angry women of Abington.
Thy cheekes not subiect to a childish blush,
Thou hast a better warrant by thy wit,
I know thy oratorie can vnfold,
Quicke inuention, plausible discourse,
And set such painted beautie on thy tongue,
As it shall rauish euery maiden sence,
For Franke, thou art not like the russet youth
I tolde thee of, that went to woe a wench,
And being full stuft vp with fallow wit,
And meddow matter, askt the pretty maide,
How they solde corne last market day with them.
Saying: indeed twas very deare wit them:
And do ye heare, he had not need doe so,
For she will Francis throwly trie your wit,
Sirra sheel bow the mettall of your wits,
And if they cracke she will not hold ye currant,
Nay she will way your wits as men may angels,
And if I lacke a graine, she will not chanke with ye,
I cannot speake it but in passion,
She is a wicked wench to make a iest,
Aye me how full of floutes and mockes she is?
Thou hast a better warrant by thy wit,
I know thy oratorie can vnfold,
Quicke inuention, plausible discourse,
And set such painted beautie on thy tongue,
As it shall rauish euery maiden sence,
For Franke, thou art not like the russet youth
I tolde thee of, that went to woe a wench,
And being full stuft vp with fallow wit,
And meddow matter, askt the pretty maide,
How they solde corne last market day with them.
Saying: indeed twas very deare wit them:
And do ye heare, he had not need doe so,
For she will Francis throwly trie your wit,
Sirra sheel bow the mettall of your wits,
And if they cracke she will not hold ye currant,
Nay she will way your wits as men may angels,
And if I lacke a graine, she will not chanke with ye,
I cannot speake it but in passion,
She is a wicked wench to make a iest,
Aye me how full of floutes and mockes she is?
Fran. Some Aquavitæ reason to recouer,
This sicke discourser, soond not prethy Philip,
Tush, tush, I do not thinke her as thou saiest,
Perhaps shees opinions darling Phillip:
Wise in repute, the crowes bird o my friend,
Some iudgements slaue themselues to small desart,
And wondernize the birth of common wit,
When their wone straungenes do but make that strange,
And their ill errors do but make that good,
And why should men debase to make that good,
Perhaps such admiration winnes her wit.
This sicke discourser, soond not prethy Philip,
Tush, tush, I do not thinke her as thou saiest,
Perhaps shees opinions darling Phillip:
Wise in repute, the crowes bird o my friend,
Some iudgements slaue themselues to small desart,
And wondernize the birth of common wit,
When their wone straungenes do but make that strange,
And their ill errors do but make that good,
And why should men debase to make that good,
Perhaps such admiration winnes her wit.
Phil. Well, I am glad to heare this bold prepare,
For this encounter, forward hardy Franke,
Yonders the window, with the candle int,
Belike shees putting on her night attire,
I told ye Franke twas late, well I will call her,
Mary softly that my mother may not heare:
Mall, sister Mall.
For this encounter, forward hardy Franke,
Yonders the window, with the candle int,
Belike shees putting on her night attire,
I told ye Franke twas late, well I will call her,
Mary softly that my mother may not heare:
Mall, sister Mall.
Enter Mall in the window.
Mall.
