A pleasant Comedie of the two
Mall. Do you heare mother, would you stay frō pleasure
When ye haue minde to it? go to, there's no wrong
Like this, to let maides lye alone so long
Lying alone they muse but in their beds,
How they might loose their long kept maiden heads,
This is the cause there is so many scapes,
For women that are wise, will not lead Apes
In hell, I tel yee mother I say true,
Exit.Therefore come husband, maiden head adew.
When ye haue minde to it? go to, there's no wrong
Like this, to let maides lye alone so long
Lying alone they muse but in their beds,
How they might loose their long kept maiden heads,
This is the cause there is so many scapes,
For women that are wise, will not lead Apes
In hell, I tel yee mother I say true,
Exit.Therefore come husband, maiden head adew.
Mis. Bar. Well lustie guts, I meane to make ye stay,
And set some rubbes in your mindes smothest way.
And set some rubbes in your mindes smothest way.
Enter Philip.
Phi. Mother.
Mi. Ba. How now sirra, where haue ye bin walking?
Phil. Ouer the meades halfe way to Milton mother,
To beare my friend Franke Goursey company.
To beare my friend Franke Goursey company.
Mi. Ba. Wher's your blew coat, your sword & buckler sir
Get you such like habite for a seruingman,
If you will waight vpon the brat of Goursey.
Get you such like habite for a seruingman,
If you will waight vpon the brat of Goursey.
Phil. Mother, that you are moou'd this maks me wonder,
When I departed I did leaue yee friends,
What vndigested iarre hath since betided?
When I departed I did leaue yee friends,
What vndigested iarre hath since betided?
Mi. Bar. Such as almost doth choake thy mother boy.
And stifles her with the conceit of it,
I am abusde my sonne by Gourseys wife.
And stifles her with the conceit of it,
I am abusde my sonne by Gourseys wife.
Phil. By mistresse Goursey?
Mi. Bar. Mistresse flurt, you foule strumpet,
Light aloue, short heeles, mistresse Goursey,
Call her againe and thou were better no.
Light aloue, short heeles, mistresse Goursey,
Call her againe and thou were better no.
Phil. O my deare more haue some patience,
Mis. Bar. I sir, haue patience, and see your father
To rifle vp the treasure of my loue,
And play the spend-thrift vpon such an harlot?
This same will make me haue patience, will it not?
To rifle vp the treasure of my loue,
And play the spend-thrift vpon such an harlot?
This same will make me haue patience, will it not?
Phili. This same is womens most impatience,
Yet mother I haue often heard ye say,
That you haue found my father temperate,
And euer free from such affections.
Yet mother I haue often heard ye say,
That you haue found my father temperate,
And euer free from such affections.
Mi. Bar. I, till my too much loue did glut his thoughts,
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