[026] That her old gloves were on, but ’twas her hands:
She has a huswife’s hand; but that’s no matter:
I say she never did invent this letter;
This is a man’s invention and his hand.
030 Sil. Sure, it is hers.
Ros. Why, ’tis a boisterous and a cruel style,
A style for challengers; why, she defies me,
[033] Like Turk to Christian: women’s gentle brain
Could not drop forth such giant-rude invention,
035 Such Ethiope words, blacker in their effect