angry women of Abington.
Raph. Hey day, from Franke and Phillip to a Torche,
And to a Boye, nay sownes then hap as twill.
And to a Boye, nay sownes then hap as twill.
M. Gour. Who goes there?
Wil. Gesse heere.
M. Bar. Phillip.
Wil. Phillip, no faith, my names Will, ill will, for I was neuer
worse, I was euen now with him, and might haue been
still, but that I fell into a ditch and lost him, and now I am
going vp and downe to seeke him.
worse, I was euen now with him, and might haue been
still, but that I fell into a ditch and lost him, and now I am
going vp and downe to seeke him.
M. Gor. What wouldst thou do with him.
Wil. Why I would haue him go with me to my maisters.
M. Gou. Whose thy maister?
Wil. Why sir Raphe Smith, and thether he promist me he
would come, if he keepe his worde so tis.
would come, if he keepe his worde so tis.
M. Ba. What was he a doing when thou first found him.
Wil. Why he holloed for one Francis, and Francis hollod
for him, I hallod for my maister, and my maister for me, but
we mist still meeting contrary, Phillip & Francis with me
& my maister, and I & my maister with Philip and Franke.
for him, I hallod for my maister, and my maister for me, but
we mist still meeting contrary, Phillip & Francis with me
& my maister, and I & my maister with Philip and Franke.
M. Gou. Why wherfore is sir Raphe so late abroade?
Wil. Why he ment to kill a Buck, Ile say so to saue his honestie,
but my Nan was his marke, & when he sent me for
his bow, and when I came, I hollod for him, but I neuer saw
such luck to misse him, it hath almost made me mad.
but my Nan was his marke, & when he sent me for
his bow, and when I came, I hollod for him, but I neuer saw
such luck to misse him, it hath almost made me mad.
M. Bar. Well stay with vs, perhaps sir Raphe and he,
Will come anon, harke I do heere one hollo.
Will come anon, harke I do heere one hollo.
Enter Phillip.
Phil. Is this broad waking in a winters night,
I am broad walking in a winters night:
Broad indeed, because I am abroad,
But these broad fields me thinks are not so broad,
That they may keepe me foorth of narrow ditches,
Heers a hard world, for I can hardly keep my selfe vpright in it,
I am maruellous dutifull, but so ho.
I am broad walking in a winters night:
Broad indeed, because I am abroad,
But these broad fields me thinks are not so broad,
That they may keepe me foorth of narrow ditches,
Heers a hard world, for I can hardly keep my selfe vpright in it,
I am maruellous dutifull, but so ho.
Wil. So ho.
Phil. Whose there?
Wil. Heeres will.
Phi. What Will, how scapst thou?
Wil. What sir?
Phi. Nay, not hanging, but drowning,
Wert thou in a pond or a ditche?
Wert thou in a pond or a ditche?
Wil. A pestilence on it, ist you Phillip, no faith, I was but
durty a little, but heeres one or two askt for yee.
durty a little, but heeres one or two askt for yee.
Phil.
