angry women of Abington.
Coo. I see the glimpes of some body heere,
And ye be a sprite Ile fraie the bug beare,
There a goes mistresse.
And ye be a sprite Ile fraie the bug beare,
There a goes mistresse.
Mi. Gour. O sir haue I spide you?
ExeuntFr. A plague on the boy, twas he that discried me.
Phi. How like a beauteous Lady maskt in blacke,
Lookes that same large circumference of heauen,
The skie that was so faire three houres agoe,
Is in three houres become an Ethiope,
And being angrie at her beauteous change,
She will not haue one of those pearled starres,
To blab her sable metamorphesis,
Tis very darke, I did appoint my sister,
To meete me at the cunny berrie below,
And Francis too, but neither can I see,
Belike my mother hapned on that place.
And fraide them from it, and they both are now
Wandring about the fields, how shall I finde them?
It is so darke, I scarse can see my hand,
Why then Ile hollow for them, no not so,
So will his voice betray him to our mothers,
And if he answere, and bring them where he is,
What shall I then do? it must not be so?
Sbloud it must be so, how else I pray?
Shall I stand gaping heere all night till day?
And then nere the neere, so ho, so ho.
Lookes that same large circumference of heauen,
The skie that was so faire three houres agoe,
Is in three houres become an Ethiope,
And being angrie at her beauteous change,
She will not haue one of those pearled starres,
To blab her sable metamorphesis,
Tis very darke, I did appoint my sister,
To meete me at the cunny berrie below,
And Francis too, but neither can I see,
Belike my mother hapned on that place.
And fraide them from it, and they both are now
Wandring about the fields, how shall I finde them?
It is so darke, I scarse can see my hand,
Why then Ile hollow for them, no not so,
So will his voice betray him to our mothers,
And if he answere, and bring them where he is,
What shall I then do? it must not be so?
Sbloud it must be so, how else I pray?
Shall I stand gaping heere all night till day?
And then nere the neere, so ho, so ho.
Wil. So ho, I come, where are ye? where art thou? here.
Phi How now Franke, where hast thou been?
Wil. Franke, what Franke? sbloud is sit Raph mad, heeres the bow.
Phi. I haue not been much priuate with that voice,
Me thinke Franke Gourseys talke and his doth tell me,
I am mistaken, especially by his bow,
Franke had no bow, well, I will leaue this fellow,
And hollow somewhat farther in the fields,
Doost thou heare fellow, I perceiue by thee,
That we are both mistaken, I tooke thee,
For one thou art not, likewise thou tookst me,
For sir Raph Smith, but sure I am not he,
And so farewell, I must goe seeke my friend, so ho:
Me thinke Franke Gourseys talke and his doth tell me,
I am mistaken, especially by his bow,
Franke had no bow, well, I will leaue this fellow,
And hollow somewhat farther in the fields,
Doost thou heare fellow, I perceiue by thee,
That we are both mistaken, I tooke thee,
For one thou art not, likewise thou tookst me,
For sir Raph Smith, but sure I am not he,
And so farewell, I must goe seeke my friend, so ho:
Wil. So ho, so ho, nay then sir Raph so whoore,
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