angry women of Abington.
For harmfull men many a haye do set
And laugh to see them tumble in the net,
And they put ferrets in the holes, fie, fie,
And they go vp and downe where connies lye,
And they lye still, they haue so little wit,
I maruell the Warriner will suffer it,
Nay, nay, they are so bad, that they themselues,
Do giue consent to catch these prettie elfes,
How if the Warriner should spie me heere?
He would take me for a conny I dare sweare,
But when that Francis comes, what will he say?
Looke boy there lyes a conney in my way:
But soft, a light, whose that? sould my mother,
Nay then all hid, I faith she shall not see me,
Ile play bo peepe with her behinde this tree.
And laugh to see them tumble in the net,
And they put ferrets in the holes, fie, fie,
And they go vp and downe where connies lye,
And they lye still, they haue so little wit,
I maruell the Warriner will suffer it,
Nay, nay, they are so bad, that they themselues,
Do giue consent to catch these prettie elfes,
How if the Warriner should spie me heere?
He would take me for a conny I dare sweare,
But when that Francis comes, what will he say?
Looke boy there lyes a conney in my way:
But soft, a light, whose that? sould my mother,
Nay then all hid, I faith she shall not see me,
Ile play bo peepe with her behinde this tree.
Mis. Ba. I maruell where this wench doth hide her selfe
So closely? I haue searcht in many a bush,
So closely? I haue searcht in many a bush,
Mal. Belike my mother tooke me for a Thrush,
Mis. Bar. Shees hid in this same Warren Ile lay money.
Mal. Close as a rabbet sucker from an olde conney.
Mi. Bar. O God, I would to God that I could find her,
I would keepe her from her loues toyes yet.
I would keepe her from her loues toyes yet.
Mal. I so you might, if your daughter had no wit.
Mi. Ba. What a vilde girle tis, that would hau't so young.
Mal. A murren take that desembling tongue,
Ere your calues teeth were out you thought it long.
Ere your calues teeth were out you thought it long.
Mi. Bar. But minion, yet Ile keepe you from the man.
Mall To saue a lye mother, say if you can.
Mi. Bar. Well, now to looke for her.
Mal. I theres the spight,
What trick shall I now haue to scape her light?
What trick shall I now haue to scape her light?
Mi. Bar. Whose there? what minion is it you?
Beshrew her heart, what a fright she put me to,
But I am glad I found her, though I was afraide,
Come on your wayes, you are a handsome maide,
Why you foorth a doores so late at night?
Why whether go ye? come stand still I say.
Beshrew her heart, what a fright she put me to,
But I am glad I found her, though I was afraide,
Come on your wayes, you are a handsome maide,
Why you foorth a doores so late at night?
Why whether go ye? come stand still I say.
Mal. No indeed mother, this is my best way.
M. Ba. Tis not the best way, stand by me I tell yee.
Mall. No you would catch me mother, o I smell ye.
Mi. Bar.
