angry women of Abington.
Ra. Well said familiar Will, plaine Raph I faith,
Fran. There calles my man.
Ra. But there goes mine away.
And yet Ile heare what this next call will say,
And here Ile tarrie till he call againe.
And yet Ile heare what this next call will say,
And here Ile tarrie till he call againe.
Wil. So ho.
Fran. So ho, where art thou Phillip,
Wil. Sblould Phillip,
But now he clade me Francis, this is fine
But now he clade me Francis, this is fine
Fran. Why studiest thou? I prethy tell me Philip.
Where the wench is.
Where the wench is.
Wil. Euen now he askt me Francis for the wench,
And now he aske me Phillip for the wench,
Well sir Raph. I must needes tell ye now,
Tis not for your credit to be foorth,
So late a wenching in this order
And now he aske me Phillip for the wench,
Well sir Raph. I must needes tell ye now,
Tis not for your credit to be foorth,
So late a wenching in this order
Fran. Whats this, so late a wenching doth he say?
Indeed tis true, I am thus late a wenching,
But I am forc'st to wench without a wench.
Indeed tis true, I am thus late a wenching,
But I am forc'st to wench without a wench.
Wil. Why then you might haue tane your bow at first,
And gone and kilde a bucke, and not haue been
So long a drabbing, and be nere the neere.
And gone and kilde a bucke, and not haue been
So long a drabbing, and be nere the neere.
Fran. Swounds what a pussell am I in this night,
But yet Ile put this fellow farther,
Doost thou heare man? I am not sir Raph Smith.
As thou doost thinke I am, but I did meete him,
Euen as thou saiest in pursuite of a wench.
I met the wench to, and askt for thee,
Saying twas thou that wert her loue, her deare,
And that sir Raph was not an honest Knight,
To traine her thether, and to vse her so.
But yet Ile put this fellow farther,
Doost thou heare man? I am not sir Raph Smith.
As thou doost thinke I am, but I did meete him,
Euen as thou saiest in pursuite of a wench.
I met the wench to, and askt for thee,
Saying twas thou that wert her loue, her deare,
And that sir Raph was not an honest Knight,
To traine her thether, and to vse her so.
Wil. Sbloud my wench, swounds were he ten sir Raphs.
Exit.Fran. Nay tis true, looke to it, and so farewell.
Wil. Indeed I do loue Nan our darie maide,
And hath he traine her forth to that intent?
Or for another, I carrie his crossebow,
And he doth crosse me, shooting in my bow,
What shall I do?
And hath he traine her forth to that intent?
Or for another, I carrie his crossebow,
And he doth crosse me, shooting in my bow,
What shall I do?
Enter Phillip
Phillip. So ho?
Raph. So ho,
Phil. Francies art thou there?
Ra. No heres no Francis, art thou Will my man?
Phi.
