angry women of Abington.
Mal. How now, whose there?
Phil. Tis I,
Mal. Tis I, who I? I quoth the dogge, or what?
A christ crosse rowel?
A christ crosse rowel?
Phi. No sweete pinckanie.
Mal. O ist you wilde oates?
Phil. I forsooth wanton.
Mal. Well said scape-thrift.
Fran. Philip be these your vsuall best salutes?
Phi. This is the harmlesse chiding of that Doue,
Fran. Doue, one of those that drawe the Queene of loue?
Mal. How now? Whose that brother, whose that with ye?
Phil. A Gentleman my friend.
Mal. Beladie he hath a pure wit.
Fran. How meanes your holy iudgement?
Mal. O well put in sir.
Fran. Vp you would say.
Mal. Well climde Gentleman,
I pray sir tell me, do you carte the queene of loue?
I pray sir tell me, do you carte the queene of loue?
Fran. Not cart her, but couch her in your eye,
And a fit place for gentle loue to lye.
And a fit place for gentle loue to lye.
Mal. I but me thinkes you speake without the booke,
To place a sower wheele waggon in my looke,
Where will you haue roome to haue the coach-man sit?
To place a sower wheele waggon in my looke,
Where will you haue roome to haue the coach-man sit?
Fran. Nay, that were but small manners, and not fit,
His dutie is before you bare to stand,
Hauing a lustie whipstocke in his hand.
His dutie is before you bare to stand,
Hauing a lustie whipstocke in his hand.
Ma.The place is voide, will you prouide me one?
Fra. And if you please I will supply the roome.
Mal. But are ye cunning in the Carmans lash?
And can ye whistle well?
And can ye whistle well?
Fran. Yes I can well direct the coache of loue.
Mal. Ah cruell carter, would you whip a doue?
Phil. Harke ye sister?
Mal. Nay, but harke ye brother?
Whose white boy is that same? know ye his mother?
Whose white boy is that same? know ye his mother?
Phil. He is a Gentleman of a good house.
Mal. Why is his house of gold, is it not made of lyme and stone like this?
Phil. I meane hees well descended.
Mal. God be thanked.
Did he descend some steeple or some ladder?
Did he descend some steeple or some ladder?
Phil.
