1338Post. Is there no way for Men to be, but Women

1339Must be halfe-workers? We are all Bastards,

1340And that most venerable man, which I

1341Did call my Father, was, I know not where

1342When I was stampt. Some Coyner with his Tooles

1343Made me a counterfeit: yet my Mother seem'd

1344The Dian of that time: so doth my Wife

1345The Non-pareill of this. Oh Vengeance, Vengeance!

1346Me of my lawfull pleasure she restrain'd,

1347And pray'd me oft forbearance: did it with

1348A pudencie so Rosie, the sweet view on't

1349Might well haue warm'd olde Saturne;

1350That I thought her

1351As Chaste, as vn-Sunn'd Snow. Oh, all the Diuels!

1352This yellow Iachimo in an houre, was't not?

aaa2 Or

1353Or lesse; at first? Perchance he spoke not, but

1354Like a full Acorn'd Boare, a Iarmen on,

1355Cry'de oh, and mounted; found no opposition

1356But what he look'd for, should oppose, and she

1357Should from encounter guard. Could I finde out

1358The Womans part in me, for there's no motion

1359That tends to vice in man, but I affirme

1360It is the Womans part: be it Lying, note it,

1361The womans: Flattering, hers; Deceiuing, hers:

1362Lust, and ranke thoughts, hers, hers: Reuenges hers:

1363Ambitions, Couetings, change of Prides, Disdaine,

1364Nice-longing, Slanders, Mutability;

1365All Faults that name, nay, that Hell knowes,

1366Why hers, in part, or all: but rather all. For euen to Vice

1367They are not constant, but are changing still;

1368One Vice, but of a minute old, for one

1369Not halfe so old as that. Ile write against them,

1370Detest them, curse them: yet 'tis greater Skill

1371In a true Hate, to pray they haue their will:

1372The very Diuels cannot plague them better. Exit.