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 seuenth Hystorie.
A merchāts daughter loude her brothers boy
That kept the shop, of linage basely borne,
Which grome became the damsels only ioy,
Whereat the brothers tooke no little scorne:
That he who was a youth of no account,
Presumde vnto their sisters bed to mount.
That kept the shop, of linage basely borne,
Which grome became the damsels only ioy,
Whereat the brothers tooke no little scorne:
That he who was a youth of no account,
Presumde vnto their sisters bed to mount.
So deepely sanke disdaine within their brest,
As nought saue death their malice might assuage
Those stately merchants mought not be at rest,
Till time they had dispatcht the sillie page:
Wherefore they all, with one consent agreed,
To murther him, & so they did in deede.
As nought saue death their malice might assuage
Those stately merchants mought not be at rest,
Till time they had dispatcht the sillie page:
Wherefore they all, with one consent agreed,
To murther him, & so they did in deede.
Whose absence long did grieue the tēder maide
That wept the dayes, & spent the night in teares,
Not knowing where he was, nor why he stayde:
It so fell out in fine, the ghost appeares
Amyd her dreame, of him that so was slaine,
And bid her stint her teares, that were in vaine.
That wept the dayes, & spent the night in teares,
Not knowing where he was, nor why he stayde:
It so fell out in fine, the ghost appeares
Amyd her dreame, of him that so was slaine,
And bid her stint her teares, that were in vaine.
He wried his wounds, he shewde the shameful blows
He told the traytors treason, & the traine
That wroght his bane, & whēce their malice rose
And where his mangled carkasse they had laines
Which proces tolde, he vanisht out of sight,
The wench awoke, a heauie wofull wight.
He told the traytors treason, & the traine
That wroght his bane, & whēce their malice rose
And where his mangled carkasse they had laines
Which proces tolde, he vanisht out of sight,
The wench awoke, a heauie wofull wight.
To trie the truth of what her vision spake,
She got a mate of trust, and on she hide
Vnto the place, a perfect view to take:
VVhere after search, the body she espide,
The body of her friend so lately dead,
VVhose limmes she buried, bearing thence the head.
She got a mate of trust, and on she hide
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VVhere after search, the body she espide,
The body of her friend so lately dead,
VVhose limmes she buried, bearing thence the head.
VVhich head she plasht within a Basell pot,
VVell couered all with harden soyle aloft,
Her daily vse was to lament his lot,
That so was slayne: she wept and sorrowed oft:
So long, vntill her brothers stole away
The Basell pot, wherein her louer lay.
VVell couered all with harden soyle aloft,
Her daily vse was to lament his lot,
That so was slayne: she wept and sorrowed oft:
So long, vntill her brothers stole away
The Basell pot, wherein her louer lay.
This second griefe compared to the furst,
That she (poore wench) had suffred for hir friend,
Increast her cares, and made her hart to burst,
VVhose life did whole vpon the pot depend:
The merchants, when they sawe their sister ded.
For feare of lawe, in poste their countrey fled.
That she (poore wench) had suffred for hir friend,
Increast her cares, and made her hart to burst,
VVhose life did whole vpon the pot depend:
The merchants, when they sawe their sister ded.
For feare of lawe, in poste their countrey fled.
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