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PROLOGVS.
Nymph. Shepheard.Nym.
Ile speak the Prologue.
Sheap.
Then you doe mee wrong.
Nym.
Why, dare your Sexe compare with ours for Tongue?
Sheap.
A Female Prologue!
Nym.
Yes, as well as Male.
Shep.
That's a new trick;
Nym.
And t'other is as stale.
Shep.
Men are more eloquent then women made:
Nym.
But women are more powrfull to perswade.
Shep.
It seemes so; for I dare no more contend.
Nym.
Then best give ore the strife, and make an end.
Sheap.
I will not yeeld.
Nym.
Shall we divide it then?
Sheap.
You to the Woemen speak.
Nym.
You to the Men.
Sheap.
Gentlemen, looke not from us Rurall swains
For polish'd speech, high lines, or Courtly straines:
Expect not we should bring a labour'd Scene,
Or complements; we ken not what they meane.
Nym.
And Ladies, we poore Country Girles doe come
With such behaviour as we learn'd at home.
How shall we talke to Nymphs so trim and gay,
That nere saw Lady yet but at a May?
His Muse is very bashfull, should you throw
A Snake into her Cradle, I doe know
Shee is no Hercules to outlive your Ire:
Nym.
One Hisse would make the fearfull foole expire,
Without a sting.
Shep.
Gentlemen doe but you
Like this, no matter what the Woemen doe.
Nym.
It was a sawcy Swaine thus to conclude!
Ladies, the Gentlemen are not so rude,
If they were ever school'd by powrefull love,
As to dislike the things you shall approve.
If you but like him 'twill be greater praise
Then if each Muse of Nine had fetch'd him Baies.
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