Page 494 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

Should from encounter guard. Could I find out
The woman’s part in me − for there’s no motion
That tends to vice in man, but I affirm
It is the woman’s part: be it lying, note it,

The woman’s: flattering, hers; deceiving, hers: [175]
Lust, and rank thoughts, hers, hers: revenges, hers:
Ambitions, covetings, change of prides, disdain,
Nice longing, slanders, mutability;

All faults that name, nay, that hell knows, why, hers
In part, or all: but rather all. For even to vice [180]
They are not constant, but are changing still;
One vice, but of a minute old, for one

Not half so old as that. I’ll write against them,
Detest them, curse them: yet ’tis greater skill
In a true hate, to pray they have their will: [185]
The very devils cannot plague them better.

[Exit.]