angry vvomen of Abington.
For I would see how she could demeane her selfe,
In that estate, it may be ill enough,
And so God shall help me, well remembred now,
Franke Goursey is his fathers some and heyre,
A youth that in my heart I haue good hope on,
My sences say a match, my soule applaudes
The motion: O but his lands are great,
Hee will looke high why I will straine my selfe.
To make her dowry equall with his land,
Good faith and twere a match twould be a meanes,
To make their mothers friends: Ile call my daughter,
To see how shees disposde to marriage:
Mall, where are yee?
In that estate, it may be ill enough,
And so God shall help me, well remembred now,
Franke Goursey is his fathers some and heyre,
A youth that in my heart I haue good hope on,
My sences say a match, my soule applaudes
The motion: O but his lands are great,
Hee will looke high why I will straine my selfe.
To make her dowry equall with his land,
Good faith and twere a match twould be a meanes,
To make their mothers friends: Ile call my daughter,
To see how shees disposde to marriage:
Mall, where are yee?
Enter Mall.
Mall. Father, heere I am
M. Bar. Where is your mother?
Mal. I saw her not forsooth, since you and she
Went walking both together to the garden.
Went walking both together to the garden.
M. Ba. Dost thou heare me girle? I must dispute with thee
Mal. Father the question then must not be hard,
For I am very weake in argument.
For I am very weake in argument.
M. Bar. Well, this it is, I say tis good to marry.
Mal. And this say I, tis not good to marry.
M. Bar. Were it not good, then all men would not marry
But now they doe.
But now they doe.
Mal. Marry not all, but it is good to marry.
M. Bar. It is both good and bad, how can this be?
Mal. Why it is good to them that marry well,
To them that marry ill, no greater hell.
To them that marry ill, no greater hell.
M. Bar. If thou mightst marry well, wouldst thou agree?
Mall. I cannot tell, heauen must appoint for me.
M. Bar. Wench I am studying for thy good indeed,
Mall My hopes & dutie, wish your thoughts good speed
M. Bar. But tell me wench, hast thou a minde to marry:
Mall. This question is too hard for bashfulnes,
And Father, now ye pose my modestie,
I am a maide, and when ye aske me thus,
I like a maide must blush looke pale and wan,
And then looke pale againe, for we change colour,
And Father, now ye pose my modestie,
I am a maide, and when ye aske me thus,
I like a maide must blush looke pale and wan,
And then looke pale againe, for we change colour,
As
