PHA. Pose us all, and I here? That were a jest indeed. My lord, if he have a Sphinx, I have an Oedipus, assure yourself; let's hear it once again.
BOY. What thing is that, sir, &c.
PHA. This such a knotty enigma? Why, my lord, I think 'tis a woman, for first a woman is nothing of herself, and, again, she is likest a man of anything.
COM. SEN. But wherein is she unlike?
PHA. In everything: in peevishness, in folly. 'St, boy?
HEU. In pride, deceit, prating, lying, cogging, coyness, spite, hate, sir.
PHA. And in many more such vices. Now, he may well say, the left side a man's right side is, for a cross wife is always contrary to her husband, ever contradicting what he wisheth for, like to the verse in Martial, Velle tuum.
MEM. Velle tuum nolo, Dindyme, nolle volo.
PHA. Lighter than a feather—doth any man make question of that?
MEM. They need not, for I remember I saw a cardinal weigh them once, and the woman was found three grains lighter.