angry women of Abington.
Coom. Rascall, take that and take all, do ye heare sir, I doe
not meane to pocket vp this wrong.
not meane to pocket vp this wrong.
Bo. I know why that is.
Coo. Why?
Bo. Because you haue nere a pocket,
Co. A whip sira, a whip: but sir prouide your tooles against
to morrow morning, tis somewhat darke now indeed, you
know Dawsons close, betweene the hedge & the pond, tis
good euen ground, Ile meete you there, & I do not, call me
cut, and you be a man shew your selfe a man, weele haue a
bout or two, and so weele part for that present.
to morrow morning, tis somewhat darke now indeed, you
know Dawsons close, betweene the hedge & the pond, tis
good euen ground, Ile meete you there, & I do not, call me
cut, and you be a man shew your selfe a man, weele haue a
bout or two, and so weele part for that present.
Fran. Well sir, well.
Nic. Boy, haue they appointed to fight?
Boy. I Nicholas, wilt not thou go see the fray?
Nich. No indeed, euen as they brewe so let them bake. I
wil not thrust my hand into the flame and need not, tis not
good to haue an oare in another mans boate, little said is
soone amended, & in litle medling commeth great rest, tis
good sleeping in a whole skin, so a man might come home
by weeping crosse: no by lady, a friend is not so soone gotten
as lost, blessed are the peace-makers, they that strike
with the sword, shall be beaten with the scabberd.
wil not thrust my hand into the flame and need not, tis not
good to haue an oare in another mans boate, little said is
soone amended, & in litle medling commeth great rest, tis
good sleeping in a whole skin, so a man might come home
by weeping crosse: no by lady, a friend is not so soone gotten
as lost, blessed are the peace-makers, they that strike
with the sword, shall be beaten with the scabberd.
Phil. Well said prouerbs, nere another to that purpose?
Nic. Yes I could haue said to you sir, take heed is a good reed.
Phil. Why to me take heede?
Ni, For happy is he whom other mens harms do make to beware.
Phi. O beware Franke, slip away Mall,
You know what I told ye, ile hold our mothers both in talk
meane while: Mother and Mistris Barnes, me thinkes you
should not stand in hatred so hard one with the other.
You know what I told ye, ile hold our mothers both in talk
meane while: Mother and Mistris Barnes, me thinkes you
should not stand in hatred so hard one with the other.
Mi. Bar. Should I not sir? should I not hate a harlot,
That robs me of my right, vilde boy?
That robs me of my right, vilde boy?
Mi. Gou. That tytle I returne vnto thy teeth,
And spit the name of harlot in thy face.
And spit the name of harlot in thy face.
Mi. Bar. Well, tis not time of night to hold out chat,
With such a scold as thou art, therefore now,
Thinke that I hate thee as I doe the deuill.
With such a scold as thou art, therefore now,
Thinke that I hate thee as I doe the deuill.
Mi. Gou. The deuill take thee if thou dost not wretch.
Mi. Bar. Out vpon thee strumpet.
Mi. Gou. Out vpon thee harlot.
Mis. Bar. Well, I will finde a time to be reueng'd:
Meane
