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A07676
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A lytle and bryefe treatyse, called the defence of women and especially of Englyshe women, made agaynst the Schole howse of women.
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More, Edward, 1537?-1620.
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1560
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STC 18067; ESTC S110037
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Wherin our poet doth recyte they haue neuer theyre fyll How farre from all the truth how lyke it soundes a lye By reasons moe them one or two thus may all men it trye The hoter that the contrey is the proner to offende And to venery more lyke to condiscente The people are and as I haue ofte rede Where wyues are ryfest there a man may best be spede And on the other partye the colder that is The lesse desyre and appetyte they haue to do amysse And besydes all thys the fayrer that they be To more resorte of men there is them to beholde and see The more resort of men in daunger sonâ—r runne What dayly drystes do men deuyse vntyll they haue theÌ„ wunne wyth Rome make I comparison if I may be so bolde And England do affirme to be then it farre passing colde Wherby I meane in dede that Romaynes are more bent Then Englysh women be to such thynges to consent Lesse wander they abrode wherby the byting ayre Can theyr bewty in no point dyminish and appayre Which of sundry wayes the next way is of all As I haue shewed a lytle before customers to call Where our Englysh women do spare themselfes no whyt But vp and doune the fyeldes to and fro do flyt The Ladyes to the Court do dayly take theyr traydes Besydes a trayne of seruyng men accumpannied wyth maydes That be the wether foule or be the wether fayre To wether being open theire bewty must appayre wherby a man may iudge that of the people twayne In Englysh women to be more chast farre then the Romaine This â—lâ—o I do note and thinke to be moost true That most of al by yelosy daunger doth ensue To men in minâ— opynion no people vse it more In lookyng st 〈…〉 vnto theyre wyues as I haue told before Wherby it fareth thus with them to be a prouerbe ryfe To iudge the romayne harlâ—t better then the wyfe which vse not so frequent in England wherby we Englyshmen do well auoyde that perlous yoperdye Now oâ— Romaynes haue I redde â–ª innumerable good As tyrff of all of Lucres that cam of noble blood when Tarqâ—yn the proude desyred her company Lyuy wyll the same affyrme and testifye Thys Tarâ—uyn whome I named dyd prese to do that dede which caused her and also hym not very well to spede Fyrst wyth fayre wordes began he Lucrâ—s to entrete And when they could not take affecte then he began th threte with his naked sword to take away her lyfe Alas good Brtitus where wert thou to succor then thy wyfe And fynally agaynst her wyll Tarquyn lay her by The cryme is deedly for a kyng to do such vylany which when by hym was dun away and he was gonne She sendeth for her husband and kindred eche one And bearyng in her hand with her a naked knyfe In presence of them all she ended there her lyfe But before she dyed as Lyuye doth reporte with a heuy hart god wot spake after such a sorte O my husband deare why do I lyue thys daye Syth that but not wyllyngly I haue the now betraye And most against my harte the godes do know right well That feare of death and nothing els was cause now that I fell Tarquin the proud hath rauyshed me thys nyght wherwith she wept full pyteously her teares distilling bright From her eyes and sodeinly dyd thrust into her harte The knyfe so ended she her lyfe in dedly woe and smarte Alas what hart so hard as is the merble stone yf he had sene thys dolefull syght wolde not haue made greâ—te mone For her who lyeng ded as white as any lylly whose cruell death dyd playnly she wand for her testyfy That she was boyde from vice not giltie of that gylt And yet in satysfaction her hart blud there she spylt Lucres of Cuâ—hayâ—e also is come vnto my mynde which to Curylans shewed her selfe so kynde That beyng but a straynger borne and her deperted froe Dyed for very sorow the story telleth soe why loued she an other alas syth she was wedde Marryed she was against her wyll she had as leue ben dedde As hym to husband take but that she might not chuse For ather frendes coÌ„maundement she durst hym not refuse So that not only she but tother of her sorte Are to be lamented much as boyde of all cumforte For of these twayne they must do one w t god eyther nedes glose Orels if god they please theyr parentes strayt way lose 〈◊〉 appy be they I say then whose choyse to chuse is free For though they haue but lytle no dought they shal agree What saye ye nowe to Ouyds wyfe which banyshed to bee Desyred much leaue al thinges in Rome where she was free With her husbande to haue gonne to take such parte as he What fayth there is in womankynde a blynde man may wel see Sulanna also and Iudith with dyuers others moe Out of scriptures colde I bring but nede requyreth not soe For of forrayne examples these are ynough to dewe yet shall I one recite whiche also is moost trewe A kyng there was y t in y e warres had taken a greuous wounde Hys surgens had assured hym it wold neuer be sounde Onles that all the nenom that therin dyd lye hydde were sucked out by mans mouth the king sayd God forbydde The Quene y t hearing hold her pease vntyll that it was nyght When the kyng was sounder a slepe y t heare him blow she might Arose aâ— softly as she coulde and so by suchyng ofte Had gotte the â—enom clene forth that done with clothes softe She dressed hym â—â—ll handsomly and wrapt it vp agayne And helede hym with medycens so that he felth no payne what dylygence wolde man requyre what seruyce of hys wyfe What pledge of loue wolde he els haue then to saue hys lyfe wyth hassarde of her owne whiche she ought moost defende Let men therfore remembre this theyr euyl tonges amende The doughter two of Ioth that lay theyre father by Dyd in a good intend the world to multyply And many thynges we reade permitted were by gode In the olde Testament and in the newe forbode For if the brother spared had the syster in those dayes The world could not haue ben in crest I think no kind of wayes To coÌ„me now to our cuÌ„trey womeÌ„ why shuld men in theÌ„ dought And saye they be replete wyth vyce synce stranngers be without Although that I haue authors none but all that I endight Long synce in author olde I haue them redde full ryght Whych beyng but payngans horne I herein so much trust That I beleue assuredly they wryt nothyng but iust And I my selfe but lyttle more then xx yeares of age An Englysh man borne also by nature nothyng sage Onles I shuld declyne from all my progeny Whose myrth theyre mery worke wyll show and testyfye Syth my mother tongue I dyd well vnderstande I had no maner of delight in storyes of