587481Thy father beares the type of king of Naples,

588482Of both the Sissiles and Ierusalem,

589483Yet not so wealthie as an English Yeoman.

590484Hath that poore Monarch taught thee to insult?

591485It needes not, or it bootes thee not proud Queene,

592486Vnlesse the Adage must be verifide:

593487That beggers mounted, run their horse to death.

594488Tis beautie, that oft makes women proud,

595489But God he wots thy share thereof is small.

596490Tis gouernment, that makes them most admirde,

597491The contrarie doth make thee wondred at.

598492Tis vertue that makes them seeme deuine,

599493The want thereof makes thee abhominable.

600494Thou art as opposite to euerie good,

601495As the Antipodes are vnto vs,

602496Or as the south to the Septentrion.

603497Oh Tygers hart wrapt in a womans hide?

604498Hovv couldst thou draine the life bloud of the childe,

605499To bid the father wipe his eies withall,

606500And yet be seene to beare a womans face?

607501Women are milde, pittifull, and flexible,

608502Thou indurate, sterne, rough, remorcelesse.

609503Bids thou me rage? why novv thou hast thy vvill

610504Wouldst haue me weepe? vvhy so thou hast thy vvish.

611505For raging windes blowes vp a storme of teares,

612506And when the rage alaies the raine begins.

613507These teares are my sweet Rutlands obsequies,

614508And euerie drop begs vengeance as it fals,

615509On thee fell Clifford, and the false French woman.

616510North. Beshrevv me but his passions moue me so,

617511As hardlie can I checke mine eies from teares.