angry women of Abington.
That said your Father loude me too well,
Ile thinke on't when thou thinkst I haue forgotten it:
Whose with thee else? how now minion you?
With whom? with him? why what make you heere sir?
And thus late too, what hath your mother sent ye
To cut my throate, that heere you be in waite?
Come from him mistris, and let go his hand,
Will ye not sir?
Ile thinke on't when thou thinkst I haue forgotten it:
Whose with thee else? how now minion you?
With whom? with him? why what make you heere sir?
And thus late too, what hath your mother sent ye
To cut my throate, that heere you be in waite?
Come from him mistris, and let go his hand,
Will ye not sir?
Fra. Stay mistresse Barnes, or mother, what ye will,
Shees my wife, and here she shall be still.
Shees my wife, and here she shall be still.
Mi. Ba. How sir your wife? wouldst thou my daugter haue
Ile rather haue her married to her graue,
Go to be gone, and quickly, or I sweare,
Ile haue my men beate ye for staying here,
Ile rather haue her married to her graue,
Go to be gone, and quickly, or I sweare,
Ile haue my men beate ye for staying here,
Phi. Beate him mother as I am true man,
They were better beate the diuell and his dam.
They were better beate the diuell and his dam.
Mi. Bar. What wilt thou take his part?
Phil. To do him good,
And twere to wade hetherto vp in blood.
And twere to wade hetherto vp in blood.
Fran. God a mercy Phil, but mother heare me.
Mis. Bar. Calst thou me mother, no thy mothers name
Carryes about with it, reproche and shame:
Giue me my daughter, ere that she shall wed,
A strumpets sonne, and haue her so mislead,
Ile marry her to a Carter: come I say,
Giue me her from thee.
Carryes about with it, reproche and shame:
Giue me my daughter, ere that she shall wed,
A strumpets sonne, and haue her so mislead,
Ile marry her to a Carter: come I say,
Giue me her from thee.
Fra. Mother not to day,
Nor yet to morrow, till my liues last morrow,
Make me leaue that, which I with leaue did borrow,
Heere I haue borrowed loue, ile not deny it,
Thy wedding night's my day, then Ile repay it:
Till then sheele trust me, wench ist not so?
And if it be, say I, if nor, say no.
Nor yet to morrow, till my liues last morrow,
Make me leaue that, which I with leaue did borrow,
Heere I haue borrowed loue, ile not deny it,
Thy wedding night's my day, then Ile repay it:
Till then sheele trust me, wench ist not so?
And if it be, say I, if nor, say no.
Mis. Mother, good mother, heare me O good God,
Now we are euen what would you make vs odde?
Now I beseech ye for the loue of Christ,
To giue me leaue once to doe what I list.
I am as you were when you were a maide,
Gesse by your selfe, how long you would haue staide,
Might you haue had your will, as good begin,
Now we are euen what would you make vs odde?
Now I beseech ye for the loue of Christ,
To giue me leaue once to doe what I list.
I am as you were when you were a maide,
Gesse by your selfe, how long you would haue staide,
Might you haue had your will, as good begin,
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