in 1 The Two Angry Women of Abingdon — Porter, Henry
Metadata
Play
1 The Two Angry Women of Abingdon
Author
Porter, Henry
Year (catalogued)
1599
First performance
1598
Decade
1590s
Genre
Comedy
Play type
Adult Professional
Company
Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men
Speech prefix(es)
Nicholas. | Nic. | Nich. | Nicho | Ni, | Ni. | Nich
Words
1360
Characters
6405
Typicality
0.30 (cosine to cluster centroid)
TCP id
A09857
BritDrama no.
1151
Cluster
Cluster 3 — Citizens, tradesfolk & neighbors
Important excerpts
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Full speech
'Tis but new struck one. I will sir. I Richard, I know the e put a man over the shoes, & if you can, but he's a fool will take more then will do him good. Boy, have they appointed to fight? Yes I could have said to you sir, take heed is a good reed. He that worse may must hold the Candle, but my Master is not so wise as God might have made him, he is gone to seek a Hair in a Hens nest, a Needs e in a Bot tle of Would e, which is as seldom seen as a black Swan: he is gone to seek my young Mistress, and I think she is bet ter lost then found, for who so ever h that her, hath but a wet Eel by the tail , but they may do as they st, the law is in their own hands, but and they would be rued y me, they should set her on the Leland, and b worser the Dwell sp her, beshrew her fingers, she hath made me watch passed mine hour, but I'll watch her a good turn for it. Why I say not so much as how do you. No indeed, what so ere I think, and thought is free. Within a mile of and oak sir, he's a proud horse will not carry his own provender, I warrant you. Yes indeed I ear no colors, change sides Richard. Good goose bite not. 'Tis good. oh have a cloak for the rain, a bade shift is better then none at all, I'll fit here as if I were as dead as a door nail. It had been better and he had said, a sure card. And Ass goes a four legs, I go of two hrist cross. Oh you must not leap over the style before you come at it, haste makes waste, soft fire makes sweere mast, no too fast for falling, there's no hast to hang true men. I promise ye maistor Philip you have spoken as true as steel. And it seems unto me, I it seems to me, that you master Philip mock me, do you not know qui mocat more bitur, mock age and see how it will prosper? What is it sir? Bear withesse he threatens me. I may and I will, I needs not except I list, you shall not command me, you glue me neither meat, drink, nor wages, I am your father's man, and a man's a man, and a have but a hose on his head, do not misuse me so, do not, for though he that is bound must obey, yet he that will not tarry, may run away so he may. To whom is it? Forsooth though none of the best yet meanly: Forsooth as use makes perfectness, so seldom seen is soon forgotten. What needs you to care? who speaks to you? you may speak when you are spoken to, and keep your wind to cool your pottage: well, well, you are my masters son & you look for his land, but they that hope for dead men's shoes, may hap to go barefoot: take heed, as soon goes the young sheep to the pot'as the old. I pray God save my May sters life, for seldom comes the better. Farewell frost, No, you should say God send fair weather after me, A good luck onye. True as the skin between your brows. orsooth live, and the best does no better. Indeed as long the man , Anownce of debt will not pay a pound of care? Well, 'tis a good horse never stumbles but who lies here? Nay, I hope, as I have temperance to forbear drink so have I patience to endure company does, for when ̄ a ma ̄ does to Room come, he must do as there is done, No indeed, even as they brew so let them bake. I will not thrust my hand into the flame and needs not, 'tis not good to have and oar in another men boat, little said is soon amended, & in little meddling comes great rest, 'tis good sleeping in a whole skin, so a man might come home by weeping cross: no by lady, a friend is not so soon God ten as lost, blessed are the peacemakers, they that strike with the sword, shall be beaten with the scabbard. I, brag's a good dog, threatened folks live long. Well, I see the fool will not leave his babble for the Tower of London. And make no And mistress Marry, when ye go to bed, God send you good rest, and a peck of Fleas in your nest, every one as big as Francis. 'Twill be a good while, ere you wish your skinful of let holes. Not so Richard, it is good to be For happy is he whom other men's harms do make to beware. My name is Nicholas, Richard: and I k owe your meaning, and I hope you mean no harm: I thank you I am the better for your asking. Master Richard the good wife would not seek her daughter in the Oven unless she had been there her self, but good Lord you are knuckle deep in dirt, I warrant when he was in, he swore Uvalsingham, & chafed terrible for the time, look the water drops from you as fast as hops. Good words cost nought, ill words corrupts good manners Richard, for a hasty man never wants woe, & I had thought you had been my friend, but I see all is not gold that glisters, ther's falsehood in fellowship, a micus certus in re cer ta cernitur, time & truth tries all, & 'tis and old proverb, & not so old as true, bought wit is best, I can see day at a little hold, I know your mind as well as though I were within you, 'tis ill halting before a cripple, go to, you seek to quarrel but be beware of had I wist: so long goes the pot to the water at length it comes home broken, I know you are as good a man as ever drew sword, or as was ere girded inam girdle, or as ere went on Neats leather, or as one sh l see upon ̄ a summer's day, or as ere looked man in the face, or as ere trodden on gods earth, or as ere broke bred, or drunk drink: but he is pro per that hath proper conditions, but be not Like the Cow that gives a good soap of milk and casts it down with her heals, I speak plainly, for plain dealing is a Jewel, & he that uses it shall die a beggar, well, that happens in and hour, that happens not in seven years, a man is not so soon whole as hurt & you should kill a man, you would kiss him : well, I say little, but I think the more, you I'll give him good words, 'tis good to hold a candle before the de well, yet by Gods me, I'll take no wrong, if he had a head as big as Brass, or looked as high as Poule's steeple. Give and inch and yowl take and elle, I will not put my finger in a hold I warrant you, what man, never crow so fast, for a blind man may kill a Hare, I have known when plain fellow hath hurt a Fencer, so I have: What, a man may be as slow as a Snail, but as fierce as a Lion, and he be moved: Indeed I am patient I must needs say, for pa tience in adversity, brings a man to the three Cranes in the Ventree. And I am for you too, though it be from this midnight to the next morn. You dwell by neighbours Richard, that makes ye praise your self. Yes I'll say so if I should see you hanged. Oh Lord, it is as dark as Pitch, And you more money.
Plot summary
Plot — 1 The Two Angry Women of Abingdon
The Gourseys share a meal with their neighbours, the Barnes family, and the two wives fall out over a game of chance. When Barnes admonishes his wife, she suspects him of adultery with Mistress Goursey. With a view to patching up the wives' quarrel, Barnes plans to marry their daughter Mall to Goursey's son, Frank, but Mistress Goursey finds out about it and goes to pick a fight at the Barnes house. Frank successfully woos Mall, but Mistress Barnes's intervention sends the lovers fleeing, intending to rendezvous in Oxford. They get lost in a nearby rabbit warren, where Sir Ralph Smith is also out hunting, determined to bag some venison if it takes him all night. The other characters search for the lovers in the dark; there is an extended sequence of mistaken identities, during which Will, Sir Ralph's woodman, gets the mistaken idea that his master is looking for a wench. Sir Ralph meets one - Mall. She tells him her story and he offers to intervene to reconcile the two mothers. The husbands find the wives brawling over possession of a torch. Mistress Barnes's tendency to call Mistress Goursey a strumpet leads Goursey to suspect that there is no smoke without fire, and that his wife is having an affair with Barnes. Philip Barnes sees things are getting out of hand, and persuades the two angry women to retract their harsh words and make up their quarrel and agree to the marriage. Sir Ralph arrives to find there is no work for him as peacemaker; instead, he asks the two families to dinner.