as to wisdomes schoole:
It taught me much, and much I did forget,
But beaten much by it, I got some wit,
Though I was shackled from an often scoute,
Yet I would wanton it when I was out,
Twas comfort, old acquaintance then to meete,
Restrained liberty, at•ainde is sweet,
Thus said my Father to thy Father, sonne
And thou maist doe this to, as I haue done.
Yet in good faith, thou speakst not much amisse,
When first thy mothers same to me did come,
Thy grandsire thus, then came to me his sonne,
And euen my words to thee, to me he said,
And as to me thou saist, to him I said,
But in a greater huffe, and hotter bloud,
I tell ye, on youthes tip-toes then I stood,
Saies he (good faith this was his very say)
When I was yong, I was but reasons foole,
And went to wedding, as to wisdomes schoole:
It taught me much, and much I did forget,
But beaten much by it, I got some wit,
Though I was shackled from an often scoute,
Yet I would wanton it when I was out,
Twas comfort, old acquaintance then to meete,
Restrained liberty, at•ainde is sweet,
Thus said my Father to thy Father, sonne
And thou maist doe this to, as I haue done.
Phi. In faith good counsell Franke, what saist thou to it?
Fra. Phillip, what should I say?
Phil. Why, eyther I or no.
Fra. O but which rather?
Phil. Why that which was perswaded by thy father.
Fra. Thats I, then I, O should it fall out ill.
Then I, for I am guilty of that ill.
Ile not be guilty, no.
Then I, for I am guilty of that ill.
Ile not be guilty, no.
Phi. What backeward gone?
Fra. Phillip, no whit back-ward, that is on.
Phi. On then.
Fra. O stay.
Phil. Tush, there is no good lucke in this delay,
Come, come, late commers man are shent.
Come, come, late commers man are shent.
Fra. Heigh ho, I feare I shall repent,
Well
