 | Svvetnam, the VVoman-hater, arraigned by women |  |
Enter Iago and Sforza, seuerall.
Sfor.
Health to your Honour.
Iag.
Noble Sforza, thankes.
Sfor.
Haue you not heard the newes?
Iag.
Of what, my Lord?
Sfor.
Lisandro, and the Princesse.
Iag.
Not as yet.
Sfor.
Then I'le resolue you.
Iag.
Pray you doe, my Lord.
Sfor.
The Aduocates both vsed their vtmost skill,
To iustifie and quit the Sex they stood for,
With arguments, and reasons so profound
On eyther side, that it was hard to say,
Which way the scale of Iustice would incline.
Iag.
I ioy to heare it; And to say the truth,
Both Sexes equally should beare the blame;
For both offend alike. But pray' proceed.
Sfor.
At length, the Aduocate that stood for vs,
Preuail'd so farre, with his forc'd Oratorie,
The Lord Nicanor too, abetting him,
That maugre all the Amazonians wit,
Which was (indeed) beyond expression,
The sentence past against the female Sex;
And the poore Princesse is adiudg'd to death.
Iag.
The Heauens forbid! The Princesse doom'd to die?
Sfor.
Too true, my Lord: I heard the words pronounc'd.
Iag.
A sentence most vniust, and tyrannous.
Where's the Detractor?
Sfor.
Crown'd with Victorie,
And intertain'd with Triumph.
Iag.
That iust Heauen
Should suffer such an impious wretch to liue!
I must goe looke the Princesse; when must she dye?
Sfor.
To morrow's Sun beholds a daughters fall.
Iag.
A Sunne must rise to night, to dimme that Sunne,
From the beholding such a horrid deed.
'Twas cruell in a King, for such a fact;
But in a Father, it is tyrannie.
Enter Misogynos.
Sfor.
Forbeare, my Lord, the times are dangerous.
See! here's the Champion.
Iag.
Looke how the Slaue glories in his conquest,
How insolent he stalkes!
Shall we indure such saucie impudence?
Sfor.
Put vp, put vp, my Lord,
He is not worth our indignation:
Let vs a-while obserue him for some sport.
Enter Scanfordoe.
Scan.
My noble Fencer, I congratulate
Your braue atchieuements in the last dayes triumph.
Mis.
I thanke you, Scholler. Was't not brauely done?
Scanf.
Done like thy selfe: the spirits of Mantua
And old Diogenes doubled in thee.
Mis.
I thinke, I haue giuen
The Female reputation such a wound,
Will not be cured in haste.
Enter two Gentlemen.
Iag.
Ha, ha, ha, ha; Pernicious slaue.
1. Gent.
Worthie Misogynos.
2. Gent.
Noble Champion,
We doe applaud
Your merit, in the report
Of your late conquest.
Mis.
Thanke you, Gentlemen;
Truth will preuaile, you see.
I speake not for my selfe, in my owne quarrel;
But the generall good of all men in the world.
1. Gent.
We know it, Sir.
Iag.
Degenerate Monster, how he iustifies
His slandrous forgeries?
Mis.
But, Gentlemen,
How goes the rumour?
What do's the Multitude report of mee?
1. Gent.
Oh Sir, the Men applaud you infinitely;
But the Women—
Mis.
I respect not them:
Their curses are my prayers.
Iag.
Oh damn'd Rogue!
1. Gent.
If you'le be rul'd by me, go shew your selfe
Amongst them all in publique: O'twill fret
Their very galls in pieces.
Iag.
That was well.
Some body second that, and we shall see
Excellent pastime; for they'le ne'r indure
His sight with any patience.
Scanf.
Doe i'faith,
That they may see you haue conquer'd.
Mis.
And I will.
But should they grow outragious—
2. Gent.
Feare not that: we'le all along with ye.
Mis.
Will you conduct me safe vnto my Schoole?
Scan.
I, I, we'le be your Gard.
Exeunt.
Sfor.
Oh what a Coward 'tis?
Iag.
You doe him wrong:
He fights not with his hands, but with his tongue.
Why doe I trifle time? I'le to the Court;
This crueltie afflicts my very soule.
Good my Lord, ioyne with me; we'le to the King,
And see if wee can alter this decree.
Oh 'tis a royall Princesse, faire, and chaste!
Sfor.
But her disdaine, my Lord, hath bin the cause
Of many hopefull Youths vntimely end;
'Tis that has harden'd both the Commons hearts,
And many a noble Peeres.
Iag.
Why, what of that?
It is not fit affection should be forc'd:
Let's kneele vnto his Grace for her release.
Iustice (like Lightning) euer should appeare
To few mens ruine, but to all mens feare.
Exit.
Sfor.
Health to your Honour.
Iag.
Noble Sforza, thankes.
Sfor.
Haue you not heard the newes?
Iag.
Of what, my Lord?
Sfor.
Lisandro, and the Princesse.
Iag.
Not as yet.
Sfor.
Then I'le resolue you.
Iag.
Pray you doe, my Lord.
Sfor.
The Aduocates both vsed their vtmost skill,
To iustifie and quit the Sex they stood for,
With arguments, and reasons so profound
On eyther side, that it was hard to say,
Which way the scale of Iustice would incline.
Iag.
I ioy to heare it; And to say the truth,
Both Sexes equally should beare the blame;
For both offend alike. But pray' proceed.
Sfor.
At length, the Aduocate that stood for vs,
Preuail'd so farre, with his forc'd Oratorie,
The Lord Nicanor too, abetting him,
That maugre all the Amazonians wit,
Which was (indeed) beyond expression,
The sentence past against the female Sex;
And the poore Princesse is adiudg'd to death.
Iag.
The Heauens forbid! The Princesse doom'd to die?
Sfor.
Too true, my Lord: I heard the words pronounc'd.
Iag.
A sentence most vniust, and tyrannous.
Where's the Detractor?
Sfor.
Crown'd with Victorie,
And intertain'd with Triumph.
That iust Heauen
Should suffer such an impious wretch to liue!
I must goe looke the Princesse; when must she dye?
Sfor.
To morrow's Sun beholds a daughters fall.
Iag.
A Sunne must rise to night, to dimme that Sunne,
From the beholding such a horrid deed.
'Twas cruell in a King, for such a fact;
But in a Father, it is tyrannie.
Enter Misogynos.
Sfor.
Forbeare, my Lord, the times are dangerous.
See! here's the Champion.
Iag.
Looke how the Slaue glories in his conquest,
How insolent he stalkes!
Shall we indure such saucie impudence?
Sfor.
Put vp, put vp, my Lord,
He is not worth our indignation:
Let vs a-while obserue him for some sport.
Enter Scanfordoe.
Scan.
My noble Fencer, I congratulate
Your braue atchieuements in the last dayes triumph.
Mis.
I thanke you, Scholler. Was't not brauely done?
Scanf.
Done like thy selfe: the spirits of Mantua
And old Diogenes doubled in thee.
Mis.
I thinke, I haue giuen
The Female reputation such a wound,
Will not be cured in haste.
Enter two Gentlemen.
Iag.
Ha, ha, ha, ha; Pernicious slaue.
1. Gent.
Worthie Misogynos.
2. Gent.
Noble Champion,
We doe applaud
Your merit, in the report
Of your late conquest.
Mis.
Thanke you, Gentlemen;
Truth will preuaile, you see.
I speake not for my selfe, in my owne quarrel;
But the generall good of all men in the world.
We know it, Sir.
Iag.
Degenerate Monster, how he iustifies
His slandrous forgeries?
Mis.
But, Gentlemen,
How goes the rumour?
What do's the Multitude report of mee?
1. Gent.
Oh Sir, the Men applaud you infinitely;
But the Women—
Mis.
I respect not them:
Their curses are my prayers.
Iag.
Oh damn'd Rogue!
1. Gent.
If you'le be rul'd by me, go shew your selfe
Amongst them all in publique: O'twill fret
Their very galls in pieces.
Iag.
That was well.
Some body second that, and we shall see
Excellent pastime; for they'le ne'r indure
His sight with any patience.
Scanf.
Doe i'faith,
That they may see you haue conquer'd.
Mis.
And I will.
But should they grow outragious—
2. Gent.
Feare not that: we'le all along with ye.
Mis.
Will you conduct me safe vnto my Schoole?
Scan.
I, I, we'le be your Gard.
Exeunt.
Sfor.
Oh what a Coward 'tis?
Iag.
You doe him wrong:
He fights not with his hands, but with his tongue.
Why doe I trifle time? I'le to the Court;
This crueltie afflicts my very soule.
Good my Lord, ioyne with me; we'le to the King,
And see if wee can alter this decree.
Oh 'tis a royall Princesse, faire, and chaste!
Sfor.
But her disdaine, my Lord, hath bin the cause
Of many hopefull Youths vntimely end;
'Tis that has harden'd both the Commons hearts,
Iag.
Why, what of that?
It is not fit affection should be forc'd:
Let's kneele vnto his Grace for her release.
Iustice (like Lightning) euer should appeare
To few mens ruine, but to all mens feare.
Exit.
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