PHILIP

Sirrah Frank, while they are playing here, Weel to the green to Bowls. Come on Frank Goursey, you have good luck to win the game. 'Tis good, but that it cost me ten good crowns that makes it worse. And that shall be ere long and if I live, But tell me Francis, what good Horses have ye to hunt this Summer? Be they but Jades? Oh fie Frank fie, Nay, nay, your reason hath no justice now, I must needs say, persuade him first to speak, Then chide him for it: tell me pretty wag, Where stands his prawncer, in what Inn or stable? Or hath thy master put her out to run, Then in what field, what champion feeds this courser? This well past bonny steed that thou so praisest. Well boy, then I will add one more to many, A worser ask thy master where this Jennet feeds: Come Frank tell me, nay prithee tell me Frank, My good horse-master tell me, by this light I will not steal her from thee: if I do, Let me beheld a selone to thy love. What, wilt thou were a point but with one tag? Well Francis well, I see you are a wag. Why thats and hundred and nine. Comes, Comes, put up, my friend and thou art friends Frank prithee do, be friends and tell him so, Lo Frank dost thou not see he's drunk, That twits me with my disposition? Nan Lawson, Nan Lawson, Go to you wag, 'tis well, If ever ye get a wife, I faith I'll tell, Sirrah at home we have a Servingman, He's not humord bluntly as Coomes is, Yet his condition makes me often merry, I'll tell thee sirrah, he's a fine neat fellow, A spruce slave, I warrant you, heel have His Cruel garters cross about the knee, His woollen hose, as white as the driven snow, His shoes dry leather neat, and tied with read bbins, A nosegay bound with laces in his Hat, Bridelaces sir his hat, and all green hat. Green Counterfeit erlet, for such a grass green wit, The goose that grazeth on the green quoth he, May I eat on, when you shall buried be, All Proverbs in his speech, he's proverb all. Not yet, I'll bring you somewhat on your way, And as we go, between your boy and you, I'll know where that Praunser stands at leuery. I faith I will. Over the meads half way to Milton mother, To bear my friend Frank Goursey company. Mother, that you are moved this make me wonder, When I departed I did leave ye friends, What undigested are hath since betided? By mistress Goursey? Oh my deer more have some patience, Now I swear mother you are much too blame, I durst be sworn he loves you as his soul. He loves you but too well I swear, Unless you knew much better how to use him, This air is pleasant, and does please me well, And here I will stay, Dear father she is much impatient: Near let that hand assist me in my needs, If I more said, then that she thought amiss, To think that you were so licentious given, And thus much more, when she inferred it more, I swore and oath you loved her but too well, In that as guilty I do hold my self, Now that I come to more considerate trial, I know my fault, I should have born with he , Blame me for rashness, then not for want of duty. I lay my life my sister. Father, for Gods sake send it quickly then, I'll call your man, what Hugh, where Hugh, there h . Why what does this proverbial with us, why where's Hugh? Where's Hugh I say? Father let me alone, I do it but to make my self some sport, This formal fool your man speaks nought but proverbs, And speak men what they can to him, he'll answer With some time, rotten sentence, or old saying, Such spokes as the ancient of the parish use, With neighbour 'tis and old proverb and a true, Goose giblets are good meat, old sack better then new, Then says another, neighbour that is true, And when each man hath drunk his gallon round, A penny pot, for thats the old men gallon, Then do h he lick his lips and stroke his beard, Thats glued together with his slavering drops, Of you y ale, and when he scarce can trim, His gouty fingers, thus he'll Philip it, And with a rotten hem say heigh my hearts, Merry go so y cock and pie my hearts, But then their auing penny proverb comes, And that is this: they that will to the wine, Byr'lady mistress shall lay their penny to mi e, This was one of this penny-fathers bastards, For on my life he was never begotten, Without the consent of some great proverb-monger. Well, now unto my business; Swounds will that mouth thats made of old said saws, And nothing else, say nothing to us now? Father we ha'te, you see we ha'te, now will I see if my memory will serve for some proverbs too. Oh a painted cloth were as well worth a , as a These Worth a halten well, after my hearty commend tions, as I was at the making here of so it is, that I hope as you speed, so you're sure a swift horse will tire, but he that trottes easily will endure, you have most learnedly prouerbde it, commending the virtue of patience or forbearance, but yet you know forbearance is no quittance. Father, theres a proverb well applied. Why you whoreson proverb book bound up in folio, Have ye no other sense to answer me, But every word a proverb, no other English? Well, I'll fulfil a proverb on thee straight. e fetch my fist from thine , Father that same is the cowards common proverb:, But come, come sirrah, tell me where Hugh is? Now sir, what proverb have you to deliver a letter? Oh he hath given it me: farewell proverbs. Shall I fling and old shoe after you? I mean for good luck. To night, yes that you shall, but hark you father, Look that you my sister waking keep, For Frank I swear shall kiss her ere I sleep. By this I think, the letter is delivered, And 'twill be shortly time that I step in, And woo their favours for my sisters fortune, And yet I needs not, she may do as well, But yet not better, as the case does stand, Between our mother's it may make the friends, Nay I would swear than she would do as well, Were she a stranger to But they are so acquainted, they never partly, Why she will flout the devil and make blush The boldest face of man, that ever man saw, He that hath best opinion wit, And hath his brain pan fraught with bitter Jests, Or of his own, or istolne, or how , Let him: stand e so high in his own conceit, Her wit's a sun, that melts him down Like butter, And makes him fit at table wise, Flat, flat, a word to say, Yet sheele not him , but Like a tyrant, Sheele persecute the poor with -beaten man, And so be bang him with dry and scoffs, When he is down, most cowardly good faith, As I have pit ed the poor patient. came a Farmers son a wooing to her, A proper man, well landed too he was, A man that for his wit needs not to ask, What time a year it good to sow his Oats, Nor yet his Barley, no nor when to reap, To plow his Fallows, or to his Trees, Well experienced thus each kind of way, After a two months labour at the most, And yet it well he held it out so long, He left his love, she had so last his lips, He could say nothing to her, but God be with ye, Why she, when men have dined and call for chee e, Will straight ma netaine jests bitter todisgest, And then some one will fallen to argument, Who if he over master her with reason, Then sheele begin to buff him with mocks, Well I do doubt, Frances hath so much spleen, Theil never agree, but I will moderate. By this time, 'tis time I think to enter, This is the house, shall I knock? no I will not Wait while one comes out to answer: I'll in, and let them be as bold with us. Why, either I or no. Why that which was persuaded by thy father. Tush, there is no good luck in this delay, Come, come, late comers man are shent. Come Frank now are we hard by the house, But how now, sad? How man, how to woe her? why no matter how, I am sure thou with to not be ashamed to woe, Thy cheeks not subject to a childish blush, Thou hast a better warrant by thy wit, I know thy oratory can unfold, Quick invention, plausible discourse, And set such painted beauty on thy tongue, As it shall ravish every maiden sense, For Frank, thou art not Like the russet youth I told thee of, that went to woe a wench, And being full stuffed up with fallow wit, And meadow matter, asked the pretty maid, How they sold corn last market day with them. Saying: indeed it very deer wit them: And do you hear, he had not needs do so, For she will Francis throwly try your wit, Sirrah sheel bow the mettle of your wits, And if they crack she will not hold you currant, Nay she will way your wits as men may angels, And if I lack a grain, she will not chanke with you, I cannot speak it but in passion, She is a wicked wench to make a jest, Aye me how full of flouts and mocks she is? Well, I am glad to hear this bold prepare, For this encounter, forward hardy Frank, Yonders the window, with the candle int, Belike she's putting on her night attire, I told you F rank it late, well I will call her, Marry softly that my mother may not hear: Mall, sister Mall. 'Tis I, I forsooth wanton. A Gentleman my friend. Hark you sister? He is a Gentleman of a good house. I mean he's well descended. Well, do you ear, you sister, mistress would have You that do long for somewhat I know what. My father told me, go too I'll tell all, If you be cross, do you hear me? I hau laboured A years work in this afternoon for you, Come from your cloister, votary, chase Nun, Come down and kiss Frank Gourseys mother's son. To do him good, And it to wade hitherto up in blood. Enough, would they would begin to chide, For I would have them brawling, that mean while, They nay steal hence, to meet where I oppoint it, What mother, will you let this match go forward: Or mistress Goursey will you first agree Well said proverbs, never another to that purpose? Why to me take heed? On that condition thou wilt do thy best, To keep thy Mistress and thy fellow Dick, Both from my sister, and thy Master's son, I will entreat thy master let thee go. About our cunny green they surely are, if thou canst find them. Francies art thou there? Gods will 'tis sir Ralph Smith, a virtuous knight, How gently entertains he my hard answer? Rude anger made my tongue unmannerly, I rye him mercy, well, but all this while, I cannot find a Francis, Francis ho? Thy Nan, what Nan? No more I am not, I met sir Ralph Smith, Even now he asked me if I saw his man. How canst thou to ll? Why then I know the matter, we met cross, And so we missed, now here we find our lose, Well, if thou wilt, we two will keep together, And so we shall meet right with one or other, So ho. Is this broad waking in a winter's night, I am broad walking in a winter's night: Broad indeed, because I am abroad, But these broad fields me thinks are not so broad, That they may keep me forth of narrow ditches, Heers a hard World for I can hardly keep my self upright in it, I am marvelous dutiful, but so ho. Whose there? Who be they man? Keep the Kings peace, A needle have ye not? Why you man are the needle that she seeks To work withal, well Francis do you here, You must not answer so, that you have sought her, But have ye found her, faith and if you have, God give ye joy of that you found with her, From I saw her not, how could I find her. Why look you mother, this is long of you, For Gods sake father hark, why these effects Come still from women's malice, partly I pray, Comes, Will. and Hodge come all and help us partly them, Father, but hear me speak one word no more: Cry peace between you for a little while. Speak What say you unto my perswase; I but she will be your friend if you revolt. Lo sir, what would ye more? Mother, make full my wish, and be it so. No, if she yield will you? Why this is well, the other I will try, Come Mistress Goursey, do you first agree? Why if she will, will you? Nay then I find this goes forward still: Mother give me your hand, give me yours to, Be not so loath, some good thing I must do, But lay your Torches by, I Like not them, Come, come, deliver them unto your men, Give me your hands, so now sir here I stand, Holding two angry women in my hand, And I must please them both, I could please tone, But it is hard when there is two to one, Especially of women, but 'tis so, They shall be pleased whither they will or no, Which will come first? what both give back, would, neither? Why then yond may help that come both together, So stand still, stand but a little while, And see how I your anger's will beguile, Well yet there is no hurt, why then let me, Join these two hands, and see how theil agree, Peace, peace, they cry, look how they friendly kiss, Well all this while there is no harm in this, Are not these two twins? twins should be both alike, If tone speaks fair, the tother should not strike, Jesus these warriors will not offer blows, Why then 'tis strange that you two should be foes, Oh yes, yowl say your weapons are your tongnes, Touch lip with lip and they are bound from wrongs, Go to, embrace, and say if you be friends, That here the angry women's quarrels ends, What sayest thou Frank, does not this fallen out well? Why sir? Nic, Because it is the Proverb. Away ye Ass. Well said wisdom, God send thee wise children, I, so wish I, Frank, hark you? brother, now your wooings done, The next thing now you do, is for a son: I prithe, for I faith I should be glad, To have my self called Nuncle and thou Dad, Well ister, if that Francis play the man, My more her must be Grandam and you Mam, To if Francis, to it sister, God send ye joy, 'Tis fine to sing dansey my own sweet boy. Nay fie, de you jest on. I pray sir Ralph, what cheer shall we have? Come on. Ah you mad slave. To seek your son, who slipped away from her, To meet with Mall my sister in a place Where I appointed: and my mother too, Seek for my sister, so they both are gone, My mother hath a Torch, marry your wife Goes darkling up and down, and Coomes before her. Sirrah he means the soul of our bowl. Dick Coomes me thinks thou art very pleasant. When gotst thou this mirrie humour? Then you have been carousing hard, Thou art very welcome thither Dick. O this meat failer Dick, How well it's made apparel of his wit, And brought it into fashion of and honour, Prethe Dick Coomes but tell me how thou dost? Or serving man. Why where the devil hadst thou that word? Sirrah, he means the buttery bowls of beer. Peace do not mar his humour prithee Frank. Stay prithee Frank, Coomes dost thou hear? Why you fool, I am your friend. Whats she? Why hath he so many? Then thou art a witness to nine. Because he would speak truth, And proverbs yowl confess, are old said sooth. Mother. Oh change your mind My father bears more cordial love to you. I hope my father takes me for thus wise, I will not glew my self in love to one, That hath not some desert of virtue in him, What ere you think of him, believe me Father, He will be answerable to your thoughts, In any quality commendable. Father, awife? In faith good counsel Frank, what sayest thou to it? What backward gone? On then, Why this way. Nay, nay, make hast, it will be quickly night. But if we make not haste theile be a bed. No sweet pinckanie. This is the harmless chiding of that Dove, Well, you will still be cross, I tell ye sister, This Gentleman by all your friends consent, Must be your husband. Go to, stale maidenhead come down I say, You seventeen and upward, come come down, You'll stay till twenty else for the 'r wedding gown, Peace Francis, hark you sister, this I say, you know my mind, or answer I or nay, Wit & judgement hath resolved his mind, And he before ees what after he shall find, If such discretion then shall govern you, Vow love to him, heel do the Like to you. But sister softly, least my mother hear. Francis, indeed my sister I dare say, Was not determined to say thee nay, For this same tother thing, called maidenhead, Hangs by so small a hair or spiders thread, And worn so too with time, it must needs fallen, And Like a well lur'de hawk, she knows her call. Mother 'tis I. Beat him mother as I am true man, They were better beat the devil and his dam. Mother, I pray forbear, This match is for my sister. In troth she shall, and your unruly hate, Shall not rule us, weel end all this debate, By this begun devise. Frank, thy mother. I will, though it be very late and dark, My sister will endure it for a husband. I why not, come, come. Stay Frank, this pitch of Frenzy will defile thee, Meddle not with it, thy unreproved valour, Should be high minded: couch it not so low, Dost hear me? take occasion to slip hence, But secretly, let not thy mother see thee, At the backside there is a Cunny green, Stay there for me, and Mall and I will come to thee. Oh beware Frank, slip away Mall, You know what I told you, isle hold our mother's both in talk mean while: Mother and Mistress Barns, me thinks you should not stand in hatred so hard one with the other. She went in mother. I'll assure you no, my sister she went in, into the house, Old master Goursey, as I think 'tis he. Well, now will I to Frank and to my sister, Stand you two harkening near the cunny green, But sure your light in you must not b seen, Or else let Nicholas stand a far off with it, And as his life keep it from mistress Goursey, Shall this be done? How Like a beauteous Lady masked in black, Looks that same large circumference of heaven, The sky that was so fair three hours ago, Is in three hours become and Ethiop, And being angry at her beauteous change, She will not have one of those pearled stars, To blab her sable metamorphesis, 'Tis very dark, I did appoint my sister, To meet me at the cunny berry below, And Francis too, but neither can I see, Belike my mother happened on that place. And fraide them from it, and they both are now Wandering about the fields, how shall I find them? It is so dark, I scarce can see my hand, Why then I'll hollow for them, no not so, So will his voice betray him to our mother's, And if he answer, and bring them where he is. What shall I then do? it must not be so? Sbloud it must be so, how else I pray? Shall I stand gaping here all night till day? And then never the near, so ho, so ho. I have not been much private with that voice, Me think Frank Goursy talk and his does tell me, I am mistaken, especially by his bow, Frank had no bow, well, I will leave this sellow, And hollow somewhat farther in the fields, Dost thou hear fellow, I perceive by thee, That we are both mistaken, I took thee, For one thou art not, likewise thou tookest me, For sir Ralph Smith, but sure I am not he, And so farewell, I must go seek my friend, so ho: Will fool your man, will goose your man, My back sir scorns to wear your very. Yes I do. Art not thou I met withal before? Why sirrah thou art much deceived in me, Good faith I am not he thou thinkest I am. Why one that see kes one Francis and a wench. No I promise thee, nor did he look for any But thy self, as I could guess. What Will, how scapst thou? Nay, not hanging, but drowning, Wertenberg thou in a pond or a ditch? Father, Oh father I have herd them say. The days of ignorance are passed and done, But I am sure the nights of ignorance Are not yet passed, for this is one of them, But where my sister? Where Francis? Why this is fine. What neither he, nor I, nor she nor you, Nor I, nor she, nor you, and I ill now, Can meet, could meet, or never I think shall meet, Call you this oing, no 'tis Christmas sport of Hob ma ̄ blind All blind, all seek to catch, all miss: but who comes here? Why where you were not, but I pray wheres my sister? Sownes man, and if thou hadst been blind, The cunny-borow thou needest must find: I tell thee Francis had it been my case, And I had been a woer in thy place, I would have laid my head unto the ground, And scented out my wenches way Like a Hound: I would have crept upon my knees all night, And h we made the flint stones Links to give me light, Nay man I would. Yes, I'll do what I can, Father and Master Goursey both attend, It is presumption in so young a man, To teach where he might learn or be derect, Where he hath had direction but in duty. He may persuade as long as his perswase, Is backed with reason and a rightful suit, Physics first rule is this, as I have learned, Kill the effect by cutting of the cause, The same effects of ruffian outrages, Comes by the cause of malice in your wines, Had not they two been foes, you had been friends, And we had been at home, and this same war, In peaceful sleep had never been dreamed upon, Mother, and mistress Goursey to make them friends, Is to be friends your selves, you are the cause, And these effects proceed you know from you, Your hates give life unto these killing stri es, But die, and if that you in you, Father's yet stay, Oh speak, Oh stay a while, Francis persuade thy mother master Goursey, If that my mother will resolve your minds, That 'tis but mere suspect, not common proof, And if my father swears he's innocent, As I durst pawn my soul with him he is, And if your with e vow truth and constancy, Will you be then persuaded? Hark mother, now you hear that your desires, May be accomplished, they ill both be friends If you'll perform these articles. Why hark you mother. Hold you tongue. Come, come, she is with child of some odiest, And now she's sick till that she bring it forth, This same is women's most impatience, Yet mother I have often herd you say, That you have found my father temperate, And ever f ee from such affections. If that a man devoted to a man, Loyal, religious, in loves hallowed vows, If that a man that is soul laboursome, To workehis own thoughts to his friends delight, May purchase good opinion with his friend, Then I may say I have done this so well, That I may think Frank Goursey loves me well. Then father he shall have her he shall I swear. Yet stay, I have some hope. Mother, why mother, why hear you, Give me your hand, it is no more but thus, 'Tis easy labour to shake hands with her. A little breath is spent in speaking of fair words, When wrath hath violent delivered, All is one for that, I will go to him straight, Father if you would seek this seven years day, You could not find a match for her, And he shall have her, I swear he shall, He were as good be hanged as once deny her, I says I'll to him How now Frank, where hast thou been? Do you deliver this as your deed? God send you both good speed, Gods lord my mother Stend aside and closely too, least that you be espied, God be with you, isle b gone. Father I did, well Fr nke wilt thou believe me, Thou dost not know how much this same does grieve me Shall it be said thou missed so plain away, When as so fair a wench did for thee stay. So ho?