angry vvomen of Abington.
And it hath set a foyle vpon thy fame,
Not as the foile doth grace the Diamond.
Not as the foile doth grace the Diamond.
Mi. Ba. What fault sir did you see in me to day?
M. Bar. O doe not set the organ of thy voice,
On such a grunting key of discontent:
Doe not deforme the beauty of thy tongue,
With such mishapen answeres, rough wrathfull words
Are bastards got by rashnes in the thoughts,
Faire demeanors, are Vertues nuptiall babes,
The off-spring of the well instructed soule,
O let them call thee mother, then my wife,
So seeme not barren of good curtesie.
On such a grunting key of discontent:
Doe not deforme the beauty of thy tongue,
With such mishapen answeres, rough wrathfull words
Are bastards got by rashnes in the thoughts,
Faire demeanors, are Vertues nuptiall babes,
The off-spring of the well instructed soule,
O let them call thee mother, then my wife,
So seeme not barren of good curtesie.
Mi. Bar. So, haue ye done?
M. Bar. I, and I had done well.
If you would do, what I aduise for well.
If you would do, what I aduise for well.
Mi. Bar. Whats that?
M. Bar. Which is, that you would be good friendes with mistresse Goursey.
Mi. Bar. With mistresse Goursey.
M. Bar. I sweet wife.
Mis. Bar. Not so sweet husband.
M. Bar. Could you but shew me any grounded cause.
Mis. Bar. The grounded cause, I ground because I wil not
M. Bar. Your will hath little reason then I thinke.
Mi. Bar. Yes sir, my reason equalleth my will.
M. Bar. Lets heare your reason, for your will is great.
Mi. Bar. Why for I will not.
M. Bar. Is all your reason, for I will not wife.
Now by my soule I held yee for more wise,
Discreete, and of more temperature in sence,
Then in a sullen humour to effect,
That womans will borne common scholler phrase,
Oft haue I heard a timely married girle,
That newly left to call her mother mam,
Her father Dad, but yesterday come from,
Thats my good girle, God send thee a good husband,
And now being taught to speake the name of husband,
Will when she would be wanton in her will,
Now by my soule I held yee for more wise,
Discreete, and of more temperature in sence,
Then in a sullen humour to effect,
That womans will borne common scholler phrase,
Oft haue I heard a timely married girle,
That newly left to call her mother mam,
Her father Dad, but yesterday come from,
Thats my good girle, God send thee a good husband,
And now being taught to speake the name of husband,
Will when she would be wanton in her will,
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