good to kill Ra. Yes venson Ladie La. No indeed nor them Life is as deere in Deare as t is in men Ra. But they are kild for sport La. But that 's bad play When they are made to sport their liues away Ra. T is fine to see the runne La. What out of breath They runne but ill that runne themselues to death Ra. They might make then lesse hast keep their winde La. Why then they see the hounds brings death behinde Rap. Then t were as good for them at first to stay As to run long and run their liues away La. I but the stoutest of you all that 's here Would run from death and nimbly scud for feare Now by my troth I pittie those poore elfes Ra. Well they haue made vs but bad sport to day La. Yes t was my sport to see them scape away Will I wish that I had beene at one Bucks fall La. Out thou wood-tyrant thou art worst of all Wil A woodman Ladie but no tyrant I La. Yes tyrant-like thou louest to see liues dye Ra. Lady no more I do not like this lucke To hunt all day and yet not kill a Buck Well it is late but yet I sweare I will Stay heere all night but I a Buck will kill La. All night nay good sir Raph Smith do not so Ra. Content ye Ladie Will go fetch my bow A berrie of faire Roes I saw to day Downe by the groues and there I le take my stand And shoote at one God send a luckie hand La. Will ye not then sir Raph go home with me Ra. No but my men shall beare thee company Sirs man her home Will bid the Huntmen couple And bid them well reward their hounds to night Ladie farewell Will hast ye with the Bow I le stay for thee heere by the groue below Wil. I will but t will be darke I shall not see How shal I see ye then Ra. Why hollo to me and I wil answer thee Wil. Enough I wil Raph. Farewel Exit La. How willingly doost thou consent to go To fetch thy maister that same killing bow Wil. Guiltie of death I willing am in this Because t was our ill haps to day to misse To hunt and not to kill is hunters sorrow Come Ladie wee l haue venson ere tomorrow Exeunt Enter Philip and Franke Phil. Come Franke now are we hard by the house But how now sad Fran. No to studie how to woe thy sister Phil. How man how to woe her why no matter how I am sure thou wilt not be ashamed to woe Thy cheekes not subiect to a childish blush Thou hast a better warrant by thy wit I know thy oratorie can vnfold Quicke inuention plausible discourse And set such painted beautie on thy tongue As it shall rauish euery maiden sence For Franke thou art not like the russet youth I tolde thee of that went to woe a wench And being full stuft vp with fallow wit And meddow matter askt the pretty maide How they solde corne last market day with them Saying indeed t was very deare wit them And do ye heare he had not need doe so For she will Francis throwly trie your wit Sirra shee l bow the mettall of your wits And if they cracke she will not hold ye currant Nay she will way your wits as men may angels And if I lacke a graine she will not chanke with ye I cannot speake it but in passion She is a wicked wench to make a iest Aye me how full of floutes and mockes she is Fran. Some Aquavitae reason to recouer This sicke discourser soond not prethy Philip Tush tush I do not thinke her as thou saiest Perhaps shee s opinions darling Phillip Wise in repute the crowes bird o my friend Some iudgements slaue themselues to small desart And wondernize the birth of common wit When their wone straungenes do but make that strange And their ill errors do but make that good And why should men debase to make that good Perhaps such admiration winnes her wit Phil. Well I am glad to heare this bold prepare For this encounter forward hardy Franke Yonder 's the window with the candle in t Belike shee s putting on her night attire I told ye Franke t was late well I will call her Mary softly that my mother may not heare Mall sister Mall Enter Mall in the window Mal. How now whos 's there Phil. T is I Mal. T is I who I I quoth the dogge or what A christ crosse rowel Phi. No sweete pinckanie Mal. O i st you wilde oates Phil. I forsooth wanton Mal. Well said scape-thrift Fran. Philip be these your vsuall best salutes Phi. This is the harmlesse chiding of that Doue Fran. Doue one of those that drawe the Queene of loue Mal. How now Whos 's that brother whos 's that with ye Phil. A Gentleman my friend Mal. Beladie he hath a pure wit Fran. How meanes your holy iudgement Mal. O well put in sir Fran. Vp you would say Mal. Well climde Gentleman I pray sir tell me do you carte the queene of loue Fran. Not cart her but couch her in your eye And a fit place for gentle loue to lye Mal. I but me thinkes you speake without the booke To place a sower wheele waggon in my looke Where will you haue roome to haue the coach-man sit Fran. Nay that were but small manners and not fit His dutie is before you bare to stand Hauing a lustie whipstocke in his hand Ma. The place is voide will you prouide me one Fra. And if you please I will supply the roome Mal. But are ye cunning in the Carmans lash And can ye whistle well Fran. Yes I can well direct the coache of loue Mal. Ah cruell carter would you whip a doue Phil. Harke ye sister Mal. Nay but harke ye brother Whose white boy is that same know ye his mother Phil. He is a Gentleman of a good house Mal. Why is his house of gold is it not made of lyme and stone like this Phil. I meane hee s well descended Mal. God be thanked Did he descend some steeple or some ladder Phi. Well you will still be crosse I tell yee sister This Gentleman by all your friends consent Must be your husband Mal. Nay not all some sing another note My mother will say no I holde a groate But I thought t was somewhat he would be a carter He hath beene whipping lately some blinde beare And now he would seeke the blinde boy heere with vs Phil. Well do you heare you sister mistresse would haue You that do long for somwhat I know what My father tolde me go too I le tell all If ye be crosse do ye heare me I haue labourd A yeares worke in this afternoone for ye Come from your cloyster votarie chase Nun Come downe and kisse Franke Gourseys mothers sonne Mal. Kisse him I pray Phi. Go to stale maidenhead come downe I say You seuenteene and vpward come come downe You 'l
it no you shall not haue it M. Gou. Shall I not haue it introth I le try that Minion I le hau'te shall I not hau'te I am loath Go too take pausment be aduisde Infaith I will and stand not long vpon it A woman of your yeares I am ashamde A couple of so long continuance Should thus Gods foote I cry God hartely mercy Go to ye vex me and I le vexe ye for it Before I leaue ye I will make ye glad To tender it on your knees heare ye I will I will What worse and worse stomacke giue ye faith Shall I be crost by you in my olde age And where I should haue greatest comfort to A nursse of you nurste in the diuels name Go to mistris by Gods precious deere If ye delaie Mi. Gou. Lord Lord why in what a fit Are you in husband so inrag'd so moou'd And for so slight a cause to read a letter Did this letter loue conteine my death Should you denie my sight of it I would not Not see my sorrow not eschew my danger But willinglie yeeld me a patient Vnto the doome that your displeasure gaue Heere is the letter not for that your incensment Makes me make offer of it but your health Which anger I doe feare hath erasd And viper like hath suckt away the bloud That wont was to be cheerefull in this cheeke How pale yee looke M. Gou. Pale can yee blame me for it I tell you true An easie matter could not thus haue moou'd me Well this resignement and so foorth but woman This fortnight shall I not forget yee for it Ha ha I see that roughnes can doe somwhat I did not thinke good faith I could haue set So sower a face vpon it and to her My bed embracer my right bosome friend I would not that she should haue seene the letter As poore a man as I am by my troth For twenty pound well I am glad I haue it Ha here 's a doe about a thing of nothing What stomack ha t is happy your come downe Exit Mi. Gou. Well craftie Fox I le hunt ye by my troth Deale ye so closely well I see his drift He would not let me see the letter least That I should crosse the match and I will crosse it Ent. Comes Dicke Coomes Coom. Forsooth Mis. Gour. Come hether Dicke thou art a man I loue And one whom I haue much in my regarde Coo. I thanke ye for it mistris I thanke ye for it Mi. Gou. Nay heer 's my hand I will do very much for thee If ere thou standst in need of me Thou shal not lack whilst thou hast a day to liue Money apparrell Coo. And sword and Bucklers Mis. Gou. And sword and Bucklers too my gallant Dick So thou wilt vse but this in my defence Coom. This no faith I haue no minde to this breake my head if this breake not if we come to any tough play nay mistres I had a sword I the flower of smithfield for a sword a right Fox I faith with that a man had come ouer with a smooth and a sharpe stroke it would haue cried twang then when I had doubled my point traste my ground and had carried my buckler before me like a garden But and then come in with a crosse blowe ouer the picke of his buckler two elles long it would haue cryed twang twang mettle mettle but a dogge hath his day t is gone and there are few good ones made now I see by this dearth of good swords that dearth of sword and Buckler fight begins to grow out I am sorry for it I shall neuer see good manhood againe if it be once gone this poking fight of rapier and dagger will come vp then then a man a tall man a good sword and buckler man will be spitted like a Cat or a cunney then a boy will be as good as a man vnlesse the Lord shew mercie vnto vs well I had as heue be hanged as liue to see that day wel mistres what shal I do what shal I do Mis Gour. Why this braue Dicke Thou knowest that Gourseys wife and I am foes Now man me to her house And though it be darke Dicke yet wee le haue no light Least that thy maister should preuent our iourney By seeing our depart then when we come And if that she and I do fall to words Set in thy foote and quarrell with her men Draw fight strike hurt but do not kill the slaues And make as though thou struckst at a man And hit her and thou canst a plague vpon her She hath misusde me Dicke wilt thou do this Coom. Yes mistresse I will strike her men but God forbid That ere Dicke Coomes should be seene to strike a woman Mi. Gour. Why she is mankind therefore thou maist strike her Coom. Mankinde nay and she haue any part of a man I le strike her I warrant Mr Gour. That 's my good Dicke that 's my sweet Dicke Coom. Swones who would not be a man of valour to haue such words of a Gentlewoman one of their wordes are more to me then twentie of these russet coates Cheese-cake and buttermakers well I thanke God I am none of these cowards well and a man haue any vertue in him I see he shall be regarded Mi. Gour. Art thou resolued Dicke wilt thou do this for me and it thou wilt here is an earnest penny of that riche guerdon I do meane to giue thee Coom. An angell mistresse let me see stand you on my left hand and let the angell lye on my buckler on my right hand for feare of losing now heere stand I to be tempted they say euery man hath two spirits attending on him eyther good or bad now I say a man hath no other spirits but eyther his wealth or his wife now which is the better of them why that is as they are vsed for vse neither of them well and they are both nought but this is a miracle to me that golde that is heauie hath the vpper and a woman that is light dooth soonest fall considering that light things aspire and heauie things soonest go downe but leaue these considerations to sir Iohn they become a blacke coate better then a blew well mistresse I had no minde to daye to quarrell but a woman is made to be a mans seducer you say quarrell Mi. Gou. I. Coom There speakes an angell is it good Mis. Gou. I Coom. Then I cannot doe amisse the good angel goes with me Exeunt Enter sir Raph Smith his Lady and Will S. Raph. Come on my harts I faith it is ill lucke To hunt all day and not kill any thing What sayest thou Lady art thou weary yet La. I must not say so sir S. Ra. Although thou art Wil. And can you blame her to be foorth so long And see no better sport Ra. Good faith t was very hard La. No t was not ill Because you know it is not
not yet past for this is one of them But where 's my sister M. Bar. Why we cannot tell Phi. VVhere 's Francis M Gour. Neither saw we him Phi. VVhy this is fine VVhat neither he nor I nor she nor you Nor I nor she nor you and I will now Can meet could meet or nere I thinke shall meete Cal ye this woing no t is Christmas sport of Hob mā blind All blind all seek to catch all misse but who comes heere Enter Franke and his Boye Fra. O haue I catcht yee sir it was your dooing That made me haue this pritty daunce to night Had not you spoake my mother had not scard me But I will swinge ye for it Phil. Keepe the Kings peace Fran How art thou become a Constable VVhy Phillip where hast thou bin all this while Phi. Why where you were not but I pray wher 's my sister Fran. Why man I saw her not but I haue sought her as I should seeke Phil. A needle haue yee not Why you man are the needle that she seekes To worke withall well Francis do you heere You must not answere so that you haue sought her But haue yee found her faith and if you haue God giue yee ioy of that ye found with her Fra I saw her not how could I finde her M. Gou. Why could yee misse form Maister Barnses house vnto his Cunnyberry Fran. Whether I could or no father I did Phill. Father I did well Franke wilt thou beleeue me Thou dost not know how much this same doth greeue me Shall it be said thou mist so plaine away When as so faire a wenche did for thee stay Fra, Sownes man Phi. Sownes man and if thou hadst bin blinde The cunny-borow thou needst must finde I tell thee Francis had it bin my case And I had bin a woer in thy place I would haue laide my head vnto the ground And sented out my wenches way like a Hound I would haue crept vpon my knees all night And haue made the flint stones Linckes to giue me light Nay man I would Fran. Good Lord what you would doe Well we shall see one day how you can woe M. Gou. Come come we see that we haue all bin crost Therefore le ts go and seeke them we haue lost Exeunt Enter Mal. Am I alone doth not my mother come Her torch I see not which I well might see If any way she were comming toward me VVhy then belike shee s gone some other way And may she go till I bid her turne Farre shall her way be then and little faire For she hath hindered me of my good turne God send her wet and wearie ere the turne I had beene at Oxenford and to morrow Haue beene releast from all my maidens sorrow And tasted ioy had not my mother bin God I beseech thee make it her worst sinne How many maides this night lyes in their beds And dreame that they haue lost their maidenheads Such dreames such slumbers I had to enioyde If waking mallice had not them destroide A starued man with double death doth dye To haue the meate might saue him in his eye And may not haue it so am I tormented To starue for ioy I see yet am preuented VVell Franke although thou woedst and quickly wonne Yet shall my loue to thee be neuer done I le run through hedge and ditch through brakes briers To come to thee sole Lord of my desires Short woing is the best an houre not yeares For long debating loue is full of feares But hearke I heare one tread o wert my brother Or Franke or any man but not my mother S. Rap. O when will this same yeare of night haue end Long lookt for daies sunne when wilt thou ascend Let not this theese friend misty vale of night Incroach on day and shadow thy faire light Whilst thou com'st tardy from my Thetes bed Blushing foorth golden haire and glorious red O stay not long bright lanthorne of the day To light my mist way feete to my right way Mall It is a man his big voice tels me so Much am I not acquainted with it tho And yet mine eare sounds true distinguisher Boyes that I haue been more familiar With it then now I am well I doe iudge It is not enuies fellon not of grudge Therefore I le plead acquaintance hyer his guiding And buy of him some place of close abiding Till that my mothers mallice be expired And we may ioy in that is long desired whoses there Ra. Are ye a maide no question this is she My man doth misse faith since she lights on me I doe not meane till day to let her goe For what she is my mans loue I will know Harke ye mayde if mayde are ye so light That you can see to wander in the night Mal. Harke ye true man if true I tell you no I cannot see at all which way I goe Ra. Fayre mayde i st so say had ye nere a fall Mal Fayre man not so no I had none at all Ra. Could you not stumble on one man I pray Mal. No no such blocke till now came in my way Ra. Am I that blocke sweet tripe then fall and try Ma. The grounds too hard a feather-bed not I Ra. Why how and you had met with such a stumpe Mal. Why if he had been your height I meant to iumpe Ra. Are ye so nimble Mal. Nimble as a Doe Ra. Backt in a pye Mal. Of ye Ra. Good meate ye know Mal Ye hunt sometimes Ra. I do Mal. What take ye Ra. Deare Mall You 'l nere strike rascall Ra. Yes when ye art there Mal. Will ye strike me Ra. Yes will ye strike againe Mall No sir it fits not maides to fight with men Ra. I wonder wench how I thy name might know Mall Why you may finde it in the Christcrosse row Ra. Be my Schoolemistresse teach me how to spell it Mall No faith I care not greatly if I tell it My name is Marie Barnes Ra. How wench Mall Barnes Mal. The verie same Rap. Why this is strange Mal. I pray sir what 's youre name Raph. Why sir Raph Smith doth wonder wench at this Why what 's the cause thou art abroad so late Mal. What sir Raph Smith nay then I will disclose All the hole cause to him in him repose My hopes my loue God him I hope did send Our loues and both our mothers hates to end Gentle sir Raph if you my blush might see You then would say I am ashamed to be Found like a wandring stray by such a knight So farre from home at such a time of night But my excuse is good loue first by fate Is crost controuled and sundered by fell hate Franke Goursey is my loue and he loues me But both our mothers hate and disagree Our fathers like the match and wish it don And so it had had not our mothers come To Oxford we concluded both to go Going to meete they came we parted so