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Who will not with Herocles playntly confess, That Mankind to Society is wholly adioynyng ? And in this Society nevertheless: Of worthy Wedlock took the beginning. Without the which, no City can stand Nor Household be perfect in any land. Pythagoras, Socrates, and Crates also Which truly were men of very small Substance As I hard my father tell long ago, Did take them wife's with a safe conscience: And dwelled together, supposing that they Were unto Philosophy, nother stop nor stay. yea what can be more according to kind Then a man to a woman himself to bind? Away with those therefore that Marriage despyst And of dangers thereof invent many lies. But what is he that cometh yonder, Do ye not think it is our man? Somewhat there is that he hasteth hither, For he makes asmuch speed as he can. Master there is a Stranger at home He would very fain with you talk: For until that to him you do come Forth of the doors he will not walk. Come on then my wife, if it be so, Let us depart hence for a season: For I am not well till I do know Of that man's coming the very reason. Let them go both, and do what they will And with communication fill their belly: For I by Saint George will tarry here still, In all my life I was never so weary. I have this day filled so many Pots With all manner wine, Ale, and Beer: That I wished their bellies full of bots Long of whom was made such cheer. What kinds of meat, both flesh and fish Have I poor knave to the table carried? From time to time dish after dish, My legs from going never ceased. What running had I for Apples and Nuts? What calling for Biskettes, Cumfettes and Caroweys? A vengeance said I, light on their guts That makes me to turn so many ways. What crying was there for Cards and Dice? What coysting, what ruffling made they within? I counted them all not greatly wife. For my head did almost ache with din. What babbling, what jangling was in the house? What quaffing, what bibbing with many a Cup? That some lay along as drunk as a Mouse Not able so much as their heads to hold up. What dancing, what leaping, what iumping about From bench to bench, and stool to stool? That I wondered their brains did not fall out When they so outrageously played the fool. What juggling was there upon the boards? What thrusting of knives through many a nose What bearing of Forms? what holding of swords? And putting of Botkyns through leg and hose? Yet for all that they called for drink, And said that they could not play for dry That many at me did nod and wink Because I should bring it by and by,
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¶ Who wyll not with Herocles playntly confeſſe, That Mankynde to Societie is wholly adioynyng And in this Societie neuertheleſſe: Of worthy Wedlocke tooke the begynnynge. Without the which, no Cytie can ſtande Nor Houſholde be perfecte in any lande. ¶ Pythagoras, Socrates, and Crates alſo Whiche truely were men of very ſmall Subſtaunce As I harde my father tell longe ago, Dyd take them wyfes with a ſafe conſcience: And dwelled togyther, ſuppoſynge that they Were vnto Philoſophy, nother ſtoppe nor ſtaye. ¶ yea what can be more accordynge to kynde Then a man to a woman hym ſelfe to bynde? ¶ Awaye with thoſe therfore that Mariage deſpyſt And of daungers therof inuent many lyes. ¶ But what is he that commeth yonder, Do ye not thinke it is our man? Somewhat there is that he haſteth hyther, For he makes aſmuche ſpeed as he can. ¶ Mayſter there is a Straunger at home He wolde very fayne with you talke: For vntyll that to hym you do come Forth of the doores he wyll not walke. ¶ Come on then my wyfe, if it be ſo, Let vs departe hence for a ſeaſon: For I am not well tyll I do knowe Of that mannes commynge the very reaſon. ¶ Let them go bothe, and do what they wyll And with communicacion fyll their bealy: For I by Sainct George wyll tary here ſtyll, In all my lyfe I was neuer ſo werye. I haue this daye fylled ſo many Pottes With all maner wyne, Ale, and Beere: That I wyſſhed their bealyes full of Bottes Longe of whom was made ſuche cheare. What kyndes of meate, both fleſſhe and fyſhe Haue I poore knaue to the table caryed? From tyme to tyme dyſſhe after dyſſhe, My legges from goynge neuer ceaſed. What runnynge had I for Apples and Nuttes? What callyng for Biſkettes, Cumfettes and Caroweies? A vengeaunce ſayde I, lyght on their guttes That makes me to turne ſo many wayes. What cryinge was there for Cardes and Dice? What coyſtynge, what rufflynge made they within? I counted them all not greatly wyfe. For my head dyd almoſt ake with dyn. What bablyng, what ianglynge was in the houſe? What quaffyng, what bybbyng with many a Cuppe? That ſome laye alonge as dronke as a Mouſe Not able ſo much as their heades to holde vp. What daunſynge, what leapyng, what iumpyng about From benche to benche, and ſtoole to ſtoole? That I wondered their braynes dyd not fall out When they ſo out ragiouſly playde the foole. What iuglyng was there vpon the boordes? What thruſtyng of knyues throughe many a noſe What bearinge of Formes? what holdinge of Swordes? And puttynge of Botkyns throughe legge and hoſe? Yet for all that they called for dryncke, And ſayde that they coulde not playe for drye That many at me dyd nodde and wynke Bycauſe I ſhoulde brynge it by and by,