Wilt thou euer be a foule mouth'd and calumnious
knaue?
Clo. A Prophet I Madam, and I speake the truth the
next waie, for I the Ballad will repeate, which men full
true shall finde, your marriage comes by destinie, your
Cuckow sings by kinde
Cou. Get you gone sir, Ile talke with you more anon
Stew. May it please you Madam, that hee bid Hellen
come to you, of her I am to speake
Cou. Sirra tell my gentlewoman I would speake with
her, Hellen I meane
Clo. Was this faire face the cause, quoth she,
Why the Grecians sacked Troy,
Fond done, done, fond was this King Priams ioy,
With that she sighed as she stood,
bis
And gaue this sentence then, among nine bad if one be
good, among nine bad if one be good, there's yet one
good in ten
Cou. What, one good in tenne? you corrupt the song
sirra
Clo. One good woman in ten Madam, which is a purifying
ath' song: would God would serue the world so
all the yeere, weed finde no fault with the tithe woman
if I were the Parson, one in ten quoth a? and wee might
haue a good woman borne but ore euerie blazing starre,
or at an earthquake, 'twould mend the Lotterie well, a
man may draw his heart out ere a plucke one
Cou.
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