Swetnam, the Woman-hater, arraigned by women: A new comedie, acted at the Red Bull, by the late Queenes seruants.Anonymous
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Swetnam, the Woman-hater, arraigned by women: A new comedie, acted at the Red Bull, by the late Queenes seruants.
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Swetnam, Joseph, active 1617 -- Drama
_Mis._ Peace, you Rogue,
Will you discouer me?
_Aur._ _Swetnam_ is his name.
_Swash._ I, _Ioseph Swetnam_, that’s his name, forsooth,
_Ioseph_ the Iew was a better Gentile farre.
_Lor._ Then _Ioseph Swetnam, alias Misogynos,
Alias Molastomus, alias_ the _Woman-hater_.
_Swash._ How came he by all these names?
I haue heard many say, he was neu’r christen’d.
_Lor._ Thou art here indicted by these names, that thou,
Contrary to nature, and the peace of this Land,
Hast wickedly and maliciously slandred,
Maligned, and opprobriously defamed the ciuill societie
Of the whole Sex of women: therefore speake,
Guiltie, or not guiltie?
_Mis._ Not guiltie.
_Swash._ Hum.
_Omnes._ Not guiltie.
_Mis._ No, not guiltie.
_Aur._ Darest thou denie a truth so manifest?
Didst thou not lately both by word, and deed,
Publish a Pamphlet in disgrace of vs,
And of all women-kind?
_Mis._ No, no, no, not I.
_Swash._ Hum.
_Atl._ Calling vs tyrannous, ambitious, cruell?
_Aur._ Comparing vs to Serpents, Crocodiles
For Dissimulation, _Hiena’s_ for Subtilties,
Such like?
_Lor._ And farre worse:
That we are all the Deuils agents,
To seduce Man agen?
_Scold._ That all our studies are but to delude
Our credulous Husbands?
_Mis._ I denie all this.
_Swash._ Hum.
_Lor._ Nay more,
Thou dost affirme, without distinction,
All married Wiues are the Deuils Hackneyes,
To carrie their Husbands to Hell.
_Aur._ Inhumane Monster, hast thou neu’r a Mother?
_Swash._ No, forsooth, he is a _Succubus_, begot
Betwixt a Deuill and a Witch.
_Mis._ If I did any such, let it be produc’d.
_Atl._ Bring in the Books for a firme Euidence,
And bid the Iurie giue the Verdict vp.
_Enter two Old Women._
_Old W._ Guiltie, guiltie, guiltie.
Guiltie of Woman-slander, and defamation.
_Atl._ Produce the Bookes, and reade the Title of vm.
_Lor._ The Arraignment of idle, froward,
And vnconstant women.
_Aur._ What say you, Sir, to this?
_Mis._ Shew me my name, and then Ile yeeld vnto’t.
_Aur._ No, that’s your policie and cowardise,
You durst not publish, what you dar’d to write,
Thy man is witnesse to’t: sirrah, confesse,
Or you shall eu’n be seru’d of the same sawce.
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