Another Epigram called, a Cuckold with a witnesse

A Wilie wench there was (as I haue read)
Who vs'd to capricorne her husbands head,
Which he suspecting, lay in priuate wait,
To catch the knaue, and keep his wife more strait.
But all in vaine: they day by day did mate it,
Yet could his foure eies neuer take them at it.
This subtile wench perceiuing how they should
At last preuented be, doe all they could:
For now Italian-like her husand grew,
Horne-mad I wish, and kept her in a Mew.
Inuent'd a trick, which to accomplish better,
Vnto her friend she closely sent a letter,
And thus it was; Friend you shall know by me,
My husband keepes me far more narrowlie,
Then he was wont, so as to tell you true,
You cannot come to me: nor I to you.
Yet spite of his eies and as many more,
Wele vse those pleasures which we vsd before:
Onely be wise, and second what I wish:
Which to expresse (my friend) know this it is.
My husband as he hates the horne to weare,
Of all the Badges forth, so feares h'th Beare,
Moe then all other Beasts which doe frequent
The heathy Forrests spacious continent.
If thou wilt right me then, and pepper him,
Couer thy seruant in a false Beares skin.
And come to morrow, as thou vs'd before.
Tying thy seruant to my chamber dore.
After this quaint direction he attirde
His man in beare-skin as she had desir'de
Entring the chamber he receiued is
With many a smile, backfall and sweetned kisse
For they'r secure, of all that was before,
Hauing a Beare that kept the Buffe from dore.
The wittall foole no sooner ickling had,
Then vp the staiers he ran as he were mad.
But seeing none but th' Beare to entertaine him,
Of Hornes he neuer after did complaine him.