Satirycall dialogve or a sharplye-invectiue conference, betweene Allexander the great, and that truelye woman-hater Diogynes [by William Goddard] |
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Allexander.
Come, come Diogenes, although those three
In private mirthe exceeded modestie
Yet you doe Ill t'accuse soe gennerall;
Cause one is badd therefore must they be all?
In soe concludinge, very Ill you doe
Noe man soe gen'rallie, concludes but you.
Diogynes.
And by your leaue sir Il'e conclude soe still
Where one of them is good tenn thowsand's Ill
What I haue saide, I will re-saie agen
Wer't not for them, oh blessed were we men
Into vs men, they eate as rust and moathes
Eates into Iron, and the fynest cloathes
Thou seest this riv'led hollowe-eyd face of mine
Thoudst little thinke it has beene dect-vp fyne,
And tricklie trym'd-vp in a womans guise
Onelie to dive into their knaueries
But dust thou heare (I speake it to their praise)
I haue a mary'd wife beene in my daies
At least wise like one, for th'eile yet confesse
They once tooke old Diogines for noe lesse:
Noe burned dublett, on my back I bore
A gowne downe to my heeles (wif-like) I wore
And such attire, this head of myne did beare
As mary'd wiues in those daies vsd to weare
Then to my chynn, noe brislye haires were knowne
Nay't had not entertayned anie downe
But twas soe soft, soe sleek, as each man sayd
When I past by, there goes a wife or maide:
My curled looks, hang in a careles guize
With which the wynd did plaie in wanton wise
Like to a wanton, I was trymlie drest
But why I was soe, there consists the iest.
Allexander.
Why wast thou soe? I pry thee Cynnick tell:
Till thou haste told it, I shall nere be well.
Diogines.
Why then be Ill: in sooth 'tis not my liste
To make thee laughe: for I'me a Satyrist:
Againe thy companie, I doe brooke soe Ill
As I would haue thee gone, had I my will
Allexander.
Why tel't mee then, and instantlie shalt see
I will departe, and gett me hence from thee.
Diogynes.
On that condition I will telt: why knowe
This was the cause I went disguised soe
The Dames of Athens merrye wenches be
And vnto meetings giv'n-are much you see
To gossip't with them, I did long time longe
To heare the verdict of eache womans tongue
For well knewe I when wiues are gott with wiues
There's tryalls to be heard, of husbands liues
False accusations, cruell Iudgments then,
(Vnmercy fullie) passe vppon poore men
To heare all which (tooth hazard of my life)
I tooke on mee, the habitt of a wife:
And well I womand' it when I did walk
But when at table, I were sett to talk
Then did my tongue betraye me; for I trowe
It prou'd a Iade in pace; t'was dull and slowe:
I mumping satt: I could not for my life
Make my tongue gallopp, like a marry'd wife
Twas cause I lackt theire arte to spur it vp
Euer anan with a full sugerd' cupp.
Yet wind I it the best that I could doe
And nowe and then raild on my husband too:
But marke mee nowe; nowe to my tale I goe.
Come, come Diogenes, although those three
In private mirthe exceeded modestie
Yet you doe Ill t'accuse soe gennerall;
Cause one is badd therefore must they be all?
In soe concludinge, very Ill you doe
Noe man soe gen'rallie, concludes but you.
And by your leaue sir Il'e conclude soe still
Where one of them is good tenn thowsand's Ill
What I haue saide, I will re-saie agen
Wer't not for them, oh blessed were we men
Into vs men, they eate as rust and moathes
Eates into Iron, and the fynest cloathes
Thou seest this riv'led hollowe-eyd face of mine
Thoudst little thinke it has beene dect-vp fyne,
And tricklie trym'd-vp in a womans guise
Onelie to dive into their knaueries
But dust thou heare (I speake it to their praise)
I haue a mary'd wife beene in my daies
At least wise like one, for th'eile yet confesse
They once tooke old Diogines for noe lesse:
Noe burned dublett, on my back I bore
A gowne downe to my heeles (wif-like) I wore
And such attire, this head of myne did beare
As mary'd wiues in those daies vsd to weare
Then to my chynn, noe brislye haires were knowne
Nay't had not entertayned anie downe
But twas soe soft, soe sleek, as each man sayd
When I past by, there goes a wife or maide:
My curled looks, hang in a careles guize
With which the wynd did plaie in wanton wise
Like to a wanton, I was trymlie drest
But why I was soe, there consists the iest.
Allexander.
Why wast thou soe? I pry thee Cynnick tell:
Till thou haste told it, I shall nere be well.
Diogines.
Why then be Ill: in sooth 'tis not my liste
To make thee laughe: for I'me a Satyrist:
As I would haue thee gone, had I my will
Allexander.
Why tel't mee then, and instantlie shalt see
I will departe, and gett me hence from thee.
Diogynes.
On that condition I will telt: why knowe
This was the cause I went disguised soe
The Dames of Athens merrye wenches be
And vnto meetings giv'n-are much you see
To gossip't with them, I did long time longe
To heare the verdict of eache womans tongue
For well knewe I when wiues are gott with wiues
There's tryalls to be heard, of husbands liues
False accusations, cruell Iudgments then,
(Vnmercy fullie) passe vppon poore men
To heare all which (tooth hazard of my life)
I tooke on mee, the habitt of a wife:
And well I womand' it when I did walk
But when at table, I were sett to talk
Then did my tongue betraye me; for I trowe
It prou'd a Iade in pace; t'was dull and slowe:
I mumping satt: I could not for my life
Make my tongue gallopp, like a marry'd wife
Twas cause I lackt theire arte to spur it vp
Euer anan with a full sugerd' cupp.
Yet wind I it the best that I could doe
And nowe and then raild on my husband too:
But marke mee nowe; nowe to my tale I goe.
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