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[Through wilful loue, and liking ouermuch]

The argument to the first Historie.

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Through wilful loue, and liking ouermuch,
Nastagios state did melt, and without returne
Of like good will: Euphymius minde was such
She felt no flame, when he, good man, did burne
But made his griefe her glee, his bitter smarte
Might nothing rize or pierce her marble harte.

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By friendes aduise at last he parted thence,
Though greatly greeued, remouing racke him sore,
To quit the cause of al his fond expence,
And purchase ease which he had lost before:
A death (no doubt) it was to put away,
And yet no life with her in place to stay.

3

Beholde the happ, as he ful pensiue stoode
Amyd a groue adioyning to his tent,
Recounting former toyes: athwart the wood
With cruell curres an armed knight there went,
That had in chace a frotion fresh of hewe,
Whom he by force of sword and mastiues slewe.

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And after death this lady liude againe
Vp start away she ran before the Knight,
For thus the Goddes alotted had her paine,
Bycause she slewe by scorne that louing wight:
In death he was her plague whome she in life
Enforst to slay himselfe with murthering knife.

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Nastagio pondering in his restlesse thought
As wel the sequele, as the cause of all.
Seing that skorne the ladies penance wrought.

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For dealing earst so hardely with hir thrall:
Bethought him howe to make a myrrour right
Both of the mayde, and eke the cursed knight.

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His plat was thus: he byd in friendly sort
Vnto his tente, to feast and banket there
His auncient loue, that made his payne hir sporte,
Whose mother came and diuers friendes I feare,
Amyds the feast the knight pursude the mayde,
And slewe hir there, as I before haue sayde.

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Which sight amazde the route, but most of all
That virgin coye, so carelesse of the man
Begonne to quake it toucht her to the gall,
And therevpon hir liking first began.
For after that she woxe his wife at last,
Dreading the gods reuenge for rigour past.

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In Italie there is a Citie, hight
Rauenna, by report as braue a place
As may be found, both fresh & fair to sight
Wherein of yore there was a noble race
Of gallant wights, great choise of men of fame,
But one in chief, Nastagio by name.
The father of this forward ympe did dye,
Forespent with yeeres, and load with siluer locks,
Whose land and fee descended orderly
Unto the Sonne, with store of other stocks:
Few fathers of this aged mans degree,
In so good case did leaue their sonnes as hee.
This might suffice to make Nastagio rich,
But, where wealth is, there lightlie followes more,
For hee an vncle had, who gaue as mych
At time of death, as father left before:
The wealth of these two rych renowmed wights,
In little space vpon Nastagio lights.
Not one in all Rauenna might compare
With him for wealth, or matcht him for his muck:
He liude at full, not tasting any care,
But tooke his time, and vsde his golden luck:
Not wanting ought that fitted for his state,
By meane of flowing wealth full warme he sate.
This youth his wanton prime without a wife,
Retchlesse consumde, and liude in single sort,
Esteeming that to be the blessed life,
Because he found it stuft with glee and sporte:

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As yonkers that at randon vse to range,
Refuse to wed, because they loue to change.
Untill at length his roauing eies hee kest
Upon a wench, and tooke so perfect view
Of Graces that did harbour in her brest,
As streight to liking of this maid he grewe
His fansie fed vpon hir featurde lookes,
In sort as none saue her this gallant brookes.
Who doublesse was a neate and noble Dame,
Trauersar cleaped was her worthie Sire,
And she herselfe Euphymia cald by name,
As fresh of hewe as men might well desire:
With her I say, Nastagio fell in loue,
Whose setled choyse no reason might remoue.
Her christall eyes had lurcht his yeelding heart,
And razde his bending breast by often glaunce,
Her glittering locks so queyntly coucht by art,
Had brought this youth to such a louing traunce,
As all his care was how to compasse grace,
From her whom he so derely did imbrace.
(Then as it is the trade of Cupids knights)
He fell to feast, where lackt no daintie fare,
To come be forraine cates that breede delights,
For no expence this courtly wight would spare.
Hee vsde the tilt on Ienate trapt with gold,
To please his Dannas eyes with courage bold.
For is she be a noble Dame in deede,
Shee pleasure takes to view a manlie knight

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In armour clad, be striding of his steed:
And doth detest the base and coward wight,
For that the valiant will defend her fame,
When carpet squires will hide their heads with shame.
Thus wasted he the day in Loue deuice,
And spent the nights with costly musikes sound,
In hope at length this virgin to entice
To salue his sore, and cure his couert wounde:
Nothing was left in any point vndone,
Whereby the loue of Ladies might be wonne:
By letters he vnfolded all his fittes,
By message eke imparted all his paine,
His mournfull lines bewraid his mazed wits,
His songs at loue declarde his passions plaine:
The rockiest heart aliue it would haue movde,
To see how well this noble man had loude,
Yet cruell shee, when he had done and saide
The most he might to moue her stonie heart,
To like of him might not at all be waide,
For shee was struck with Cupids Leaden dart,
Whose chilling cold had bound her bowels so,
As in no wise she could abridge his wo.
But how much more the louer made his mone,
Suing for ruth and well deserued grace,
The more shee sate vnmoued, like the stone,
Whom waues do beat, but wag not from his place:
Either beauties pride or stately flocke did force
This haughtie dame from pitie and remorce.

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Shee rigorouslie refusde, and tooke disdaine,
So much as once to yeeld him friendlie cheare,
Who for her sake had bid such bitter paine,
As any tender heart would bleed to heare:
And in reward of all his friendship past,
Shee gaue him leaue to spoile himselfe at last.
Wherto through deep dispaire his mind was bēt
In hope thereby to end his wretched woe,
Because he saw her malice not relent,
Who for good will became his deadlie foe:
For in such cuse aye death is counted light,
Where men may not enioy their sweete delight.
His wilfull hand was armde with naked knife,
And euen at point to giue the fatall stroke,
By short dispatch of loathed lingring life,
To ridde his wearie neck of heauie yoke:
But life was sweete, and he to liue, would leaue
The Dame, from whom he might no ruth receiue.
When Fansie saw his raging humour cease,
And Reason challenge rule, and charge againe,
Whereby his fond affection woulde decease,
And hee be quit of all his former paine:
To keepe him in, and hold his louer fast,
She gaue him Hope, to come by loue at last.
Thus diuers thoughts did soiourne in his brest,
Sometimes he meant himselfe with sword to slay,
Another time to leaue to loue was best:
Some other while affection bare the sway:

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Was neuer man belowe the starrie skie,
So loth to liue, and yet so woe to die.
For why? in life he found himself a thrall,
Unable aye to compasse his delight:
And yet by death there was no hope at all,
For then he was assurde to loose her quight:
So neither life nor death might ease his minde,
That by the Gods was thus to loue assignde.
Whilst thus Nastagio sought his owne decay,
By liquorous lust, his friendes and nearest kinne
Perceiuing how his wealth did wast away,
And that his bodie pinde and waxed thinne:
Did diuers times their friendly counsell giue,
That from Rauenna he abroade should liue.
For change of place perhaps wold purchase helth
And absence cause his foolish fancies weare:
They did not leaue to tell him how his wealth
And all things els consumde, and melted there:
But scornefull he did scoffe their good aduise,
And had their grauest wordes in slender price.
As louers wont, who fancie nothing lesse
Than speeches tending all to their auaile:
Not much vnlike the lame, for whose redresse.
When counsell commes, they lightlie turne their taile,
Loathing to lend an eare to holsome lore,
Of such as seeke to salue their lingring sore.
Yet they like friends would neuer blin or stint,
To shew him meanes to better his estate:

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Whereby, As often drops do pearce the flint,
So they at length by many speeches, gare
His free consent to trauell for a space,
To trie what chaunce would hap by change of place.
Iudge you that loue, and can discerne aright,
How great annoy departure bredde in minde
To him that loude a passing proper wight:
(Though not belovde) & now must leaue behinde
The idoll that was shrinde within his brest.
Whose rife remembrance lowde him little rest?
But yet away for promise sake he would,
All needfull things were ready for the same,
Both cates and coyne, with plate of beaten gold:
And for his better comfort, kinsmen came,
Who ioyed to see him part away from thence,
Where she abode that causd his lewde expence.
To forraine coast Nastagio now was bent,
But not resolude what speciall place to see,
Eyther Flaunders, France or Spaine, I think he ment.
For that those seates of ciuile nature be:
To make it short, hee tooke his horse in poast,
And so departs the soyle he fansied most.
They had not trauailde farre, before they came
Unto a place, that from Rauenna stood
Three miles or thereabout, the village name
Was Classye, there Nastagio thought it good
To make aboude, for ease and solace sake,
Wherefore he pight his tent, and thus bespoke.

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In thank you (friends quoth hee) with all my hart,
I hold my selfe indebted for your paine,
Now here you may (if so you list) depart,
And to Rauenna shape returne againe:
For I and mine will respite here a space,
I like the seate, and fancie well the place.
Here doe I meane to make assured stay,
Untill the rufull Gods doe ease my woe,
And Cupide chase my sorowes cleane away,
I purpose not a foote from hence to goe:
Lo here I pledge my faith to come no more
Unto the soyle where I receiude my sore.
Which promise if I hold, you haue your willes,
Who gaue aduise and counsell to the same:
There restes no more your pensiue friend fulfils
A heauie charge, to flee so faire a Dame,
As to my doome, there are not many moe,
To match with her, whose beautie breedes my woe.
But well, content I am, at your request
To liue exilde, in manner as you see,
I will no more produce mine owne vnrest,
By louing her that loathes to pitte me:
And hauing thus at full declarde his minde,
They tooke their leaues, he pausde and staid binde.
Thus he at plasure lodgde, did banket more,
And led his life at greater libertie,
Than in Rauenna he had done of yore:
Hee did exceede for courtly iolitie,

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There wanted no delight that youth doth craue,
Which he for coyne or any cost might haue.
And whylom, as his auncient custome was,
For diuers of his friendes he vsde to send,
In gladsome ioyes the wearie day to passe:
Whereby no loue care might his ease offend:
Was neuer wight that liude in greater glee,
Nor spent his time in brauer sort than hee.
When May, with motly robes began his raigne,
(A lustie time for euery louing lad)
Nastagio pondering in his busie braine,
The slender hyre that he receiued had,
And foule repulse for all his good desart,
Gan walke abrode, and wild his groomes to part.
Whereby he might the better call to thought,
The causelesse rigour of the cruell Dame:
Whose smal regard his former spoil had wrought
And turnde his torments into pleasaunt game:
Along he paced into a gladsome groue,
Whilst in his head ten thousand fancies stroue.
There stalkte he on, as soft as foote could tread,
In deepe discourse of beautie and disdaine,
Untill himselfe a mile or more he lead
Into the Coppyse, not hauing any traine:
So long he staide, as dinner time drew neare,
Which he forgot, not minding bellye cheare.
Loe see the hap, that him did there betide,
Within a while he heard a dolefull noyse,

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Of one that in the groue full shrilly cryde,
Who seemde to be a virgin by her voyce:
The sodayne feare so much amazde the man,
As streight to leaue his pleasant thoughtes he gan,
Uplifted he his head, and glewde aboute
To see what woofull wight it was and why
She so exclamde, and made such sodaine shoute:
And as alongst the lawnde he kest his eye,
A naked Nymphe well shapte in euery lym,
With speedie pace, he sawe come towards him,
Retchelesse she ran through thick & thin amayn,
Bebrusht with bryers her broosed body bled.
The brambles skirmishte had with euery vayne,
Untrust her haire hoong rounde about her head:
And euer as she ranne athwarte the wood,
Mercy she cryde with open mouth a good.
Two monstrous mastyues eke he sawe that ran
Close by her side, two vgly curres they were,
Who euer as they ouertooke her, gan
Her haunches with their greedie teeth to teare:
To view (alas) it was a wofull sight,
Such hungrie boundes on naked flesh to light.
He lookte a little more ascance, and vewde
One riding faste, as Ienats legges could goe,
A hydeous knight, to seeming swarthie hewde,
And (as appearde) he was the maydens foe:
For in his hande a naked sword he had,
Whose face was grimme, and he in blacke yclad.

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Who gallopt on, and glewde with fell regarde,
Pronouncing threates and termes of hye disdaine,
Which cruell tooles for murther well preparde:
And cryde so loude Nastagio heard it plaine,
That he reuenge of her by death would take,
With other thundring words which thoe he spake.
Thus for an houre space, or thereaboute,
In one selfe brake Nastagio mazed stoode
Perplexed sore, and greatly in a doubte,
Beholding howe the dogges athwarte the wood,
Did chace the wench, and how the wrathful knight
With gastly looke pursewde this sillie wight.
So long he gazde, that pitie grew in fine,
And swelling yre incenst his manly brest,
Pricking him on, and making him repine,
To see a sillie dame so sore distresse:
So as vnlesse he rescued her from foes,
She was assurde eftsoone her life to lose.
But bootlesse twas to meane to help the mayde,
Not hauing weapons fit, nor sworde, nor launce,
But yet, bicause the case required ayde,
He caught a truncheon from a Pyne by chaunce,
And therewithall against the armed knight
And both his curres he made with all his might.
The horseman when he sawe Nastagio bent
For her supplie, whom he would reaue of life:
Exclamde alowde, withstande not mine intent
Nastagio, stinte and breede no further stryfe,

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Forgoe thy force, let mastiues haue their will,
Sith they and I this monster meane to kill.
He scarsly spake the worde, but by and by
The egre curres vnto her flankes they flewe,
And with her bloud that ran abundantly,
Their monstrous mouths they hastned to imbrewe:
Withall the knight dismounted from his steede,
And in he ranne his hungrie dogges to feede.
Nastagio seeing this approcht the knight,
I muse (quoth he) how thou shouldst know my name
Who neuer earst, eche ether sawe with sight,
But this assure thy selfe, it is a shame,
A man at armes his honour to distaine,
With conquest of a mayde so fowly slaine.
A blouddie facte, a simple wenche to kill
With cruell sworde, whose force consistes in flight,
A beastly parte, such mastiues mawes to fill,
With giltlesse bloud, a villaines nature right.
Thou dealste with her, as though she were a beaste
In forest bredde, not tasting womens breast.
Assure thy selfe as much as lyeth in me,
I meane to garde her, maugre all thy might,
I compte her cleare without offence to be,
She is vnlike to be a guiltie wight:
I may not brooke such wrong in any wise,
Against my kinde and honour sore it lies.
Wherto the knight to this effect replyde:
Nastagio would thou wist and knewst it well,

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That I to thee am verie neere allyde,
Both borne and bred where thou & thyne do dwell:
My first descent I tooke of noble race,
Thou knowst my stocke. Now listen to my case.
I lyued, when thou wert but of tender age,
A mortall man, and hight sir Guye by name,
My lucke was such as fansie made me rage,
And fall in liking with this stately dame,
Whom here thou seest, my loue was nothing lesse
Than that which doth thy yeelding heart possesse.
I likte her well, I helde her verie deare:
But cruell she, so tygrelyke requites
My great good will with such a skornfull cheare,
As lacke of tuche berefte me my delightes:
Despaire so grewe within my haplesse brest,
As on a time to compasse greater rest,
This fauchion fell, in deepe despite I drewe,
To stinte my woes which neuer would aslake,
And with the same my sefe I fowly flewe,
In hope thereby an ende of hale to make:
Which wicked deede the Gods detested so,
As I was iudgde to hollow hell to go.
And there assignde by rightfull doome diuine,
For shortning of my life to liue in payne,
Where lingring griefes should make my ghost to pine,
For life mispent the fittest hire & gayne:
With Pluto thus it was my lot to stay,
Woe worth the time that I my selfe did staye.

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But listen on within a little space,
This haughtie dame that hastned on my death,
For yeelding me such slender hire and grace,
Who thought it none offence to stoppe my breath,
Likewise did dye, whome mightie Ioue and iuste,
For her desarte, among the furies thrust.
To quit her shame, in hell she had a share,
With diuelish impes, that whilom wanted grace:
And after that she had remayned thare,
And plungde her limmes in frozen pittes a space,
She was aduaunste vp to the earth againe,
And I with her to breede eche others payne.
Loe thus the Gods did will it for to bee,
Whose sentence may at no time be vndone.
That she in poaste (as thou thy selfe doest see)
All bare of roabes before these dogs should ronne,
And I on horsebacke after her should goe,
Not as a friende, but like a mortall foe.
And looke howe ofte I reachte her on the way,
So oft I should dismember all her corse,
With selfe same sworde that did his maister slay,
She giuing cause, though I did vse the force:
And butcherlike to rippe her downe the raynes,
Who for good will, allowde me bitter paines.
And hauing cut her carkasse quite in twayne,
That I should crushe the heart as colde as stone,
Not sparing to dispoyle eche little vayne,
Eche tender corde and string that grewe theron:

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And take those other inwarde partes, to feede
My hungrie dogs, to serue their present neede.
This heauie doome was by the Gods assignde
The cruell dame, for wanting dewe regarde:
She is assurde no greater ease to finde,
This torment is for her outrage preparde:
These curres and I in order as you see,
Appoynted are her daily scourge to be.
And in this selfe same groue where now we goe,
Eache Friday neere about this tyme of day,
This wicked wenche bewayles her wretched woe,
And I with helpe of curres my part do play.
The mastiues they doe chace her thwarte the wood,
And I imbrewe my weapon with her blood.
Ech place where she hath wroth my wo ere this,
And yelded griefe in guerdon of good will,
Unto her plague that place appointed is,
There must I her with bloudie weapon kill:
And marke how many monthes I spent in loue,
So many yeeres must she this penance proue.
Wherefore doe let me put the same in vre,
Which she deserues, and Ioue did giue in charge,
Let her for former pride such paines endure,
As she may smarte, and I my selfe discharge:
In any wise take not her cause in hande.
In vaine it were for man with God to stande.
Nastagio hauing heard the tale he tolde,
And waying well the earnest words he spake,

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Although he were a ventrous wight and bolde,
Yet gan his trembling limmes with fear to quake:
He had not tho a haire but stoode vpright,
Wherwith he starte abacke, as one afright.
And gazde vpon the girle in woful case,
Marking the rigour that the knight would vse
And practise thereupon the wench in place,
Who was to bide his force, and might not chuse:
His harte it bled within his breast, to vewe,
Howe tho the knight to diuelish choler grewe.
For when he had his tedious processe donne,
Full like a bedlam beast in forrest bred,
He gan vpon the silly wretche to ronne,
Who to escape, before the mastiues fled:
With naked sworde he preast to do the deed,
And came behinde, full cowardlyke to speede.
Bootlesse it was for her away to flye:
The Ienate was too good for her of foote,
And more than that, the tyrant was so nye,
As to appeale for pitie was no boote:
Wherfore with faint, for feebled as she was,
With bowing knee she fell vpon the grasse.
The greedie houndes estsoone began to bite,
Seazing vpon her carkas with their iawes:
With that comes in the gastly sweating knight,
Who thrust her through, & made no longer pawse:
Streight down she went, wt bloudy brest to ground
Unable to sustayne so great a wounde.

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Then backe he put his hand behinde his hippes,
And drewe a shoulder knife of purpose made,
Wherwith the beast the brisket bone vnrippes,
As is the bluddie butchers common trade:
And out he hewde the liuely leaping hearte,
Whereof eche wayting mastiue had a parte.
They quickly chopte it vp, and made dispatche,
As carrion curres and rauening whelpes do vse,
That euery filthy morsell lightly snatche,
And being nipt with famine, nought refuse:
As soone as this was doone, the virgin rose,
And was on foote, and to the seawarde goes.
As though there had bene no such matter past,
And by her side the mastiues raune a mayne,
The knight he mounted on his horse in haste,
Not sparing spurres, and out he drew agayne
The dreadfull sworde, as he had done of yore:
Within a while Nastagio sawe no more.
They vanisht soone as those that went apace,
On neither side was slacknesse to be founde,
The mayde she mounted, being had in chace,
Life made her leape, euen as the Hare doth bound:
The hungry dogs, that hunger starued weare,
Layde on as fast her fleshye flankes to teare.
The rustie knight he gaue his horse the rayne,
And followde harde, as men for wager ronne,
Upon desire to plague the wenche againe,
Who earst to him so great a wrong had donne:

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Thus famine, feare, and fell reuenging minde,
Made mastiues, maid, & knight their legs to finde.
Nastagio hauing seene this pageant plaide,
Stoode still in part to pittie movd withall,
In part with strangenesse of the sight dismaide,
Began to ponder with himselfe, and call
To minde afresh, how that the knight had told,
Ech fryday that he might the like behold.
Which fitted well he thought for his intent.
It might perhaps turne him in time to good:
Wherefore he markt the place, and home he went,
Leauing a signe vndoubted where he stood,
Till time he were dispozde to put in vre,
That newe deuise, his quiet to procure.
Retirde vnto his tent, his man he sends
Unto Rauenna, out of hand to will
His nearest kin, and best beloued friends
To visite him in proofe of their good will:
Who being bid, came posting streight away,
To whom Nastagio thus began to say:
Mine auncient friends, you counseld me of yore
To shun the shamefull loue, that whylom I
Bestowde on her, that me tormented sore,
And plagude me so as I was like to die:
You warned mee to flie my pleasant foe,
Within whose brest no tender ruth might grow.
And more than that, you friendly did aduise
That I should part my countrey, to auoide

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My monstrous charge, that dailie did arise
And mount so hie as I was much anoyde,
Now friendes, the wished time is come, for I
Am readie here vnto your best to plie.
I yeeld you heartie thanks in humble sort,
In great good part your holsome reade I take:
I craue no more, but that you will resort
Unto my lodge on Friday next, to make
Good cheere, bring Paule Trauersar then along,
And eke his wife, or els you do me wrong,
In any wise let not the Matron leaue
That daintie peace her daughter deare behind,
I meane in friendly manner to receiue
My friendes as then: such fare as you shall ffind,
Accept in gree, faile not to come, I pray,
And bring with you these parties at the day.
So many as were present there in view,
Both gaue him thankes, and promist not to faile,
Themselues to come, and bid the residue,
Which they performde, the sute did soone preuaile
With all the guestes, saue with that rockie maide,
Who scornd his feast, and gladly would haue staid.
But yet at length with much ado she went,
The presence of her parents led her on,
Who being come vnto Nastagios tent,
With courtly grace he greeted euerie one,
Reioycing there to see so braue a traine,
But her chiefe, that bred him all his paine.

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Iust vnderneath a very statelie Pine,
That shadowed all the troupe in compasse round,
The table stood, where all these states should dine:
To tell you truth, it was the selfe same grounde,
Where earst the knight had had the maid in chace:
The feaster prayde eche one to take his place.
And so they did, regarding their estate
That worthie were the highest reeme to holde:
The fourme was fraught, vpon the bench there sat
Euphymia, so as shee must needes behold
From first to last all thinges that fortunde tho,
There was no shift, Nastagio meant it so.
I leaue to descant of their daintie fare,
(Set bankets made by Courtiers lacke no cates.)
We may presume the seruice there was rare.
Because the board was virond round with states:
So much the more because his mistresse came,
Whom hee had found so coy and queint a dame.
When second course was servde in order rowne,
Euen then the blooddie Tragedie began:
The Sewer set the meate no sooner downe,
But by and by was heard of euery man,
A yelling noise that Echode in the skies,
The wofulst sound that man might well deuise.
Whereat ech one that sate at meate did muze,
Demaunding who that wretched wight should bee,
And asaing what should meane that sodain newes,
They heard a voyce, but coulde no creature see:

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They vaunst themselues; & stood mee bolt vpright,
Because they would the sooner haue the sight.
Within a while, ech one might plainly viewe
A naked Nymph with mastiues by her side,
And eke an vgly knight that did pursue,
And posting on a Croyden Ienate ride:
It was not long before they proched neere
The place, where as was held this royall cheere.
Wherein among the gazing guests she flewe,
Exclaiming therefor each with open armes:
with that regrete and tender pitie grew
within their breastes, to rescue her from harmes:
To whom the knight cryde, let alone the maid,
Reciting that which he before had said.
He shewde at large, both who the partie was,
And did vnfold the cause of all her woe,
And why the sentence of the Gods did passe
In cruell sort vpon the mayden so:
which pocesse made them muze and marueile much,
So as none durst the knight or curres to touch.
Then he behavde him as he did of yore,
Slashing the Lady with his fauchion fell.
The dogs receivde their pittance as before:
who fed vpon the heart, and likte it well:
As many men and women as did view
This wofull sight, and both the parties knew.
And eke the houses whence they did descende,
And wist the cause of all this cursed case,

23

But now sir Guye for faithfull loue was shend,
And how the cruell maiden wanted grace:
with one consenting minde lamented so,
As out brast teares in witnesse of their woe.
When that the knight had vsde the matter thus
In blooddie sort, as you haue heard it told:
Amongst themselues the feasters gan discusse,
And diuersly debate from young to old,
From first to last, what lately hapned there,
Toucht all with dread, but most that dame did fear
Whom good Nastagio loude, and tendred much
Because she thought within her guiltie minde,
That her in chiefe this tragedie did touch,
For foule disdaine and being so vnkinde
To him who for good will deserued ruth,
And could atchieue but scorne for all his truth.
Then first of all resorted to her thought,
what rockie heart and brasen breast she bare
The courteous Knight, her loue that dearly bought,
And who for her had langsluisht long in care:
And hereupon as there shee sate in place,
Shee thought herself the wench that was in chase.
Full sore she feard her flanks, & thought shee sawe
Her friende pursue her on his fretting steed,
And how he did his wrathful weapon draw
To take reuenge of that her cursed deed:
And meant besides his hungrie hounds to fill
with flesh of her, for want of due good will,

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So passing was her dread, as then there grewe
A deepe desire within her mellow breast,
Her louing friend in gentle wise to rewe:
Whereby her selfe might purchace quiet rest,
And scape the scourge and penance for her pride
Bestowde on him, who deepe in fansie fride.
When finisht was this feast and royall cheare,
And euery guest returned backe again
Unto her home, Euphymia did appeare
Tormented sore, and vext with monstrous paine,
The sodaine feare of what shee saw of late,
Had planted in Loue, in place of former hate.
The silent time that others doe bestowe
From heauie cares and troubles of the day
To quiet sleepe did breed this Ladies woe,
Who might not chase those deepe conceites away:
No wished winke could enter in her eye,
Unto her pillow fansie sate so nie.
When day drew on, and Phœbus with his waine
Had cleard the pole, and darknesse put to flight,
She felt a fresh supply of pleasant paine,
And wept the dayes as shee had watcht the night:
Nastagio stacke so firmely in her breast,
As for her life shee could not compasse rest.
Wherefore shee calles a chamber maid of trust,
(A wittie wench, and one that knew her good)
And told her that in all the hast she must
Unto Nastagios tent in Classy wood:

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To let him wit, that if he would vouchsaue
Her honest loue, he might his purpose haue,
For shee was fully bent without delay
To stoupe vnto his will, if so it were
His pleasure, then with speed to come away.
The maid departs, and being entred where
Nastagio was, shee told her mistresse minde
From point to point, as dutie did her binde.
All haile (good sir) quoth shee, in luckie houre
And blessed time I viewe thy louely face:
Mine vnexpected comming to thy boure,
And preassing here thus ouerbold in place,
Is by my ioyfull newes to wright thy case,
Whose noble minde in loue hath melted long,
As to thy pains, so to thy open wrong.
Sufficeth now thy sad and solemne cheare,
Discharge those cankred cares that fret thy mynde,
Lay sorrow quite aside, which thou too deare
Hast bought, by means my Mistresse was vnkinde
Plucke vp thy spirites, hencefoorth be sure to finde,
As great good liking at my Ladies hand,
As thou wouldst wish, she means thy frend to stand.
And for a proofe of what I vtter now,
Loe the lines that flatly do vnfolde
Her yelding necke, that to thy yoke doth bowe,
With such good will as may not well be tolde,
So faire a frend is worth her weight in gold.
Thus much by mouth my mistresse wild me say,
The rest (I iudge) this paper will bewray.

[24]

The Ladies Letter of pittie to her afflictd friend, to whom she had been cruell

As thou wilt muze to reade,
so I might blush to write
These lines of loue, who for goodwill
haue fed thee with despite
And from the day when thou
becamst a thrall in loue,
Could neuer spare one sparke of grace
that was for thy behoue:
Till now, both cleane against
mine honour and mine vse,
A Ladie, and a mayden both,
I sende thee termes of truce.
But listen well vnto
the tale that I shall tell.
Ere rashly thou my kindnesse deeme,
and thinke I vse thee well.
For Lions seldome sewe
vnto the sillie sheepe,
No porter to their captiues crouch,
whom they in chaines doe keepe
Few Ladies of estate,
few Dames of hie degree,
Doe bow vnto their vassals willes,
as I doe now to thee.

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But knowe that though I write
the wordes of great good will:
Yet I regarde mine honour aye,
and keepe my countnance still.
No lust procurde my lynes,
my credite to impaire:
No fleshie fitte my fancie forst
to speake Nastagio faire.
But seeing how in seas
of sorow and distresse,
Thy body bathde for loue of me:
I could not doe no lesse,
But seeke to salue thy harmes
by pitying thine anoy,
Who, to possesse my liked limmes,
bereft thy selfe of ioy.
I saw howe for my sake
thou wasted hadst thy welth,
And planting battrie to my fort,
wert retchlesse of thy health:
Deuising how to raze
the bulwarke of my brest,
And scale the walles of my good will,
whom thou didst fancie best,
I plainly did perceiue
(as Louers soone will see,)
Howe thou forsookest thy natiue soyle,
and all for loue of me:

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Quite carelesse of thy coyne,
thy friendes and yeerely rents,
Not forcing stately builded bowres,
nor gallant garish tentes:
Which when I flatly found,
from fansie to proceede,
(Although thou thoughtst me ouerproud)
I pitied thee in deede.
Yea Ioue shall be my iudge,
when thou beganste to sewe,
And in Rauenna wert inragde,
and first to liking grewe:
Thy courtly grace was such,
so comly was thy corse,
And all thy partes so pleasde mine eyes,
as I had had remorse,
And bended to thy bowe,
saue that I dreaded guiles:
My fearefull youth bid me beware,
of mens mistrustfull wiles.
Who faine to frie in loue,
and melt with fansies flames:
When their deuise is only how
by craft to compasse dames.
I reade in auncient bookes,
how Iason playde the Iew,
And to the Queene that savde his life,
in fine was found vntrue:

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Not forcing her a figge,
who for his sake forwent
Both aged syre, and tender babes,
and crowne by due descent.
Againe I calde to minde
how false Æneas fled,
And left the curteous Carthage dame
fast sleepiug in her bed:
Whose bountie earst had bounde
by det and due desart,
When weatherbeaten he arrvide,
this trayterous Troyans hart.
Theu Theseus came to thought,
and pranking Paris eake:
Who like vnfaithfull fickle men,
their sworne vowes did breake.
Fayre Oenons wofull writ
can witnesse of the tone:
Thother from Ariadna fled
and left her post alone.
With sundrie suters mo,
who being bound to loue,
Saunce quarell good, or matter why,
their likings did remoue:
Renouncing to their shames,
those Ladies, who did rewe
Their base estates, and did relieue
the men they neuer knewe

[26]

These partes procurde my pawse,
And wilde me to beware,
Least I by giuing rash consent
to loue, were trapt in snare.
My loue was like to thine,
I fryde with egall fire:
But nature helpes vs to conceale
the sparkes of our desire.
Kinde aydes vs to conuey
our fittes in finer wise:
For honours sake, than men, who shew
their fancies by their eyes,
Which if we Ladies did,
Defame would ring her bell,
And blaze out armes in colours base
although we meant but well.
You men like Marchants are
that set their wares to showe,
Whereby to lure the lookers eyes
that by your wyndowes goe,
And sundrie times in steade
of right and costly clothes,
You vtter trash, and trifling stuffe,
which euery chapman lothes.
But we like Goldsmithes deale,
that forge their plate within:
Whose hammers plie the Anuil aye,
and yet no working seen.

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No smoke nor smoother flies,
for any to beholde,
Untill the rude vnperfite masse
be brouhht to burnisht golde.
We worke, but all within,
our hammers are not heard:
We hotly loue, but keepe it close,
for feare our match be marde,
For who esteemes the mayde,
or holdes the virgin pure:
That standes a stale for euerie guest,
and stoupes to euerie lure?
Yea, be she maide or wife,
if once her lookes be light,
And that in sundrie suters tales
she place her deepe delight:
Downe is her credite cut
with hatchet of mishap,
Her honour hewde in peeces straight,
by meane of open lap.
O Goddes, what griefe were this
vnto a noble minde?
How would it vexe an honest Nymph,
whose credite clearely shynde?
For offer of goood will,
with meaning not amisse:
To beate the badge of Helen, or
of Creside, for a kisse?

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Then ought not we (I pray)
that noble maydens are,
So guide our tender steppes of state,
as vertue may prefarre,
And place vs in the ranke,
that is for Ladies dewe?
Should we lende light beliefe to loue:
or euery suter rewe?
So might we reape the crop
of care, and foule defame:
Where earst we neuer meant to sowe
the sinfull seedes of shame.
I write not this of all
that louing suters bee,
Or in such sort, as though I thought
the like deceit in thee,
As earst in Iason was,
or in the wandring Prince,
And sundrie other Lordings mo,
that haue bene louers since.
One Swallow is no signe
that Sommer time is come,
No more must all Cupidos knightes
be cast because of some,
Birdes are not plumde alike,
yet all birdes in kinde:
So men are men: but yet in some
more fickle partes we finde.

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I counte thee no such one
as lightly will remoue:
Thy lingring sute, my long delayes
confirme thy faith in loue.
Whom sith I finde so firme
and stedfast in desire,
As neither lowring lookes, nor lacke
can make thee once retyre,
Or folter in thy fayth,
which thou hast vowde to me:
Proceede in loue, but hast thee home,
that I thy face may see.
Plucke vp thy manly minde,
and sprites forspent with woe:
Drie vp the deaw that from thine eyes
and drearie cheekes do flow:
Doe barbe that boysterous beard:
that ouergrowes thy face:
Either cut, or kembe thy feltred lockes
to mende thy manly grace.
Put on thy golden gyte,
and former fresh aray:
Bestride thine auncient stately steede
and quickly come away.
Backe to Rauenna ride,
euen there to purchase ioy,
Where thou ere this (the more my blame)
hast liude in great anoy.

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Forgo thy solemne walkes,
bandon Classie wood:
Leaue off to leade thy life in lawndes,
imbrace thy townish good.
Thou art no vowed Monke
in Cloyster close to dwell:
No Ancker thou enioynde with Beads,
to hyde in simple Cell.
But thou a comelie knight,
in field a Martial man:
And eke in time of peace, a wight
that rule Rauenna can.
Whefore as I enforst
thy bale and causelesse care:
And was the onely she that made
thee mourne, and languish thare:
So (good Nastagio) nowe
let me reuoke thee thence:
That hande that did the harme ere this
nowe vse in thy defence.
I shot, I must confesse,
the dart that gaue the dynt,
For which, lo here the blesseful balme,
thy deadly griefes to stint.
Surceasse thy wofull plaintes,
discharge thy darke dispaire:
The golden beames of my remorse,
shall cleare thy cloudy ayre.

29

When angry frowning foes
encounter in the fildes,
With murdering mindes, the stronger slaies.
when once the weaker yeeldes.
Up goes the wrathfull sworde
into his sheath againe:
The yeelding of the tone, doth cause
that neuer a man is slaine.
If weakest thus may winne
by stouping to the strong,
In combate fell for life and death:
thou doest mee double wrong,
That hold in virgins hand,
thy bale and eke thy blisse,
And am thy Queene, and only ioy,
and frankly offer this:
If thou my kindnesse scorne,
and rather makste the choyce
To spill thy gallaunt prime in plants,
than with thy friendes reioyce.
Thou seest how I do sue,
to whom thou for suedst grace.
Sith I doe pitie thy distresse,
to hight thy dolefull case:
Dispatch without delay,
treade torments vnder foote,
That mirth within thy mourning minde
may take the deeper root.

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The banquet latelie made,
where I beheld my cheere,
And marckte thy moode from point to point,
in whome did plaine appeare
A kinde and constant heart,
not bolstred vp with gyle:
Enflamde my liuer so with loue,
as I was forst to smyle.
And had by outward shewes,
bewraied thee my good will,
Saue that my mother present was
who markt my countenance still.
I sawe, when we approcht,
the tent amid the wood:
How all thy guests reioyst thee, but
twas I that did thee good,
My presence bred delight,
with thy blooming brest:
And to dissemble liking thou,
didst welcome all the rest.
I markt at table how.
thou slilie cast thine eie,
On me askance, and caruedst too
my mother by and by:
As who would say, behold
the meate I meant to thee,
I am enforst to giue it here
least they my fansie see.

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And when I raught the wine,
and dranke my thyrst to quell,
In self same peece how thou would pledge
I yet remember well.
I saw, when after meat
wee parted home againe,
How all thy former frolicke fit,
was quickly changde to paine,
My comming brought thee blisse,
my parture made thee pine.
My beatie for the time enflamde
and heat that heart of thine.
I saw (what wilt thou more)
my presence was thy life,
And how mine absence set thy wits
at cruell warre and strife,
Then sith thine eyes are bent
to feed vppon my face,
And that the want of my good wiil
hath made thee runne this race:
I rew thee now at last,
I pitie thy distresse,
I yeeld that thou the castle of
thy comfort now possesse.
I am no Lions whelpe,
I suckt no Tigers teat,
In spoyle of such as sewde for loue,
delight I neuer set.

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I neuer pleasure tooke,
in forcing foe to death.
Much lesse my tender heart wil brooke
to stoppe Nastagios breath.
Time giues assurance good
of thine vnfained trust:
Thou bearst no treason in thy brest,
thou hast no lechers lust.
Whom sithence I haue tride
in loue so perfect true:
To quit thy faith, I am thy friend,
reseruing honour due.
If marriage loue thou meane,
then franke consent I giue,
To yeeld thee vp Dianas bowe.
and loue thee whilst I liue.
In Iunos ioyfull yoke,
to ioyne and draw with thee:
It likes me well, there rests no more
but that my frends agree.
Small sute shal serue the turne,
for if they doe not yeeld:
Then I my selfe enright thee with
the conquest of the fielde,
My selfe do keepe the key,
where lies the iewell, which
Is thy delight, and onely ioy
whom thou desirst so much.

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But no mistrust I haue,
thy motions are so good:
Thy flocke, and state, so noble, as
thou shalt not be withstood.
Wherefore (O makelesse man)
set all delayes aside,
Thy Ladie loues, and is content
to be thy bounden bride,
Retire, thou retthlesse wight,
whose lingring woundeth twaine:
Two noble hearts shall thinke them blest,
when thou returne againe,
These wordes I wrote in bed,
where oft I wisht for thee:
Mine honour bids me pawse at that,
as yet it must not be.
Farewell, with Nestors yeeres,
God sende thee happie daies:
Remember, thou that louing mindes
can broke no long delaies.
Alas, for thee I die
ten thousand times a day:
My fits be fierce, my griefe is great,
wherefore dispatch away.
I wish thee Dadals wings,
or Perseus praunsing steed,
Or els the Cart that Phæton rulde,
but better farre to speed.

[31]

In heart I am thy wife,
if that content thy will,
Once more adeu, thy lingring long,
thy faithfull friend will spill,
Thy long beloued in RAVENNA. EVPHYMIA.
Guerra ei mio stato, dira, e di duol piena.
Vegghio, penso, ardo, piango.
Eftsoone replyde the knight, with friendly face,
With gladsome heart, & trembling tong for ioy:
Faire Nymph (quoth he) thy comming to this place
Delights me much, and quits my great annoy.
The thing, whereto thou saist I shall aspire,
Is that which long Nastagio did desire,
Thy message likes my minde exceeding well,
And sith thy Ladie deales so friendly now
With me her thrall, forget not thou to tell,
That by the Gods I make a solemne vow,
Not to abuse her honour or defile
Her noble name by any wanton wile.
My purpose is, in good and godly sort,
To take her to my lawfull wedded wife,
And so vnto the Lady make report,
I sweare my selfe her husband during life:

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Doe giue my Loue this Amathiste from mee,
As pledge that I ere long with her will bee:
And for thy paines, loe here a slender summe,
But better this, than no reward at all:
I meane to friende thee more in time to come,
Farewell (faire sweete) accept my guerdon small:
The maid had money, thanks, and leaue to part,
Whose answere made her Ladie light of heart.
And thereupon withouten longer stay,
Unto her friendes shee brake her whole intent,
As touching marriage, and with all did pray
With willing mindes that they would giue consent,
Unfolding her effection to the man,
And how in heart that onely course she ran.
The aged parents of this willing wight,
Perceiuing how their daughters minde was set,
And knowing eke the fansie of the knight,
Triumpht for ioy, and thought it sinne to let
Such honest loue, or hinder marriage bande,
The short is this, they wedded out of hand,
A marriage day no sooner gone and paste,
There were not in Rauenna man wife,
If you had fitted all from first to last,
In greater glee that wasted all their life:
She shewde herselfe not halfe so hard before,
But being matcht, she loude him ten times more.
And not alone this one good turne befell
Nastagio, through this sodaine forced feare,

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But diuers moe, that there about did dwell,
Bepitied those that louing hearts did beare:
And such as for good will had rigour showen,
No more for foes, but louers would be knowen.

The Lenuoy.

Thrice happie those I deeme aboue the rest,
That ground good will, and fixe affection so,
As in the end it fall out for the best,
Not broken off by fortune, nor by foe:
Seedes wisely sowen will prosper well and growe.
But where aduise and wholsome counsel wants,
Trees may not proue, they perish in the plants
Who makes his choice to loue in tender age.
And scornes the skill of such as time hath taught,
And headlong runnes at riot in his rage,
Is like the birde in net by fowler caught,
Bringing himselfe and all his wealth to naught:
It cannot be but such as counsel scorne,
Must needes at length be vtterly forlorne.
The sicke that loathes to listen to his cure,
And seekes no meane his maladie to cease,
To die the death, for lacke of helpe is sure.
The carelesse man is full of wretchednesse:
So raging loue brings balefull end, vnlesse
The patient plie, and lend a bending eare,
Vnto his friend, that willes to forbeare.
VVhich seldome when in frantike youth is found,
In case of loue where pleasure strikes the stroke,
They hate the plaister that should heale the wound,
And like the beast runne willing to the yoke,
That with his straightnesse sundrie times doth choke.

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The least anoy that fraile desires bestow,
Is wracke of wealth, if quite the carcasse goe:
Yea diuers times goodes, life, and al decayes,
Through foolish luste, and wanton witlesse wil:
So many be the driftes and double waies:
That craftie dames doe put in practise still,
As some they sotte, and other some thay kill.
They little force, how raging louers rewe,
So they themselues in peace the pageant vewe:
Not much vnlike the wilie witted boy
That tiles his trappe to take the subtile foxe,
Who clappes his handes, and makes the greatest ioy,
When he pecceiues fale Raynard in the stockes,
And for his labour giues ten thousand mockes:
So craftie Dames contented are to lute
Men on to loue, but scorne them being sure.
Their pranking beauties pricke them on to pride,
Their feitured limmes bedeckt with natures die:
Makes them followe rigour for their guide,
And ouerlookes their friendes with haughtie eye,
Who for their loues are euen at point to die:
Without regarde of spoyle, or of expence,
Deeming them selues quite cleare of all offence.
As in this processe plaine is set to viewe,
Wherein a heauie mistresse playde her parte,
Right well content to let Nastagio rewe,
And for good will to reape disdaine and smarte,
That loude her from the bottome of his hearte:
Who though were ritche, and noble by descent,
Yet might not make her marble minde relent,
By lingring loue she made his monie mealte,
As waxe doth weare against the flaming fire:
Through her disdaiue outragiously he dealt,

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Wasting his wealth to compasse fond desire,
A great deale more than reason did require:
She was the cause, for had not fancie bene:
He would more neere vnto his profite seene.
But womens beauties bleare the clearest eyes,
Their feeble force makes weake the wisest wittes,
Their limber chaines the sturdie Champion ties,
The grauest sage is thrall to louing fitts,
The rockiest brest with bolt Cupido hittes:
And who so thinkes to scape most cleare away,
Is soonest caught, and makes the longest stay.
I coulde accompte Cupido for a God,
When I respect his puissance and his might,
If in his shaftes he were not found so odde,
But would in case of liking deale aright,
And force faire dames their louers to requite.
But commonly when men in fansie burne.
Then womens hartes are most vnapt to turne.
When man both rage, his Ladie lies at rest,
When he laments, she liues at quiet ease,
She coldely loues, when he doth fancie best,
And when she powtes, yet he must seeke to please,
And make faire wether in tho roughest seas:
Yea, and perhaps, at last when all is done,
As farre to seeke as when he first begonne,
As proues this noble man who hauing spente
No slender summes in seruice of his loue,
And barde himselfe, by racking of his rent:
Yet could by no desert good lyking moue,
In ruthlesse brest no pitties plantes might proue,
Till feare of harmes her late repentance wrought,
She could to clothe by no deuise be brought:
But when in fine this bloody broile she sawe,

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And plainely vewde, amid the open groue
The Ladies plagues: then was she pincht with awe
Of like successe then little Cupide stroue
Within her bulke, because that she had moue
The web that wrought Nastagio all his woe:
And thereupon she lette to be his foe.
Then fell she flatte to fansie out of hande,
Than sent she messege to bewray her mynde,
Then did she let Nastagio vnderstande,
How that she meant no more to be vnkinde,
But willing was her selfe in matche to binde:
Whereby we see that sundry things are done,
By force of feare, which wit had neuer wonne.
But sure good will of feare that takes his grounde,
But badly proues, a fansie forst in harte
Full lightly fades, and seldome when is sounde,
With euery heate tis ready to departe,
It doth resemble colours made by arte.
The franke consent in loue tis euer best,
Whom meere affection breedes in yeelding brest.
Faire Ladies, beare with what I vtter here,
Concerning women, and their deepe disgrace,
I gyrde the coye, I leaue the curteous cleare.
And this I say: who fawnes vpon the face
Of any dame, and reape, a scornefull grace:
Were she as braue as Paris Ladie was,
For louing so he proues himselfe an Asse.
Who serues sot, and bowes at euery becke,
Without the guerdon that to loue is dewe,
And playes his game at chesse to gayne a checke,
Deserues the mate that doth the checke ensewe,
Because he scornes his mischiefe to eschewe:
And she that hath a perfite friend to trust,
Deserues a plague, if she be found vniust.

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You stately Dames, that peacocklyke do pace,
Through pride abusing such as are your thralls,
Enforcing them for lacke of better grace,
Unto their bane, which sundrie times befalles,
Not finding salue to cure their griefull galles:
Euphymias plagues imprinte in heedefull mynde,
And looke for like, if you be found vnkynde.
Amachitama.
Minor pana Tantall ne linferno
Pate, che chi di donna sta al gouerno.