Xantip. A good whyle ago

Eulalia. How many monethes old is it.

Xantip. It lacketh lytle of. vii.

Eula What a tale is this, ye reken the monethes by nightes

and dayes double.

Xantippa. Not so.

Eula. It can not be none other wyse, yf ye reken from the

mariage day.

xantippa. yea, but what thē, I spake with him before we

were maried.

Eulalia. Be children gotten by speakinge.

xantip. It befell so that he mette me alone and begon to

ticke at me, and tickled me vnder the arme holes and sydes to make

me laugh. I might not awaie with ticklynge, but fell downe

backewarde vpon a bedde and he a lofte, neuer leuinge kyssynge on

me, what he did els I can not saye, but by sayncte Marie within a

while after my bely beganne to swell.

Eula. Go now and disprayse thine husbāde whiche yf he

gette children by playe, what wyll he do whē he goeth to it in

good ernest.

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xantippa, I fere me I am payed agayin.

Eula. Good locke God hath sent a fruitfull grounde, a good

tylmā.

Xantip. In that thing he might haue lesse laboure and more

thanke.

Eula. Few wyues finde at theyr husbandes in that behalf but

were ye thē sure togither.

xanti. yea that we were

Eula. The offence is the lesse. Is it a man chylde.

xantip. yea.

Eula. He shal make you at one so that ye wil bow &

forbere. What saieth other mē by thin husband, they that be his

cōpanions, they delite with him abrode

xā, They say that he is meruelous gentyl, redy to do

euery man pleasure, liberal and sure to his frende.

Eula. And that putteth me in good cōfort that he wyll be

ruled after our counsayll.

xantip. But I fynde him not so.

Eula. Order thy selfe to him as I haue tolde thee, and cal me

no more true sayer but a lier, if he be not so good vnto the as to

anie creature liuinge Again cōsidre this he is yet but a

childe, I thinke he passethe not.

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xxiiij. the blacke oxe neuer trode on hys fote, nowe it is but loste

laboure to recken vpon anye deuorse.

xantippa. Yet manye a tyme and ofte I haue troubled my

braynes withal

Eulalia. As for that fantasye whensoeuer it commeth into your

mynd first of all counte how naked a thynge woman is, deuorsed from

man. It is the hyghest dignitie that longethe to the wyfe to

obsequyous vnto her spouse. So hath natyre ordeined so god hath

appoynted, that the woman shoulde be ruled al by the man loke onely

vppon this whiche is trouth, thine husbande he is, other canste thou

none haue. Againe forgette not that swete babe be gotten of both

your bodies what thin beste thou to do with that, wilte thou take it

awaye with thee? Thou shalte bereue thyne husband his ryght wylt

thou leue it with hym? thou shalt spoile thy self of thy chefeste

Jewell thou haste. Beside all this tell me trueth hast thou none

euyll wyllers, Besyde all thys tell me trueth, hast thou none euyll

wyllers.

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xan. I haue a stepdame I warrant you, and myne husbandes

mother euen such another.

Eula. Do they hate the so deadly.

xantip. They woulde se me hanged.

Eula. Thē forget not thē what greater plesure

couldest thou shew them then to se the deuorsed from thine husband

and to led a wydowes lyfe. Yea and worse thē a wydow, for

wydowes be at their choise.

xantippa. I holde well with youre coūsell, but I can not

awaye with the paynes.

Eulalia. yet recken what paines ye toke or ye colde teache

your paret to speake.

xantippa. Exceadynge much.

Eu. And thinke you much to labour a lytel in reforming your

husbād with whō you may liue merely all the dayes of your

lyfe. What busines doe mē put thē self to be wel &

easly horsed & shal we think our selues to good to take paines

that we mai haue our husbādes gētil & curteise vnto

vs.

xantip. What shal I do.

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Eu. I haue told you al redy, se that al thing be clene &

trim at home, that no sluttysh or vnclenlye syghtes dryue hym oute a

dores. Be your selfe alwayes redy at a becke, berynge continuali in

minde what reuerēce the wife oweth vnto her husbād. Be

neyther in your dūpes, nor alwayes on your mery pinnes go

nether to homely nor to nycely. Let your meat be cleane dressed, you

know yourhusbādes diet. What he loueth best that dresse.

Moreouer shewe your selfe louinge and fayre spokē vnto thē

where he loueth, call them now and thē vnto your table. At

meate, se that al thinges be well sauored, and make good there, And

whē that he is toppe heuy playing on his lute, sytte thou by

and singe to him so shalte thou make hym keepe home, and lessen hys

expences This shall he thynke at length, in faythe I am a fonde

felowe that maketh suche chere with a strumpet abroode with greate

lossee bothe of substance and name, seyng that I haue a wyfe

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at home bothe muche fayrer, and one that loueth me ten times better,

with whome I may be both clenlyer receiued and dayntelier cherisshed

xantip. Beleuest thou that it will take and I put it into a

profe.

Eulali. Looke on me. I warrante it or ought longe I wyll in

hande with thyne husbande, & I will tell hym his part.

xantippa. ye marie that is well sayde. But be wyse that he

espie not our casle, he would plaie his fages, all the house should

be to lytle for hym.

Eulalia. Take no thoughte. I shall so conuey my matters, that

he shall dysclose all together hym selfe, what busynesse is betwene

you, that done I wyll handell him pretelie as I thinke beste, and I

truste to make him a new man for the and when I se my time I wyl

make a lie for thee, how louinge thou hast spoken of him.

xantippa. Chryst spede vs and bringe our pupose well aboute.

Eulalia. He will not fayle the so thou do thy good wyll.

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There was a man that maried a woman whiche hadde great riches and

beawtye. Howe bee it she hadde suche an impedyment of nature that

she was domme and coulde not speake, whiche thynge made him ryghte

pensyfe, and sayd, wherfore vpon a daye as he walked alone ryght

heuye in hearte thynkynge vpon his wyfe. There came one to hym and

asked him what was the cause of his heuynesse whiche answered that

it was onely bycause his wife was borne dōme. To whome this

other said I shal shewe the soone a remedy and a medicyne (therfore

that is thus) go tak an aspen leafe and lay it vnder her tōge

this night shee beinge a sleape, and I warrant the that shee shall

speake on the morowe whiche man beyng glad of thys medycyne prepared

therfore and gathered aspen leaues, wherfore he layd thre of them

vnder her tonge whan shee was a sleape.

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And on the morow when he him selfe awaked he Desyrous to know how

hys medicine wrought being in bed with her, he demaunded of her how

she did, and sodēly she answered and sayd, I beshrewe thy harte

for waking me so early, and so by the vertue of that medycyne she

was restored to her speche. But in cōclusion her spech encresed

day by day and she was so curst of cōdycyon that euery daie she

brauled and chyd with her husbande, so muche at the laste he was

more weped, and had much more trouble and disease wyth her shrewed

wordes then he hadde before whē she was dumme, wherfore as he

walked another time alone he happened to mete agayne with the same

personne that taught hym the sayde medycine and sayde to hym thys

wyse. Syr ye taught me a medicin but late to make my domme wyfe to

speake, byddynge me lay an aspen leafe vnder her toūg when she

sleapte, and I layde three Aspen leaves there.

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Wherfore nowe she speaketh. But yet she speaketh soo much & so

shrewdlye that I am more werier of her now, then I was when she was

dōme: Wherfore I praie you teache me a medycine to modyfye her

that she speake not so muche. This other answered and sayd thus. Sir

I am a deuyl of hel but I am one of thē that haue least power

there. Al be yet I haue power to make a womā to speake, but and

yf a woman begin ones to speake, I nor al the deuyls in hel that

haue the mooste power be not able to make a woman to be styll, nor

to cause her to leue speakyng.

The end of this pleasant dialogue declaryng the seueral properties

of ye two contrary disposers of the wyues aforesayde.

Imprinted at London in Paules

church yearde, at the sygne of

the Sunne, by Antony

Kytson.

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