_Lor._ Laugh’st thou, inhumane wretch? By my best hope, But that thy malice hath deseru’d reuenge More infamous, and publique, then to fall By me in priuate, I would hew thy flesh Smaller then Attomes. _Mis._ What, haue we here A Woman rampant? ha! Tempt me not, Syren, lest thou dost inuoke A Furie worse then Woman. _Lor._ Hellish Fiend, How dar’st thou vtter such blasphemous words, In the contempt of Women, whose deserts Thy dunghill basenesse neuer could discerne? Assure thy selfe, thy malice shall be plagu’d Seuerely, as in iustice thou deseru’st. _Mis._ I wey not your threats this; spit out your poysons, Till your gals doe burst, I will oppose you all; I cannot flatter, I: nor will I fawne To gaine a fauor; Prayse the hand and foot, And sweare your face is Angel-like, and lye Most grosly. No, I will not do’t. But when I come, it shall be in a storme, To terrifie you all, that you shall quake To heare my name resounding in your eares: And Fortune, if thou be’st a deitie, Giue me but opportunitie, that I May all the follies of your Sex declare, That henceforth Men of Women may beware. _Enter a Herald, with a Proclamation, a Trumpet before him, a great rabble of men following him._ _Heral._ _Atticus_, King of Sicilia, to all his louing Subiects sendeth greeting: Whereas there is a doubtfull question to be decided in publique disputation, which concernes the honour of all men in generall, that is to say, Whether the Man or the Woman in loue, stand guilty of the greatest offence: Know therefore, if that any man, of what estate or condition soeuer, will vndertake to defend the equitie of men, against the false imputations of women, let vm repayre to the Court, they shall be honourably entertayned, graciously admitted, and well rewarded. _God saue the King._ _Omnes._ Heauen preserue his Grace. _Mis._ Fortune, I doe adore thee for this newes: Why, here’s the thing I lookt for; ’tis a prize Will make me euer famous. _Herald_, stay, I will maintaine the Challenge, and approue That women are first tempters vnto loue. I’le blazon forth their colours in such sort, Shall make their painted cheekes looke red, for vm To haue them noted theirs, that all may know That women onely are the cause of woe. _Omnes._ A Champion, a Champion! _Exeunt._ _Enter a Woman with a Proclamation, and as many Women as may be, with a Trumpet afore them._