1 _D. W_. Do you thinck there's any thing Our husbands labour for, and not for our ends? Are we shut out of Counsailes, privacies, And onely lymitted our household busines? No, certaine, Lady; we pertake with all, Or our good men pertake no rest. Why this man Works theis or theis waies, with or against the State, We know and give allowaunces.
_2 D. W_. Why such a Gentleman, Thus hansom and thus yong, commaunds such a quarter; Where theis faire Ladies lye; why the _Grave's_ angry And Mounseiur _Barnavelt_ now discontent,-- Do you thinck it's fitt we should be ignorant?
_2 D. W_. Or why there's sprung up now a new devotion? Good Gentlewoman, no. Do you see this fellow? He is a Scholler and a parlous Scholler, Or whether he be a Scholler or no 'tis not a doy't matter: He's a fine talker and a zealous talker; We can make him thinck what we list, say what we list, Print what we list and whom we list abuse in't.
_2 D. W_. A singuler teacher, For so we hold such here.
_Eng.-gentw_. Doe they use no modestie Upon my life, some of theis new _Arminians_, Theis hissing tosts!
_Hold_. An ignorant strange woman, Whose faith is onely tride by a Coach and foure horses.
_3 D. W_. Come, you must be as we are and the rest of your Countrywomen; You doe not know the sweet on't.
_Eng.-gentw_. Indeed, nor will not; Our Cuntry brings us up to faire Obedience To know our husbands for our Governours, So to obey and serve 'em: two heads make monsters; Nor Dare we thinck of what is don above us, Nor talk of _Graves_.
_Hold_. The _Grave_ shall smart for 't shortly; Goe you and tell him soe, gooddy _English woman_: You have long tayles and long tongues, but we shall clip 'em.
_Vand_. The Prince is drawing up to us And has disarmd all the strong Townes about us Of our new Soldiers; the _English_ now stand only And the old Companies.
_Eng.-gentw_. Now your wisdomes, Ladies, Your learning also, Sir, your learned prating-- You that dare prick your eares up at great Princes And doble charge your tongue with new opinions,-- What can you doe? or can theis holly woemen That you have arm'd against obedience And made contempners of the fooles their husbands, Examiners of State,--can they doe any thing? Can they defy the Prince?