angry women of Abington.
I lost my man pursuing of my sonne,
My sonne escapt me too, now all alone,
I am enforst to wander vp and downe,
Barnses wife's abroad pray God that she:
May haue as good a daunce, nay ten times worse,
Oh but I feare she hath not, she hath light
To see her way, O that some bridge would breake
That she might fall into some deep digd ditch,
And eyther breake her bones or drowne her selfe,
I would these mischiefes I could wish to her,
Might light on her, but soft I see a light,
I will go neere, tis comfortable,
After this nights sad spirits dulling darknes,
How now? What is it set to keep it selfe?
My sonne escapt me too, now all alone,
I am enforst to wander vp and downe,
Barnses wife's abroad pray God that she:
May haue as good a daunce, nay ten times worse,
Oh but I feare she hath not, she hath light
To see her way, O that some bridge would breake
That she might fall into some deep digd ditch,
And eyther breake her bones or drowne her selfe,
I would these mischiefes I could wish to her,
Might light on her, but soft I see a light,
I will go neere, tis comfortable,
After this nights sad spirits dulling darknes,
How now? What is it set to keep it selfe?
Mis. Bar. A plague ont, is she there?
Mis Gou. O how it cheares & quickens vp my thoughts,
Mi. Bar. O that it were the Besseliskies fell eye,
To poyson thee.
To poyson thee.
Mi. Gou. I care not if I take it.
Sure none is heere to hinder me,
And light me home.
Sure none is heere to hinder me,
And light me home.
Mi. Bar. I had rather she were hangd.
Then I should set it there to doe her good.
Then I should set it there to doe her good.
Mis. Go. I faith I will.
Mi. Ba. I faith you shall not mistresse.
Ile venter a burnt finger but Ile haue it.
Ile venter a burnt finger but Ile haue it.
Mi. Gou. Yet Barnses wife would chafe if that she knew,
That I had this good to get a light.
That I had this good to get a light.
Mi. Ba. And so she doth, but praise you lucke at parting.
Mi. Go. O that it were her light good faith, that she,
Might darkling walke about as well as I.
Might darkling walke about as well as I.
Mi. Ba. O how this mads me, that she hath her wish,
Mi. Go. How I would laugh to see her trot about.
Mi. Bar Oh, I could cry for anger and for rage.
Mi. Go. But who should set it here I maruel a Gods name?
Mi. Bar. One that will hau'te from you in the deuils name
Mi. Go. lle lay my life that it was Barnses sonne.
Mi. Ba. No forsooth, it was Barnses wife.
Mi. Gou, A plague vpon her, how she made me start?
Mistresse let goe the Torch,
Mistresse let goe the Torch,
Mis. Ba.
