angry women of Abington.
Mal. Will ye strike me.
Ra. Yes, will ye strike againe?
Mall. No sir, it fits not maides to fight with men.
Ra. I wonder wench, how I thy name might know.
Mall. Why you may finde it in the Christcrosse row.
Ra. Be my Schoolemistresse, teach me how to spell it.
Mall. No faith, I care not greatly if I tell it,
My name is Marie Barnes.
My name is Marie Barnes.
Ra. How wench, Mall Barnes?
Mal. The verie same.
Rap. Why this is strange.
Mal. I pray sir whats oyure name?
Raph. Why sir Raph Smith doth wonder wench at this
Why whats the cause thou art abroad so late?
Why whats the cause thou art abroad so late?
Mal. What sir Raph Smith, nay then I will disclose,
All the hole cause to him, in him repose,
My hopes, my loue, God him I hope did send,
Our loues and both our mothers hates to end,
Gentle sir Raph if you my blush might see,
You then would say I am ashamed to be
Found like a wandring stray by such a knight,
So farre from home at such a time of night,
But my excuse is good, loue first by fate
Is crost, controuled, and sundered by fell hate,
Franke Goursey is my loue, and he loues me,
But both our mothers hate and disagree,
Our fathers like the match, and wish it don,
And so it had, had not our mothers come,
To Oxford we concluded both to go,
Going to meete, they came, we parted so,
My mother followed me, but I ran fast,
Thinking who went from hate had need make hast,
Take me she cannot though she still persue,
But now sweet knight, I do repose on you.
Be you my Orator and plead my right,
And get me one good day for this bad night.
All the hole cause to him, in him repose,
My hopes, my loue, God him I hope did send,
Our loues and both our mothers hates to end,
Gentle sir Raph if you my blush might see,
You then would say I am ashamed to be
Found like a wandring stray by such a knight,
So farre from home at such a time of night,
But my excuse is good, loue first by fate
Is crost, controuled, and sundered by fell hate,
Franke Goursey is my loue, and he loues me,
But both our mothers hate and disagree,
Our fathers like the match, and wish it don,
And so it had, had not our mothers come,
To Oxford we concluded both to go,
Going to meete, they came, we parted so,
My mother followed me, but I ran fast,
Thinking who went from hate had need make hast,
Take me she cannot though she still persue,
But now sweet knight, I do repose on you.
Be you my Orator and plead my right,
And get me one good day for this bad night.
Ra. Alas good heart, I pitty thy hard hap,
And Ile employ all that I may for thee,
Franke Goursey wench, I doe commend thy choyse,
Now I remember I met one Francis
As I did seeke my man, then that was he,
And Philip too, belike that was thy brother, why now I
And Ile employ all that I may for thee,
Franke Goursey wench, I doe commend thy choyse,
Now I remember I met one Francis
As I did seeke my man, then that was he,
And Philip too, belike that was thy brother, why now I
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