Raphael. You talke to one thats deaf; I am resolv'd.
Treadway. I knwe [sic] you are not of that stupid sence But you will lyst to reason.
Raphael. Alls but vayne.
Treadway. You saye shees fayre.
Raphael. And there-fore to bee lov'd.
Treadway.[46] No consequent
To trust to collour. Are not the bewtyous lyllyes,
The gardens pryde and glorye of the feilds,
Thoughe to the eye fayre and delectable,
Yet ranke in smell? the stayneles swanne
With all the Oceans water cannot wash
The blacknes from her feete, tis borne with her.
Oft painted vessayles bringe in poysond cates,
And the blackest serpents weare the goldenst scales;
And woman, made mans helper at the fyrst,
Dothe oft proove his destroyer.
Raphael. Saye perhapps
Some frend of yours miscarried in his choyse,
Will you condeme all women for that one?
Bycause we reade one Lais was unchast,
Are all Corinthian Ladyes cortesans?
Shall I, bycause my neighbours house was burnt,
Condeme the necessary use of fyre?
One surfeitts, and shall I refuse to eate?
That marchant man by shipwreck lost his goodds;
Shall I, bycause hee perisht in the sea,
Abiure the gainfull trade of merchandyse,
Despoyle my shipps, and unbecom [?] the deepes
Of theire fayre Sayles and tackles?
Treadway. Not so, frend.[47] Althoughe her person may perhapps content, Consider but the place.
Raphael. I knwe it badd, Nay woorst of Ills.
Treadway. A howse of prostitution And common brothellrie.