A pleasant Comedie of the two
If her husband aske her why, say for I will,
Haue I chid men for vnmanly choyse,
That would not sit their yeares, haue I seene thee
Pupell such greene yong things, and with thy counsell,
Tutor their wits, and art thou now infected,
With this disease of imperfection,
I blush for thee ashamed at thy shame.
Haue I chid men for vnmanly choyse,
That would not sit their yeares, haue I seene thee
Pupell such greene yong things, and with thy counsell,
Tutor their wits, and art thou now infected,
With this disease of imperfection,
I blush for thee ashamed at thy shame.
Mi. Bar. A shame on her, that makes thee rate me so,
M. Bar O black mouth'd rage, thy breath is boysterous,
And thou makst vertue shake at this high storme,
Shees of good report, I know thou knowst it.
And thou makst vertue shake at this high storme,
Shees of good report, I know thou knowst it.
Mi. Bar. She is not, nor I know not, but I know
That thou dost loue her, therefore thinkst her so,
Thou bearst with her, because she beares with thee:
Thou mayst be ashamed to stand in her defence,
She is a strumpet, and thou art no honest man
To stand in her defence against thy wife,
If I catch her in my walke now by Cockes bones,
Ile scratch out both her eyes.
That thou dost loue her, therefore thinkst her so,
Thou bearst with her, because she beares with thee:
Thou mayst be ashamed to stand in her defence,
She is a strumpet, and thou art no honest man
To stand in her defence against thy wife,
If I catch her in my walke now by Cockes bones,
Ile scratch out both her eyes.
M. Bar. O God!
Mi. Bar. Nay neuer say O God for the matter,
Thou art the cause, thou badst her to my house,
Onely to bleare the eyes of Goursey, didst not?
But I wil send him word I warrant thee,
And ere I sleepe to, trust vpon it sir. >>Exit.
Thou art the cause, thou badst her to my house,
Onely to bleare the eyes of Goursey, didst not?
But I wil send him word I warrant thee,
And ere I sleepe to, trust vpon it sir. >>Exit.
M. Bar. Me thinks this is a mighty fault in her,
I could be angry with her: O if I be so,
I shall but put a Linke vnto a Torche,
And so giue greater light to see her fault:
Ile rather smother it in melancholly,
Nay, wisedome bids me shunne that passion,
Then I will studie for a remedy,
I haue a daughter now heauen inuocate,
She be not of like spirit as her mother,
If so sheel be a plague vnto her husband,
If that he be not patient and discreet,
For that I hold the ease of all such trouble,
Well, well, I would my daughter had a husband,
I could be angry with her: O if I be so,
I shall but put a Linke vnto a Torche,
And so giue greater light to see her fault:
Ile rather smother it in melancholly,
Nay, wisedome bids me shunne that passion,
Then I will studie for a remedy,
I haue a daughter now heauen inuocate,
She be not of like spirit as her mother,
If so sheel be a plague vnto her husband,
If that he be not patient and discreet,
For that I hold the ease of all such trouble,
Well, well, I would my daughter had a husband,
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