With curious and deceiuing Art, foule shapes
And stamps of much abhord impietie.
Wou’d any man, once hauing fixt his Seale
To any Deed, though after he repent
The Fact so done, rayle at the supple Wax,
As though that were the cause of his vndoing?
O idle leuitie! Wax hath’s vse,
And woman easly beares the mans abuse.
1. Law. Here’s a by-blow.
2. Law. How can my Fencer ward it?