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Oh master Goursey, neighbour amity, Is such aye well of high reckoned worth: As for the attain of it, what would not I Worser sburse, it is so precious in my thoughts. Well, try it out, t'is all but in the hearing. Philip if this would prove a match, it were the only means that could be found, to make thy mother friends with Missed. Gou. Phil How a match? I'll warrant you a match My sister's fair, Frank Goursie he is rich, His dowry too, will be sufficient, Frank's young, and youth is apt to love, And by my troth my sisters maiden head Stands Like a game attennis, if the ball Hit into the hold or hazard, farewell all. True sir, 'tis so, and truly I esteem, Mere amity familiar neighbourhood, The cousin German unto wedded love. I master Goursey, I have in my time, Seen many shipwracks of true honesty, But incident such dangers ever are, To them that without compass sail so far, Why what needs men to swim when they may wade? But leave this talk, enough of this is said, And Master Goursey, in good faith sir welcome: And mistress Goursey, I am much in debt, Unto your kindness that would visit me. I wife indeed, I thank her for her kindness, She hath made me much good cheer passing that way. Till then lets walk into the Orchard sir. What can you play at Tables? What, shall we have a game? So set them down, Mistress Goursey, how do you Like this game? Can you play at it? Faith so can my wife. I am content, what woman will you play? Wife, will you play so much? Go to, yowl have your will. Master Goursey, who says that gamings bade, When such good Angels walk betwixt every cast? No wife, she plays you true. Your wife's the fairest far't. How now wife? Wife go to, have regard to that you say, Let not your words pass forth the vierge of reason: But keep within the bounds of modesty, For ill report does Like a Bailiff stand, To pound the straying, and the wit-lost tongue, And makes it forseit into follies hands, Well wife, you know 'tis no honest partly, To entertain such guests with jests and wrongs, What will the neighbouring country vulgar say, When as they hear that you fell out at dinner? Forsooth they'll call it a pot quar ell straight, The best they'll name it, is a woman's jangling, Go too, be ruled, be ruled. Oh persuade, persuade. Wife, mistress Goursey, shall I win your thoughts, To composition of some kind effects? Wife, if you love your credit leave this st ife, And come shake hands, with mistress Goursey here, Impatient woman, will you be so stiff in this absurdness? Would, would, why heres a right woman, is there not? They both have din'de, yet see what stomachs they have. Oh master Goursey, the mettle of our minds, Having the temper of true reason in them, Affords a better edge of argument, For the maintain of our familiar loves, Then the soft leaden wit of women can, Wherefore with all the parts of neighbour love, I impart my self to master Goursey. But hark you master Goursey, Look you persuade at home as I will do, What man, we must not always have them soes. Wife in my mind, to day you were too blame Although my patience did not blame you for it: Me thought the rules of love and neighbourhood, Did not direct your thoughts, all indirect Were your proceedings, in the entertain Of them that I invited to my house. Nay stay. I do not chide but counsel wife, And in the mildest manner that I may, You needs not view me with a servants eye, Whose vassals senses tremble at the look Of his displeased master, Oh my wife, You are my self, when self sees fault in self. Self is sin obstinate, if self amend not, Indeed I saw a fault in thee my self, And it hath set a foil upon thy fame, Not as the foil does grace the Diamond. Oh do not set the organ of thy voice, On such a grunting key of discontent: Do not deform the beauty of thy tongue, With such mishapen answers, rough wrathful words Are bastards God by rashness in the thoughts, Fair demeanours, are Virtues nuptial babes, The offspring of the well instructed soul, Oh let them call thee mother, then my wife, So seem not barren of good courtesy. I, and I had done well. If you would do, what I advise for well. Which is, that you would be good friends with mistress Gours y. I sweet wife. Could you but show me any grounded cause. Your will hath little reason then I think. Lets hear your reason, for your will is great. Is all your reason, for I will not wife. Now by my soul I held ye for more wise, Discreet, and of more temperature in sense, Then in a sullen humour to effect, That woman's will born common scholar phrase, Oft have I herd a timely married girl, That newly left to call her mother mam, Her father Dad, but yesterday come from, Thats my good girl, God send thee a good husband, And now being taught to speak the name of husband, Will when she would be wanton in her will, If her husband ask her why, say for I will, Have I chid men for unmanly choice, That would not fit their years, have I seen thee Pupell such green young things, and with thy counsel, Tutor their wits, a dart thou now infected, With this disease of imperfection, I blush for thee ashamed at thy shame. Oh Godl Methinks this is a mighty fault in her, I could be angry with her: Oh if I be so, I hall but put a Link unto a Torch, And so give greater light to see her fault: I'll rather smother it in melancholy, Nay, wisdom bids me shun that passion, Then I will study for a remedy, I have a daughter now heaven invocate, She be not of Like spirit as her mother, sheel be a plague unto her husband, If that he be no patient and discreet, For that I hold the ease of all such trouble, Well, well, I would my daughter had a husband, For I would see how she could demean her self, n that estate, it may be ill enough, And so God shall help me, well remembered now, Frank Goursey is his father's some and heir, A youth that in my heart I have good hope on, My senses say a match, my soul applauds The motion: Oh but his land are great, He will look high why I will strain my self. To make her dowry equal with his land, Good faith and it a match twould be a means, To make their mother's friends: I'll call my daughter, To see how she S disposed to marriage: Mall, where are ye? Where is your mother? Well, this it is, I say 'tis good to marry. Were it not good, then all men would not marry But now they do. It is both good and bade, how can this be? If thou mightest marry well, wouldst thou agree? Wench I am studying forthy good indeed, But tell me wench, hast thou a mind to marry: Believe me wench, I do not apprehend thee, But for this pleasant answer do commend thee. I must confess, love does thee mighty wrong, But I will see thee have thy right ere long, I know a young man, whom I hold most fit, To have thee, both for living and for wit, I will go write about it presently. How now, whats the matter? Why how now Philip, is this true my son? Thou chearst my Hope's in him, and in good faith, Thoust made my love complete unto thy friend, Philip I love him, and I love him so, I could afford him a good wife I know. Philip a wife. I in good faith. How canst thou say so knowing not his mind? Hairebraine, hairebraine stay, As yet we do not know his father's mind, Why what will master Gours y ay my son, If we shou ld otion it without his knowledge? Go to, he's a wise and discreet Gentleman, And that respects from me all honest parts, Nor shall he fail his expectation, First I do mean to make him privy to it, Philip this letter is to that effect. Peace, peace. Oh you are a wag. Peace Neck, I'll see he shall use thee well, Go to peace sirrah, here Neck take this let r, Carry it to him to whom it is directed. Why read it, canst thou read? Why dost thou not use it? Well said, but go, it is to Master Goursey, Alas poor fool, he uses all his wit, Philip in faith this mirth hath cheered thought, And cussend it of his right play of passion, Go after Neck, and when thou thinkest he's there, Go in and urge to that which I have writ, I'll in these meadows make a cerckling walk, And in my meditation conjure so, As that some send of thought self eating anger, Shall by my spells of treason vanish quite Away, and let me beat fromthee to night. How now, what outcry is here? why how now woman? I am sorry she knows it, hark you with e, Let reason moderate your rage a little, If you examine but his birth and living. His wit and good behaviour, you will say, Though that ill hate make your opinion bade, He does deserve as good a wife as she I, so that thy mind would agree with mine. A friend of yours. Yes sir I saw her, she was here even now. Philip it shall, Come on master Goursey, this fame is a means, To make our wives friends, if they resist not. Come then let do, as Philip hath advised. And theres another. I marvel where your Hodge is, and my man? This is but short lived envy Master Coursey: But come, what say ye to my policy? Heers on or two. No, Philip? Philip. Well stay with us, perhaps sir Raphe and he, Will come anon, hark I do here one hollo. Philip, 'tis I and master Goursey. Why we cannot tell. And if thy mother will but clear me Philip, As I am ready to protest I am, Then master Goursey is my friend again. What shall we be resolved? Yes Philip this: That I confirm him in my Innocence, By this large universe. And may this league of friendship ever be. What sir Ralph Smith, you are a welcome man, We wondered when we herd you were abroad. By your man. Gentle sir Raphe, your courtesy is such, As may impose command unto us all, We will be thankful bold at your request, Why he will trouble you at home forsooth, Often call in, and ask you how you do: And fit and that with you all day till night, And all night too if he might have his will. Passing well done of her, she is a kind wench, I thank you mistress Goursey for my husband, And if it hap your husband come our way A hunting, or such ordinary sports, I'll do as much for yours, as you for mine. Does he not stand right? And thats my spite. But yet me thinks the dice runs much uneven, That I throw but dews ase and you eleven. No, I beshrew the dice. That turn you up more at once, then me at twice. But I care not for them when your game is done, Your game, your game attables. Good gamester, for your game. Why will you give consent he shall enjoy her? My mind shall never agree to this agreement. Oh that it were the Besseli kies fell eye, To poison thee. One that will hau'te from you in the devils name Nay, I have hold too, Thy mother grants my girl, and she does pray To send unto you both a oyfull day. I faith content, weel spend and hour so: Sirrah fetch the Tables, It must be so where royals walk so fast. Oh black mouth'drage, thy breath is boy erou And thou makest virtue shake at this high storm, She's of good report, I know thou knowest I . I, I beshrew you, 'tis not with my will. What fault sir did you see in me to day? No forsooth, it was Barnses wife. Fie, fie, she shall not have my torch, Give me thy torch boy, I will run a tilt, And burn out both her eyes in my encounter. B shrew me, but my wives jests grow too bitter, Plainer speeches for her were more better, Malice lies inbowelled in her tongue, And new hatched hate makes every jest a wrong. Dost thou hear me girl? I must dispute with thee I do absolve thee, and come hither Philip, I have writ a letter unto master Goursey, And I will tell thee the contents thereof, But tell me first, thinkest thou Frank Gours ? loves thee? 'Tis well, and I am much deceived in him, And if he be not sober, wise, and valiant. Hark Philip, send away thy sister straight, Let Francis meet her where thou shalt appoint, Let them go several to shun suspicion, And bid them go to Oxford both this night, There to morrow say that we will meet them, And there determine of their marriage. Well then to Carfolkes boy, I mean to meet the ̄ . Philip thy mother's gone to seek thy sister. And in a rage I faith, but who comes here? 'Tis so indeed. 'Tis not the best way, stand by me I tell ye. What was he a doing wheat ou first found him. Why what immodesty it this in you? Come partly I say, fie, fie. And sweet wife, Temper you rage with patience, do not be Subject so much to such misgovernment. No on my life, rage only makes her say so, How? think you so, nay master Goursey then You run indebt to my opinion, Because you pay not such advised wisdom, As I think endue unto my good conciet. Thou shouldst have done ere this, speak Well may she prove a happy wife to him. O where shall we find a man so blessed that is not, But come, your business and my home affairs, Makes me deliver that unfriendly word amongst friends, farewell. God help, God help, Women are even untoward creatures still. Be not so hasty Philip. How now, where's Hugh? Too young to marry. And yet it shall go forward, but who's here? What, Mistress Goursey, how knew she of this?