angry women of Abington.
And we had bin at home and this same war,
In peacefull sleep had nere bin dreamt vpon,
Mother, and mistresse Goursey to make them friends,
Is to be friends your selues, you are the cause,
And these effects proceed you know from you,
Your hates giue life vnto these killing strifes,
But dye, and if that enuy dye in you,
Fathers yet stay, O speake, O stay a while,
Francis perswade thy mother maister Goursey,
If that my mother will resolue your mindes,
That tis but meere suspect, not common proofe,
And if my father sweares hees innocent,
As I durst pawne my soule with him he is,
And if your wife vow truth and constancy,
Will you be then perswaded?
In peacefull sleep had nere bin dreamt vpon,
Mother, and mistresse Goursey to make them friends,
Is to be friends your selues, you are the cause,
And these effects proceed you know from you,
Your hates giue life vnto these killing strifes,
But dye, and if that enuy dye in you,
Fathers yet stay, O speake, O stay a while,
Francis perswade thy mother maister Goursey,
If that my mother will resolue your mindes,
That tis but meere suspect, not common proofe,
And if my father sweares hees innocent,
As I durst pawne my soule with him he is,
And if your wife vow truth and constancy,
Will you be then perswaded?
M. Gou. Phillip, if thy father will remit,
The wounds I gaue him, and if these conditions
May be performde, I bannish all my wrath.
The wounds I gaue him, and if these conditions
May be performde, I bannish all my wrath.
M. Bar. And if thy mother will but cleere me Phillip,
As I am ready to protest I am,
Then master Goursey is my friend againe.
As I am ready to protest I am,
Then master Goursey is my friend againe.
Phi. Harke mother, now you heare that your desires,
May be accomplished, they will both be friends
If you'l performe these articles.
May be accomplished, they will both be friends
If you'l performe these articles.
Mi. Ba. Shall I be friends with such an enemy?
Phil. What say you vnto my perswase?
Mi. Bar. I say shees my deadly enemie.
Phil. I but she will be your friend if you reuolt.
Mi. Bar. The words I said, what shall I eate a truth?
Phi. Why harke ye mother.
Fra. Mother what say you?
Mis. Go. Why this I say she slaundered my good name.
Fra. But if she now denie it, tis no defame.
Mi. Go. What, shall I thinke her hate will yeeld so much:
Fra. Why doubt it not, her spirit may he such,
M. Go. Why will it be?
Phi. Yet stay, I haue some hope.
Mother, why mother, why heare ye,
Giue me your hand, it is no more but thus,
Tis easie labour to shake hands with her.
Mother, why mother, why heare ye,
Giue me your hand, it is no more but thus,
Tis easie labour to shake hands with her.
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