_Atlan._ Flattring and periur’d man. _Mis._ Did not th’inticing beautie of a woman, Set Troy on fire? _Atlan._ Did not man first begin To tempt that beautie with the fire of lust? _Mis._ Beautie first tempts to lust. _Atlan._ Lust tempteth Beautie: Witnesse the vowes, the oaths, the protestations, And Crocodile teares of base dissembling men, To winne their shamelesse purpose: Whereof missing, Then but obserue their Gifts, their Messages, Their wanton Letters, and their amorous Sonnets, Whereby they vent the smoke of their affections, Readie to blind poore women, and put out The Eye of Reason. But if still they faile, Then come they on with vndermining cunning, And with our Maides, our Pages and Attendants, Corruptly worke and make insinuation, Whilst they at hand with fained languishment, Make shew as if they meant to dye for loue, When they but swelter in the reeke of Lust. But heere’s not all: for if this all preuaile not, Then are they vp againe, and with pale cheekes, Like some poore Starueling, or some Mimick Ghost, They stalke into the presence of their Mistris, Fold vp their armes, hang downe their wanton heads, Cast loue-sicke glances, and as wofull Comma’s, In this dumbe Oratorie, now and then they breathe A passionate sigh, whereat the gentle nature Of milde compassionate woman once relenting, Straight they fall out into such sweet complaints Of their sad suffrings, tuning words of Art, Able to melt a gentle Eye in teares, As they doe speake. Then with officious dutie, They licke a Moat off from her vpper garment, Dust her curl’d Ruffe with their too busie fingers, As if some dust were there: and many toyes They vse to please, till side by side they ioyne, And palme with palme supplies the amorous heart, To pay a wanton kisse on Loues faire lips, And then the Prize is wonne. Iudge therefore, Lords, Whether the guilt doth lye on vs or them, And as your Wisdomes find, saue or condemne. _A Plaudite by the women, with shouts, crying_, Atlanta, Atlanta, Atlanta! _Lisan._ Truth hath she said in all. _Hort._ O, but the Art of Woman—— _1. Iud._ Silence! you haue no voice in Court. _2. Iud._ You haue your Aduocates, therefore must not speake. _1. Law._ These Allegations are vnanswerable. _2. Law._ The Court must needs allow them.