angry women of Abington.
A little breath is spent in speaking of faire words,
When wrath hath violent deliuered,
When wrath hath violent deliuered,
M. Bar. What shall we be resolued?
Mi. Bar. O husband stay,
Stay Maister Goursey, though your wife doth hate me,
And beares vnto me mallice infinite.
And endlesse, yet I will respect your safeties,
I would not haue you perish by our meanes,
I must confesse, that onely suspect,
And no proofe els, hath fed my hate to her.
Stay Maister Goursey, though your wife doth hate me,
And beares vnto me mallice infinite.
And endlesse, yet I will respect your safeties,
I would not haue you perish by our meanes,
I must confesse, that onely suspect,
And no proofe els, hath fed my hate to her.
Mi. Gour. And husband I protest by heauen and earth,
That her suspect is causles and vniust,
And that I nere had such a vilde intent,
Harme she imaginde, where as none was ment.
That her suspect is causles and vniust,
And that I nere had such a vilde intent,
Harme she imaginde, where as none was ment.
Phil. Loe sir, what would yee more?
M. Bar. Yes Phillip this:
That I confirme him in my Innocence,
By this large vniuerse.
That I confirme him in my Innocence,
By this large vniuerse.
M. Gour. By that I sweare, ile credit none of you, vntill I heere
Friendship concluded straight betweene them two,
If I see that they willingly will doe,
Then ile imagine all suspition ends,
I may be then assured they being friends.
Friendship concluded straight betweene them two,
If I see that they willingly will doe,
Then ile imagine all suspition ends,
I may be then assured they being friends.
Phil. Mother, make full my wish, and be it so.
Mi. Bar. What shall I sue for friendship to my foe?
Phil. No, if she yeeld will you?
Mi. Ba. It may be I.
Phil. Why this is well, the other I will trie,
Come Mistresse Goursey, do you first agree?
Come Mistresse Goursey, do you first agree?
Mi. Gour. What shall I yeeld vnto mine enemie?
Phil. Why if she wil, will you?
Mi. Gou. Perhaps I wil.
Phil. Nay then I finde this goes forward still:
Mother giue me your hand, giue me yours to,
Be not so loath, some good thing I must doe,
But lay your Torches by, I like not them,
Come, come, deliuer them vnto your men,
Giue me your hands, so now sir heere I stand,
Holding two angrie women in my hand,
And I must please them both, I could please tone,
But it is hard when there is two to one,
Mother giue me your hand, giue me yours to,
Be not so loath, some good thing I must doe,
But lay your Torches by, I like not them,
Come, come, deliuer them vnto your men,
Giue me your hands, so now sir heere I stand,
Holding two angrie women in my hand,
And I must please them both, I could please tone,
But it is hard when there is two to one,
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