MISTRESS GOURSEY

How do you mean he will be bold with me? What am I? Well sir. My game, what game? Well mistress, well, I have read Aesop's sables, And know your morals meaning well enough. For what forsooth? Why, you're as good a bearer as the rest. Better do so then bear not any. How mean you mistress Barns? I hight your man. Why had you kept your man in his right place, I should not then have hit him with and ase. It is no matter. I am. What a? nay mistress speak it out, I scorn your stopped compares, compare not me To any but your equals, mistress Barns, By patience, would you have me shame my self, And cussen my self to bear her injuries: Not while her eyes be open will I yield, A word, a letter, a syllables value, But equal and make even her wrongs to me, To her again. Am I too blame sir pray what letters this. You shall not have it, till I have read it. Tut, tell not me of your impatience, But since you talk sir of impatience, You shall not have the letter by this light, Till I have read it, soul isle burn it first. Grow to the house top with your anger sir. Near tell me, I care not thus much for it. Well crafty Fox, I'll hunt you by my troth, Deal you so closely? well I see his drift. He would not let me see the letter, least That I should cross the match, and I will cross it. Nor shall he mistress, hark boy? th'art but mad To love the branch, that hath a root so bade, Shall I agree first? Come Francis, come from her. That title I return unto thy teeth, And spit the name of would to in thy face. The devil take thee if thou dost not wretch. Out upon thee harlot. Come go with me to help to look him out, Alas, I have nor light, nor Link, nor Torch, Though it be dark, I will take any pains, To cross this match, I prithee Dick away. Oh what a blindfold walk have we had Dick, To seek my son and yet I cannot find him? Why 'tis so dark we shall not find the way. Dick look about, It may be here we may find them out. Well, let go thy hold, or I will spurn thee. Good husband hear him speak. Perhaps I will. Then here it ends, if mistress Barns say so. A little sir. I care not greatly. Yea mistress Barns, will you not house your jests, But let them room abroad so carelessly? Faith, if your jealous tongue utter another, I'll cross you with a jest, and you were my mother, Come shall we play? A pound a game. Faith husband not a farthing less. And ther's mine. In his right pl ce. Husband master Barns, pray both go walk. We cannot play, if standers by do talk. And et you see that I cast down the hill, Thats every day as good as Barneses wife. Nay, she might stay, I will not long be here To trouble her: well master Barns, I am sorry that it was our haps to day, To have our pleasures parted with this fray, I am sorry too for all that is amiss, Especially that you are moou'de in this, But be not so, t's but a woman's jar, Their tongues are weapons, words their blows of war, Was but a while we buffeted you saw, And each of us was willing to withdraw, There was no harm nor bloodshed you did see: Tush, fear us not, for we shall well agree: I take my leave sir, come kind hearted man, That speaks his wife so fair, I now and than, I know you would not for and hundredth pound, That I should hear your voices churlish found, I know you have a far more milder tune Then peace, be quiet wife, but I have done: Will you go home? the door directs the way, But if you will not, my duty is to stay. Heart me no hearts you shall not have it sir, No you shall not, never look so big, I will nor be afraid at your great looks, You shall not have it, no you shall not have it. And sword and Bucklers too my gallant Dick, So thou wilt use but this in my defence. I. Where art thou Dick? I'll thrust it in thy face then. Do you beshrew me? Oh how it cheers & quickens up my thoughts, What mistress Barns, why mistress Barns I pray No, no, it shall not needs, I am a scholar Good enough to read a letter sir, Wilt thou be obstinate, thou self wild boy. Nay then perforce I'll partly you since you will not. A plague upon her, how she made me start? Mistress let go the orch, And my behaviour is as found as it, But her ill speeches seeks to rot my credit, And eat it with the worm of hate and malice. Come hither Dick, thou art a man I lo e, And one whom I have much in my regard, Why this brave Dick, Thou knowest that Gourseys wife and I am foes: Now man me to her house, And though it be dark Dick, yet weel have no light, Least that thy master should prevent our journey By seeing our depart: then when we come, And if that she and I do fallen to words, Set in thy foot and quarrel with her men, Draw, fight, strike, hurt, but do not kill the slaves, And make as though thou struckest at a man, And hit her and thou canst, a plague upon her, She hath misused me Dick, wilt thou do this? Art thou resolved Dick? wilt thou do this for me, and it thou wilt, here is and earnest penny, of that rich guerdon I do mean to give thee. Strike him and thou darest. Oh sir have I spied you? And husband I protest by heaven and earth, That her suspect is causeless and unjust, And that I never had such a vild intent, Harm she imaginde, where as none was meant. What shall I yield unto mine enemy? Coom. There speaks and angel, is it good? Look you mistress now I hit ye. This is the house Dick Coomes, & yonders light, Let us go near: how now, me thinks I see, My son stand hand in hand, with Barns his daughter: Why how now sirrah, is this time of night, For you to be abroad, what have we here? I hope that love hath not thus coupled you: It shall not needs, I'll keep him safe enough, Be sure he shall not grafted in such a stock. Come from her son, & if thou lovest thy mother. Francis where are you? Oh God how went he hence? I did not see him, It was when Barns wife did scold with me, A plague on her, Dick why didst not thou look to him? Oh that it were her light good faith, that she, Might darkling walk about as well as I. How I would laugh to see her tro about. But who should set it here I marvel a Gods name? lle lay my life that it was Barnses son. Canst thou? Give room and lets have this hat carerie. Francis, by fair means let me win thee from her, And I will gild my blessing gentle son, With store of Angels, I would not have thee, Check thy good fortune, by this thy cusning choice, Oh do not thrall thy happy liberty, In such a bondage, if thou'lt be needs bound, Be then to better worth, this worthless choice Is not fit for thee. Led thou the way, and let me hold by thee, I faith I will. But my possession says it is none of thine. Why this I say she slandered my good name. Come 'tis no matter, prithee go with me.