Reuiue againe, like to the Elme and Oake?
Clow. Many Logger-heads doe, Sir.
Mis. When they are cut downe to the very roote,
Yet in short time you see, young branches spring againe.
Clow. If ’twere so at Tyburne, what a fine companie
of Crack-ropes would spring vp then?
Mis. Then we should ne’r be acquainted with the deceitfull deuices of a womans crooked conditions, which are so many, that if all the World were Paper, the Sea, Inke, Trees and Plants, Pens, and euery man Clarkes, Scribes, and Notaries: yet would all that Paper be scribled ouer, the Inke wasted, Pens worne to the stumps, and all the Scriueners wearie, before they could describe the hundreth part of a womans wickednesse.
Scan. Me thinks you are too generall: some, no doubt,
As many men, are bad: condemne not all for some.
What thinke you, Sir, of those that haue good wiues?