Tragicall Tales translated by Tvrbervile In time of his troubles out of sundrie Italians, with the Argument and Lenuoye to eche Tale |
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The argument to the third Historie.
Gentile
loude one Nicoluccios wife,
Faire Catiline, a matrone graue and wise:
Whom to corrupte sith he might not deuise,
He parted thence to leade a grauer life.
For she was bent to scorne such masking mates,
As houerd still about her husbands gates.
Faire Catiline, a matrone graue and wise:
Whom to corrupte sith he might not deuise,
He parted thence to leade a grauer life.
For she was bent to scorne such masking mates,
As houerd still about her husbands gates.
Within a while this Nicoluccio,
(His Ladie great with childe) was forst to ride
In haste from home, and leaue her there as guide:
Whome sodayne griefe assaylde by fortune so,
As Phisicke, friends, and all that sawe the chance,
Did yelde her dead, she lay in such a traunce.
(His Ladie great with childe) was forst to ride
In haste from home, and leaue her there as guide:
Whome sodayne griefe assaylde by fortune so,
As Phisicke, friends, and all that sawe the chance,
Did yelde her dead, she lay in such a traunce.
The senslesse corse was to the Church cōueide,
And buried there with many a weeping eye:
The brute was blowne abrode both faire & nye.
Reporte once spread, is hardly to be stayde.
Gentile hearing how the matter went,
His Ladies losse did bitterly lament.
And buried there with many a weeping eye:
The brute was blowne abrode both faire & nye.
Reporte once spread, is hardly to be stayde.
Gentile hearing how the matter went,
His Ladies losse did bitterly lament.
At length when teares had well dischargde his woe,
And sorrowe slakte, a friend of his and hee,
Tooke horse, & rode by night, that none might see
Whether they ment, or wherabout to goe.
To Church he came, dismounted from his horse,
He entred in, and vp he tooke the corse,
And sorrowe slakte, a friend of his and hee,
Tooke horse, & rode by night, that none might see
Whether they ment, or wherabout to goe.
To Church he came, dismounted from his horse,
He entred in, and vp he tooke the corse,
With full intent to dallie with the dead,
Which he in life by suite could neuer winne:
He colde, he kist, he handled cheeke and chinne.
He left no limme vnfelte from heele to head:
So long he staide, at last the infant steerd
Within her wombe, whereby some life appeerde.
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He colde, he kist, he handled cheeke and chinne.
He left no limme vnfelte from heele to head:
So long he staide, at last the infant steerd
Within her wombe, whereby some life appeerde.
By fellowes helpe he bore the body thence,
Home to his aged mother where she dwelt:
Who moude to ruthe, with her so frendly delt,
As to reuiue her, sparde for expence,
She could not vse her owne with greater care,
So choyse her cheere, so daintie was hir fare.
VVhen time was come for nature to vnfolde
Her coferd ware: this dame was brought a bed,
And by Gentiles meanes had happily sped:
And he forthwith a solemne feast did holde,
VVhere, to the husband, both the wife and boy
Surrendred were, to his exceeding ioye.
Home to his aged mother where she dwelt:
Who moude to ruthe, with her so frendly delt,
As to reuiue her, sparde for expence,
She could not vse her owne with greater care,
So choyse her cheere, so daintie was hir fare.
VVhen time was come for nature to vnfolde
Her coferd ware: this dame was brought a bed,
And by Gentiles meanes had happily sped:
And he forthwith a solemne feast did holde,
VVhere, to the husband, both the wife and boy
Surrendred were, to his exceeding ioye.
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