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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 first Historie.

1

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.

2

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.

4

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.

5

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.

6

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.

7

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.