angry women of Abington.
Phi. Well, you will still be crosse, I tell yee sister,
This Gentleman by all your friends consent,
Must be your husband.
This Gentleman by all your friends consent,
Must be your husband.
Mal. Nay not all, some sing another note,
My mother will say no, I holde a groate.
But I thought twas somewhat, he would be a carter,
He hath beene whipping lately some blinde beare,
And now he would ferke the blinde boy heere with vs.
My mother will say no, I holde a groate.
But I thought twas somewhat, he would be a carter,
He hath beene whipping lately some blinde beare,
And now he would ferke the blinde boy heere with vs.
Phil. Well, do you heare, you sister, mistresse would haue
You that do long for somwhat, I know what.
My father tolde me, go too Ile tell all,
If ye be crosse, do ye heare me? I haue labourd
A yeares worke in this afternoone for ye,
Come from your cloyster, votarie, chase Nun,
Come downe and kisse Franke Gourseys mothers sonne.
You that do long for somwhat, I know what.
My father tolde me, go too Ile tell all,
If ye be crosse, do ye heare me? I haue labourd
A yeares worke in this afternoone for ye,
Come from your cloyster, votarie, chase Nun,
Come downe and kisse Franke Gourseys mothers sonne.
Mal. Kisse him I pray?
Phi. Go to, stale maidenhead, come downe I say,
You seuenteene and vpward, come come downe,
You'l stay till twentie else for your wedding gowne,
You seuenteene and vpward, come come downe,
You'l stay till twentie else for your wedding gowne,
Mal. Nun, votarie, stale maidenhead, seuenteene and vpward,
Here be names, what nothing else?
Here be names, what nothing else?
Fran. Yes, or a faire built steeple without bels,
Mal. Steeple good people, nay another cast.
Fran. I, or a well made ship without a mast.
Mal. Fie not so big sir, by one part of foure.
Fran. Why then ye are a boate without an oare,
Mal. O well rode wit, but whats your fare I pray?
Fran. Your faire selfe must be my fairest pay.
Mal. Nay, and you be so deare, Ile chuse another.
Fran. Why take your first man wench, and go no further.
Phi. Peace Francis, harke ye sister, this I say, you know my
mind, or answer I or nay, Wit & iudgement hath resolude
his mind, And he foresees what after he shall finde,
If such discretion then shall gouerne you,
Vow loue to him, heele do the like to you.
mind, or answer I or nay, Wit & iudgement hath resolude
his mind, And he foresees what after he shall finde,
If such discretion then shall gouerne you,
Vow loue to him, heele do the like to you.
Mal. Vow loue? who would not loue such a comely feature?
Nor high nor lowe, but of the middle stature,
A middle man thats the best syze indeed,
I like him well, Loue graunt vs well to speed.
Nor high nor lowe, but of the middle stature,
A middle man thats the best syze indeed,
I like him well, Loue graunt vs well to speed.
Fran. And let me see a woman of that talnesse,
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