Eulalia. There sayde ye well, setting lytell stoore by
hys olde wife, hunted a callette, with whom he kept
much companie abrode, he dined or supped litell at
home. What wouldest thou haue sayd to ye gere.
Xantip. What woulde I a said? I wolde haue flowen to
the hores toppe and I wolde haue crowned myne husbande
at hys oute goinge to her with a pysbowle, that he so
embawlmed might haue gon vnto his souerayne ladie.
Eula. But how much wiselier dyd this woman? She desyred
that yonge woman home vnto her, and made her good
chere, so by that meanes she brought home also her
husband without ani witchraft or sorserie, and yf that
at anye season he supped abrode with her she would
sende vnto them some good dayntie morsel, and byd him
make good chere Xantippa. I had leuer be slayne then I
woulde be bawde vnto myne owne husbande. Eulalia. Yea,
but consyder all thynges well, was not that muche
better, then she shoulde be her shrewyshnesse, haue
putte her husbandes minde cleane of from her, and so
haue ledde all her life in trouble and heuynesse.
Xantippa. I graunte you well, that it was better so but
I coulde not abyde it.
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