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A01795	A satirycall dialogue or a sharplye-invectiue conference, betweene Allexander the great, and that truelye woman-hater Diogynes	Goddard, William, fl. 1615.; Alexander, the Great, 356-323 B.C.; Diogenes, d. ca. 323 B.C.	1616 (1616)	STC 11930; ESTC S105741	24,308	48

for minde Pride keepes hir faire in eache faire wantons face And Luste keepes in theire 〈…〉 markett place Revengefull Wrath theire furious tongues doth swaie From labor drowsie Sloath their handes doth staie In syns sweete-poysned Iuyce drunken thei le be And Envie others drunken soe to see What see I not in them they are the Inns Wherein doth lodge those monstrous murdring synns Allexander FIe Cynnick thou doste blowe too bitter aire On tender blossoms which are sweetlie faire Diogynes YF shee be faire and a sharpe-witted one And honeste too a Phenix she'es alone Who hath tenn Herculesses strengths in 's loines And with a faire sharpe-witted wanton Ioyns Shall be assurd the horne on 's browe to fynd whoo 'l quench a wantons luste must quench the mind Th' are proude eache wench would bee an Allexander And by hir will ouer a world commaunder But yf not proude nor lustfullie inclind Then eyther foole or scold of hir shalt fynd Eyther of them mans patience soe would alter As they would make him straight make vse at h halter They are all naught I cannot brooke em I ●ould I were Dea●e then women all should die Allexander NAie fie Cynnick thou railst too gennerall Thou muste not for some fewe condemn em all Thou talkst as yf thou wert noe womans sonn I would th'adst trauaild but as I haue done Although th' Athenians givn are to theire will And liue a life displeasinge hatefull ill Yet since my travaile whe●● I haue beene Aboundance vertuous 〈◊〉 I haue seene Diogynes OH ya 'r a trauaylier praie are you soe Where you haue beene black swanns you haue seene too Good trauayler the hearinge I will giue you But you shall giue me leaue not to beleeue you Women are naughte I l'e talk noe more with thee And therefore naught because women they bee Allexander OH straung yf Allexander heard but thee For womens sakes I 'me sure thou 'dst punnisht be Diogynes GOe telt ' him goe I doe as little care For him as thee let both doe what you dare Tell me of him I feare him not a flie I dread not might Diogynes am I Hee s but a man I l'e ne're fa●ne for mans grace What I haue saide I l'e boldlie saye too 's face And wer 't he were as badd as women bee I d'e bite the monnark to his face shouldst see Allexander HE knowes thou wouldst in that I knowe the 〈◊〉 For I am hee for this cause here I came To heare thy wittie bluntnes and to see Whether thy sayings and thy deedes agree Come Cynnick burne this tubb and followe me And vnto noble titles Il●raise thee Diogynes THou wilt but I will not none can raise me I 'me in my tubb as greate a Kinge as th●e Who holdes the world and it's vaine trash for flight He truelie conquers it giue him his right And soe doe I therefore hudge Allexander I hold my selfe at h twaine the greatst commaunder I will not begg to rule and governe landes Onelie thy absence I le begg at thy handes I prethee pack thee hence and gett thee gone The companie still is best where is but one Goe seeke thee out an other world to wynn And putt the women of this world therein But let that world be farr enough and then Learning and virtue will encrease with men Naught else I haue to begg graunt but this suite Then henceforth euer shall my tongue rest mute FINIS YOu choyceste creatures you which god did take From-out mans selfmans comforter to make Discomfort not your selues nor be dismayd At what a dogged Cynnick here hath sayde What though sowre-churlishe-he too currish blynde Hath barkt too broadlye gainste your gentle kind Yet little doth such clouds keepe from our sights Your shynninge virtues this worldes splendanntst lights Happlye his gally ve●aym'd speech proceeds As grounded byself-doyinge divelishe deedes Dead is the dogg I hope and for your sex The spirritts doth his spirritt hottlye vex Excuse my worke it paintes the Cynnick forth And to the wise it nothinge staines your worth FINIS A MORRALL SATIRE Intituled the Owles araygnement WHen fowles could talke with reason like to men This accydent amongst em happend then Before the Prince of fowles the Owle was brought To aunswere why she did things lawles naught Her adversaries were the batt the thrush With others moe who night ' lie in the bush Shee ey her scard with skreeking fearefull cryes Or sodeynlie ere wake did them surprize Wherefore they apprehending hir did craue That they against hir might iuste Iustice haue Greate Prince quoth they to death put thou this Owle She is a vildlie living wicked fowle Vnfitt to liue all daie shee sleepes a nightes Smale birds shee kills the best and greatst she frights Breaking our quiet sleepe with the fell noyse Of manlike lure and yauling-whooping voice And therefore sou'raigne Prince wee all doe craue Since shee deserveth death death she maie haue The Eagle sternlie mild putt them a side Commaunding silens thus the Eagle cryd Come forward Owle and free thy hart from feare Speake freelie bird true iustice I doe here Before my sword of iustice Death doth strike Th' accuser and th' accusd I heare alike Bribes nor affection maks my cleare eys blind And therefore freelie feareles speak thy mind When th'owle did heare this mild speach of hir Lord Couradg shee tooke in gesture and in word Chearing hir selfe shee thus tooth Eagle cryes Impartiall iustice comes from Maiesties And since your highnes doth thus daine to heare My cause your selfe my cause I little feare For what need I quoth shee dread anie thing Being my cause is heard before my King Let murdrers quake when Iustice shakes hir rodd The Iust nere feares the Iudgment of Iust god Noe more will I since freelie plead I must In guiltles cause before a King soe iust Two accusations are against me ●ayde To be a murdrer is the first I 'me sayde The second is that I in sylent night With manlike voice smale birds and fowles afright Greate Prince I both confes but firste I le showe The cause and reason which makes me skreek soe A nightes I hollowing whoop and wondring crye But gratious Prince this is the reason why In eache place I doe see proude Babells built With cloude-braving turretts daubd-o're with gu●●t With in those Babells I doe peepe to spie The princelie presence of your maiestie But when in steed of you on bedd of strawe I see that tatling bird the Iack-adawe With admiration then awaie I flie Then lo ho ho then wo ho ho crye I. Sometimes I daringlie presume to peepe With in your Court when all your courtyers sleepe Where when I see the prating parratt grac'd And birdes of better worth for him displac'd Or when I see the plumy peacocks pride To striue to lie by 's sou'raigne Princes side And se the valiant Cock with swaines to liue That sight much wonder to my eyes doth giue With admiration then awaie I flie

Then lo ho ho then wo ho ho crie I Sometimes I flie ore Neptunes glassie soile To veiwe the slipps of our set-girt-in Ile But 〈…〉 they hee Howe like they are tooth winter-shaken tree And howe from them all braue sea birds are fledd Then like a malecontent I hang downe head With admiration then awaie I flie Then lo ho ho then wo ho ho crie I Sometimes ore sto'nd-paud Citties I take flight Where to my night-cleard eyes admired sight I see the Cuccoe build in house his neaste Which ere was wont to be Silvanus gueste Baselie brooking each cock-sparrowes rivalrye Suffrings mate for trash to bath in brothelry A nights such sights presented to my eye Makes me with wonder wo ho ho to cry This is the cause greate Prince why in the night I wonder soe nowe where they doe indight Me for a murtherer your grace shall find I 'me leaste of all your-nobles soe inclind Guitles I plead or yf I guiltie be With me must die your whole nobility Your Hawkes dread souraigne Prince doe dailie kill And dailie doe devoure eate-vp and spill Your honest subiects yet there 's noe a aint Laies hold of them `gainst them the'res noe complaine Greate-peares nere to Princes should not doe soe By their stepps we track which waie Kings doe goe As Phebes light from Phebus doth proceed Soe doth a great Lords act froms Princes deed Yf Kings encloud with vice their Virtues sunn That selfe thick-foggye course their peeres will runn If I doe murther they doe murther too What waie I goe that waie your hauks must goe Else gratious Prince your lawe giues waye and place To such as are or are not in your grace Else greate ones open maie your m●●●yes doore Sucking the fatt from men but meanlie poore Iniustly wronging poore-poore vnderlings 〈…〉 Far fowler acts within themselues they ●●rrish And consciensles the 〈…〉 things cherrish But soe it should not be my souraigne King For from a Kingdoms lawes cleere christ all spring Alike all streames should runn I eu'ry where That should spoute water vncorruptlie cleare Let it doe soe my Prince let poore mans cryme Be iudgd like theires w' are made of self-like slime All kings are earthlie gods therefore should Kings In an impartiall ballance weigh all thinges The iustest iudge doth soe and soe should your Like that corruptles iudg in all pointes doe I freelie speake the cause I speake soe free Is ' cause at first great Prince you licensd mee I haue accusd but not excusd for still My faults not lessond for an others ill Therefore my Prince to this my pleadings tend You 'l quitt my fault and I le my fault amend The Prince well listning to th' appeaching Owle Turnes to the hawkes on whom with wrathfull scowl He fixt his eyes Quoth he speake is it true My nobles which this owle reports of you In guiltles bloud haue you embrud your hands T' is monstrous vilde why your the propps of land● The steres men to your Prince by you hee s lede By whom but you should he be counselled Your heades should conduicts be cleare cristall springs From which should powre al wholsom virtuous things From your braines fountaines such pure streames should flowe As by that moysture things should florishing growe Wherefore enact I lawes with your consent I thinke to punish vice was our intente Will you 〈◊〉 are parte makers of the lawe Be breakers of it first How then in awe Shall I my sub●●cts haue why when they se You drownd 〈◊〉 haue they ' le deeme the like of me Disgracefullie then this they will report Howe theirs an extreame famin grown at court Of virtuous men there 's such a famin grown As scarcelie one about the Court is knowne By you shall I growe to loathd infamie And iudgd the nurse of fowle-fell tyranny And therfore nobles yf your free and cleare From these dambd haynos crimes makt now appeare Silence being made the guiltie nobles Seing themselues to growe to dangrous trobles Thus despratly replies oh King quoth they I hope vnto our murthers you l giue waie Yf we make spoile and other birds vndoe We take thexsample souraign Prince from you We nerest Princes Imitate them still We be the emblems of your good or Ill Yf you slaie we slaie yf you saue we saue All Kings about them manie shadowes haue For this our fau● we seeke not make excuse Cause from your selfe sprang firste this faults abuse And therefore King yf you 'l haue subiects awe You must not onelie make but keep your lawe This peremptory aunswere so incenst His maiestie as twene them wars com●●st But while as they were soe at Civill strife The Owle that malefactour saues hir life She being loose awaie from keeper scudds Lusking from sight all daie in thickest woods But eu'ry night about the outlawe flies Ioying hir escape wo ho ho the cryes FINIS W. G.

doe than For enry night i th' yeare I de buy a man For sisters I maie speake to you my mind When I awakt and lookt my loue to find Feeling for 's neck to claspe that neck of his For 's ruddy lipp hoping that lipp to kisse For 's wanton legg for myne with that t'yntwind And sisters for oh girles you knowe my mind When for these louelie thinges I searcht to see Du● could not find where those sweet things might be With bitter passion I burst out and cryd Wishinge with in my mothers womhe I d'e dy'd Oh sisters oh sweete sisters then did I Wishe fatall Death attache me instauntlie Nowe did I stare aboute nowe did I call But when noe aunswere I could heare at all Vp in my smock I rose and searcht each place Oh girles extreames our sex in loues sweete case Groping behind eache trunck feeling vnder bedd Me thought for him which had my maydenhead And oft I de crye sweete wagg thy selfe disclose For Iv'e another maydenhead to loose But when noe answere I could heare oh then Weeping I sigh'd and went to bedd agen Wher'e one while tumbling that waie other this Nowe should I sighe nowe my poore pillowe kiss● Entwinding it betweene my armes embrace I de hug g't as yf my deare duck were in place Fayning in that my frying passions flame I hottlie chaste loues sweetst delightfull game But when I found my sence deluded soe My passions heate to coldnes then did growe For myssing him I grewe more cold then stone Oh't paynes my heart to telt come lett 's be gone Soe vp they rose but er'e they went I rusht From where I stood at which the wantons blusht Nowe sir I hope you see what modest chatt Young maydes will haue when by themselues theire gott Graues swallowe them were all dead I 'de be gladd The best of wiues or maides are worse then badd 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 I l'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 thou dst 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'e●le yet confesse They once tooke old Diogines for noe lesse Noe butned dublett on my back I bo●e 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 briflye haires were knowne Nay'thad not entertayned anie downe But t was soe soft soe slee● as each man sayd When I past by there goes a wife o● maide My curled locks 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 't is 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 T was cause I lackt theire arte to spur it vp Euer anan with a full sugerd ' cupp Yet wiud 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 The Cynnycks discription of the manner of womens gossypping AS at our meate we satt t was hard to knowe Whether our teeth or tongues did fastest goe At tables vpper end in cheifest place Satt maddam Will in reeling drunken case Light in atire shee was shee s womens god They hir true subiects be but she'es mans rodd Nothing by Will at anie tyme is saide But is by wiues and widdowes still obayd VVills Oration SVbiectes quoth maddam Will I here am sett Not alltogeather to se howe you eate Nor came I whollie to participate With this your freelie-spoken merrye prate But chieflie why amongst you nowe I come Is to knowe howe eache wife fares in hir home Howe by hir husband shee is dailie vsd Whether she'es well-entreated or abusd Therefore yf anie of you suffer greife Know 't I am Will and will yeild you releife Be bold to speake I am the wiues delight And euer was and wil be th'usbandes spight I l'e sut as Iudge vppon these wicked men Doe you accuse and I l'e guie s●ntence then The old vviues complaynt againste hir younge husband AT which old Crona with hir redd-bleare eys From of the stoole she satt did straytewayes rise And out aloude to Will for iustice cryes Quothe she mysou'raygne Queene 't is not with tongue I able am t'expres my dayelie wronge Three husbandes haue I had two old in truth But they the cropping had of my greene youth In lewe of whith to thin'k on 't nowe I 'me sadd They left me all the goodes and gold they had With Cattell sto'rd-was all my pasture growndes With fyne woold bleating sheepe 〈…〉 downes Crambd'was my barnes my cheste with in 't did hold Manie a Princes picture in puere gold and while they liv'd that thing was wondrous skant That Crona euer did speake-for and want Then in wealthes pleasures I did swymm and floate But out alas that e're old fooles should doate For since theire deathes oh Queene I spea kt ' with ruth Fond-foolish I sett my loue on a youth Making him maister and possessor quite In hope heed ' doe to mee all true