angry women of Abington.
Well, which way Franke?
Phi. Why this way.
Fra. Canst thou tell?
And takest vpon thee to be my guide to hell,
But which way Father?
And takest vpon thee to be my guide to hell,
But which way Father?
M. Gou. That way.
Fran. I, you know,
You found the way to sorrow long agoe,
Father God boye ye, you haue sent your sonne,
To seeke on earth an earthly day of doome,
Where I shall be iudged, alacke the ruthe,
To pennance for the follies of my youth.
Well I must goe, but by my troth my minde,
Is not loue capable to that kinde,
O I haue lookt vpon this mould of men,
As I haue done vpon a Lyons den,
Praised I haue the gallant beast I saw,
Yet wisht me no acquaintance with his pawe,
And must I now be grated with them, well,
Yet I may hap to prooue a Daniell,
And if I doe sure it would make me laugh,
To be among wilde beastes and yet be safe,
Is there a remedy to abate their rage,
Yes many catch them, and put them in a cage,
I but how catch them, marry in your hand,
Carrie me foorth a burning fire-brand,
For with his sparkling shine, olde rumor saies,
A fire-brand the swiftest runner fraies,
This I may doe, but if it prooue not so,
Then man goes out to seeke his adiunct woe,
Phillip away, and Father now adew,
In quest of sorrow I am sent by you.
You found the way to sorrow long agoe,
Father God boye ye, you haue sent your sonne,
To seeke on earth an earthly day of doome,
Where I shall be iudged, alacke the ruthe,
To pennance for the follies of my youth.
Well I must goe, but by my troth my minde,
Is not loue capable to that kinde,
O I haue lookt vpon this mould of men,
As I haue done vpon a Lyons den,
Praised I haue the gallant beast I saw,
Yet wisht me no acquaintance with his pawe,
And must I now be grated with them, well,
Yet I may hap to prooue a Daniell,
And if I doe sure it would make me laugh,
To be among wilde beastes and yet be safe,
Is there a remedy to abate their rage,
Yes many catch them, and put them in a cage,
I but how catch them, marry in your hand,
Carrie me foorth a burning fire-brand,
For with his sparkling shine, olde rumor saies,
A fire-brand the swiftest runner fraies,
This I may doe, but if it prooue not so,
Then man goes out to seeke his adiunct woe,
Phillip away, and Father now adew,
In quest of sorrow I am sent by you.
M. Gou. Returne the messenger of ioy my sonne.
Fran. Sildome in this world, such a worke is done.
Phi. Nay, nay, make hast, it will be quicklie night.
Fra. Why is it not good to wooe by candle light.
Phi. But if we make not haste theile be a bed.
ExeuntFran. The better candles out, and curtans spred
M. Gour. I know, though that my sons years be not many.
Yet he hath wit to wooe as well as any,
Heere comes my wife, I am glad my boy is gone.
Enter mistresse Goursey.
Yet he hath wit to wooe as well as any,
Heere comes my wife, I am glad my boy is gone.
Enter mistresse Goursey.
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