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Well wife, give but an inch, he takes an ell. What then? his nature, education, Composed him otherwise, you did your part To give him learning, which will make him know The good from evil: but his blooming youth May be corrupted by bad company; But that he seeks not, loves not, flies as much As in him lies, I heard't with comfort too, Else would I not. My dear, what would you do, Or not do, Women's witless wilful will, Is strange sometimes, with reason limitless. I will not tell you. Why? Because I will not. A reason reasonless, Women, Have oft such reason, for their wilfulness, whenas they overthwart their too kind husbands In things not mere indifferent, else What else? Sometimes we know more than our husbands think, And give advise worthy to be followed, Not to be scorned, or to be contemned In weighty matters, matters of estate, As 〈…〉 wife to great and Nero's mother too, Another Agrippina, less virtuous, But wise and politic, one that knew much, And that great Queen, the Queen of Caria, Nausolus' wife, the wonder of her time. And she whom former times near paralleled, She whom you named but now. O stay, my wife, Your mouth runs over, she makes all women proud; Are you so read in Roman Histories? And I not know it: Welcome to the town; we'll to your daughter straight, she'll be at home, I hope, where ere her thriving husband be. My back thin clothed, my belly thinner lined, Keeps out no cold, I like not I these planks, But when my belly is full of double Beer; Oh then I sleep like to mine Hostess Pigs, And feel no cold, nor hardness; Featherbeds, Stand further off, three stivers and a half, The can of English Beer: my money's spent; Pay days tomorrow: tut, hanggt, today, I'll shift, But yet were younker Harmants here; one can, My morning's draft were good; or if today Hans Beer-pot come to town: Oh furious Mars, he's come, his wagons yonder, now cocksure, For this whole day I am provided for. Good morrow Pasquill, where's my brother, where's That Younker? and the Sergeant Goodfellow. You are welcome sir, what M. Garland? is't you, you know my mind; one tooth is dry, Since yesternight I have not had one drink; I am so cold. Why dost not answer me? What did you say? sure I remember not; My wits want freshing. I will thrash them straight With good strong Beer, one cup will do no harm. Will drive cold out, and keep my belly warm. What rhyming so early, and thine eyes not Washed yet: but where is Younger Harmants? Where's his Companion, Sergeant Goodfellow? Fast asleep, his troubled head is so vexed With this world's cares. What both. The Sergeant, him Lonely mean, lies sleeping yet within; I'll call him to you, if you will go drink. Not else.
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Well wife, giue but an inch, hee takes an elue. What then? his nature, education, Compoſde him otherwiſe, you did your part To giue him learning, which will make him know The good from euill: but his blooming youth May be corrupted by bad company; But that he ſeekes not, loues not, flyes as much As in him lyes, I heard't with comfort too, Elſe would I not. My deare, what would you doe, Or not doe, Womens witleſſe wilfull will, Is ſtrange ſometimes, with reaſon limitleſſe. I will not tell you. Why? Becauſe I will not. A reaſon reaſonleſſe, Women, Haue oft ſuch reaſon, for their wilfulneſſe, When as they ouerth wart their too kind husbands In things not meere indifferent, elſe What elſe? Somtimes we know more then our husbands think, And giue aduiſe worthy to be followde, Not to be ſcorned, or to be contemnde In weighty matters, matters of eſtate, As wife to great ; and Neroes mother too, Another Agrippina, leſſe vertuous, But wiſe and politicke, one that knew much, And that great Queene, the Queene of Caria, Nauſolus wife, the wonder of her time. And ſhe whom former times nere paraleld, She whom you namde but now. O ſtay, my wife, Your mouth runs ore, ſhe makes all women proud; Are you ſo read in Romane Hiſtories? And I not know it: Welcome to the towne; Weele to your daughter ſtraight, ſheele be at home, I hope, where ere her thriuing husband be. My backe thin cloathde, my belly thinner linde, Keepes out no colde, I like not I theſe plankes, But when my belly is full of double Beere; Oh then I ſleepe like to mine Hoſteſſe Pigges, And feele no colde, nor hardneſſe; Feather-beds, Stand further off, three ſtiuers and a halfe, The canne of Engliſh Beere: my money's ſpent; Pay dayes to morrow: tut, hangt, to day, Ile ſhifte, But yet were younker Harmants here; one can, My mornings draught were good; or if to day Hans Beere-pot come to towne: Oh furious Mars, Hees come, his Waggons yonder, now cock-ſure, For this whole day I am prouided for. Good morrow Paſquill, where's my brother, where's That Younker? and the Serieant Goodfellow. You are welcome ſir, what M. Garland? I'ſt you, you know my mind; one tooth is drie, Since yeſternight I haue not had one drinke; I am ſo colde. Why doſt not anſwere me? What did you ſay? ſure I remember not; My wits want freſhing. I will thraſh them ſtreight With good ſtrong Beere, one cup will do no harm. Will driue cold out, and keep my belly warm. What riming ſo earely, and thine eyes not Waſhed yet: but where is Younger Harmants? Where's his Companion, Serieant Goodfellow? Faſt a ſleepe, his troubled head is ſo vext With this worlds cares. What both. The Serieant, him Lonely meane, lyes ſleeping yet within; Ile call him to you, if you will goe drinke. Not elſe.