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CAMBRIDGE ENGLISH CLASSICS 
 
 The Complete Works 
 
 of 
 
 George Gascoigne 
 
 In Two Volumes 
 
 VOLUME I 
 
GEORGE GASCOIGNE 
 Died 1577 
 
GEORGE GASCOIGNE 
 
 THE POSIES 
 
 EDITED BY 
 
 JOHN W. CUNLIFFE, M.A., D.Lit. (London) 
 
 PROFESSOR OF ENGLISH IN THE UNIVERSITY 
 OF WISCONSIN, U.S.A. 
 
 Cambridge : 
 
 at the University Press 
 
 1907 
 
CAMBRIDGE UNIVERSITY PRESS WAREHOUSE, 
 
 C. F. CLAY, Manager. 
 
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 [All Rights reserved] 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 TO THE REVERENDE DlVINES 3 
 
 To al yong Gentlemen 9 
 
 To the Readers generally Is 
 
 Commendatory Verses ig 
 
 Flowers ,. 
 
 Dan Bartholmew of Bathe 06 
 
 The fruites of Warre 130 
 
 Hearbes igj 
 
 Supposes i%] 
 
 Jocasta 244 
 
 Weedes 365 
 
 The pleasant Fable of Ferdinando Jeronimi and Leonora de 
 
 Valasco 383 
 
 Certayne notes of Instruction concerning the making 
 
 OF VERSE . 465 
 
 Appendix 474 
 
 Index of Titles 503 
 
 Index of First Lines . 505 
 
THE POSIES 
 
 of George Gascoigne 
 Esquire. 
 
 Corrected, perfe&ed, and augmented 
 by the Authour. 1575. 
 
 Tarn Marti quam Mercurio. 
 
 Printed at London for Richard Smith, 
 
 and are to be solde at the Northweast 
 
 doore of Paules Church. 
 
5" To the reverende Divines, unto 
 
 whom these Posies shall happen to be pre- 
 
 sented, George Gascoigne Esquire (professing 
 
 armes in the defence of Gods truth) wisheth 
 
 quiet in conscience, and all consolation 
 
 in Christ Jesus. 
 
 Right reverend : I have thought it my part (before I wade 
 further in publishing of these Posies) to lay open before 
 your grave judgementes, aswell the cause which presently 
 moveth mee to present them, as also the depth and secrets of 
 some conceytes, which (being passed in clowdes and figurative 
 speeches) might percase both be offensive to your gravitie, and 
 perillous to my credite. 
 
 It is verie neare two yeares past, since (I beeing in Hollande 
 in service with the vertuous Prince of Orenge) the most parte 
 of these Posies were imprinted, and now at my returne, I find 
 that some of them have not onely bene offensive for sundrie 
 wanton speeches and lascivious phrases, but further I heare that 
 the same have beene doubtfully construed, and (therefore) 
 scandalous. 
 
 My reverende and welbeloved : whatsoever my youth hath 
 seemed unto the graver sort, I woulde bee verie loth nowe in 
 my middle age to deserve reproch : more loth to touch the 
 credite of any other, and moste loth to have mine own name 
 become unto you odious. For if I shoulde nowe at this age 
 seeme as carelesse of reproche, as I was in greene youth readie 
 to goe astray, my faultes might quickely growe double, and 
 myne estimation shoulde bee woorthie too remayne but single. 
 I have learned that although there may bee founde in a Gentle- 
 man whereby to be reprehended or rebuked, yet ought he not 
 to be woorthie of reproofe or condemnation. 
 
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THE EPISTLE TO 
 
 All this I set downe in preamble, too the ende I maye 
 thereby purchase youre pacience. And as I desyre that you 
 wyll not condemne mee wythoute proofe, so am I contented, 
 that if heereafter you finde mee guiltie, youre definitive sentence 
 shall then passe publikelye under the Seale of Severitie. 
 
 It were not reason (righte reverende) that I shoulde bee 
 ignoraunt howe generally wee are all magk proni ad malum quam 
 ad bonum. Even so is it requisite that I acknowledge a general! 
 reformation of maners more necessarie to bee taught, than 
 anye Whetstone of Vanities is meete (in these dayes) to bee 
 suffered. And therefore as youre gravitie hathe thought requy- 
 site that all ydle Bookes or wanton Pamphlettes shoulde bee 
 forbidden, so might it seeme that I were woorthie of greate 
 reprehension, if I shoulde bee the Aufthour of evill wilfully, or 
 a provoker of vyces wittingly. And yet some there are who 
 have not spared too reporte that I receyved greate summes of 
 money for the first printing of these Posies, whereby (if it 
 were true) I mighte seeme not onely a craftie Broker for the 
 utteraunce of garishe toyes, but a corrupte Merchaunte for the 
 sale of deceyptfull wares. 
 
 For answere heereof it is moste true (and I call Heaven and 
 Earth too witnesse) that I never receyved of the Printer, or of 
 anye other, one grote or pennie for the firste Copyes of these 
 Posyes. True it is that I was not unwillinge the same shoulde 
 bee imprinted : And that not of a vaineglorious desyre too bee 
 thought a pleasaunt Poet, neyther yet of a lyghte minde too 
 bee counted a cunning Lover. For though in youth I was 
 often overhardie too put my name in Ballaunce of doubtfull 
 judgementes, yet nowe I am become so bashfull that I coulde 
 rather bee content too leese the prayse of my follyes, than too 
 hazarde the misconceyte of the grave and graye headed Judges. 
 But too confesse a truthe untoo you right reverende (with 
 whome I maye not dissemble in cases whiche so generally doe 
 touche all menne) I was the rather contented too see them 
 imprinted for these sundrie considerations. 
 
 First, for that I have seene dyverse Authours, (both learned 
 and well learned) which after they have both reformed their 
 lives, and converted their studies, have not yet disdeyned to 
 reade the Poems which they let passe their pennes in youth. 
 For it secmeth untoo mee that in all ages Poetrie hath beene not 
 
THE REVEREND DIVINES 
 
 onely permitted, but also it hath beene thought a right good 
 and excellent qualitie. 
 
 Next unto this, I have alwayes bene of opinion, that it is 
 not unpossible eyther in Poemes or in Prose too write both 
 > compendiously, and perfectly in our Englishe tongue. And 
 therefore although I chalenge not unto my selfe the name of an 
 English Poet, yet may the Reader finde oute in my wrytings, 
 that I have more faulted in keeping the olde English wordes 
 (quamvis iam obsolete!) than in borowing of other languages, such 
 Epithetes and Adje&ives as smell of the Inkhorne. 
 
 Thirdly, as I seeke advauncement by vertue, so was I 
 desirous that there might remaine in publike recorde, some 
 pledge or token of those giftes wherwith it hath pleased the 
 Almightie to endue me : To the ende that thereby the vertuous 
 might bee incouraged to employ my penne in some exercise 
 which might tende both to my preferment, and to the profite 
 of my Countrey. For many a man which may like mine 
 outwarde presence, might yet have doubted whether the 
 qualityes of my minde had bene correspondent to the pro- 
 portion of my bodie. 
 
 Fourthly, bicause I had writte sundry things which coulde 
 not chuse but content the learned and Godlye Reader, therefore 
 I hoped the same should serve as undoubted proofe, that I had 
 layde aside vanities, and delighted to exercise my penne in 
 tmorall discourses, at least the one passing (cheeke by cheek) 
 With the other, muste of necessitie persuade both the learned, 
 and the light minded, that I coulde aswell sowe good graine, 
 as graynes or draffe. And I thought not meete (beeing inter- 
 mingled as they were) to cast away a whole bushell of good 
 seede, for two or three graynes of Darnell or Cockle. 
 
 Lastly, I persuaded my selfe that as in the better sort of the 
 same I shoulde purchase good lyking with the honourable aged : 
 So even in the worst sorte, I might yet serve as a myrrour for < 
 unbrydled youth, to avoyde those perilles which I had passed. 
 For little may he do which hath escaped the rock or the sandes, 
 if he cannot waft with his hande to them that come after him. 
 
 These considerations (right reverend) did first move me to 
 consent that these Poemes shoulde passe in print. For recapitu- 
 lation whereof, and to answere unto the objections that may bee 
 given : I say to the first that I neither take example of wanton 
 
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THE EPISTLE TO 
 
 Ovid, doting Nigidius, nor foolish Samocratius. But I delight 
 to thinke that the reverend father Theodore Beza, whose life is 
 worthily become a lanterne to the whole worlde, did not yet 
 disdaine too suffer the continued publication of such Poemes as 
 he wrote in youth. And as he termed them at last Poemata 
 castrata, So shal your reverend judgements beholde in this 
 seconde edition, my Poemes gelded from all filthie phrases, 
 corre&ed in all erronious places, and beautified with addition of 
 many moral examples. 
 
 To the seconde, although I be sometimes constreyned for 
 the cadence of rimes, or per licentiam Poeticam, to use an ynke- 
 horne terme, or a straunge word : Yet hope I that it shall be 
 apparant I have rather regarde to make our native language 
 • commendable in it selfe, than gay with the feathers of straunge 
 birdes. 
 
 To the thirde reason may be objected, that if I were so 
 desirous to have my capacitie knowne, I shoulde have done 
 much better to have travelled in some notorious peece of worke, 
 which might generally have spred my commendation. The 
 which I confesse. But yet is it true that I must take the 
 Foord as I finde it : Sometimes not as I woulde, but as I may. 
 And since the oversight of my youth had brought mee farre 
 behinde hande and indebted unto the world, I thought good in 
 the meane time to pay as much as I had, untill it might please 
 God better to inable me. For commonly the greediest creditor 
 is appeased, if he see his debitor willing to pay whe he hath 
 any thing. And therefore being busied in martiall affayres 
 (whereby also I sought some advauncement) I thought good 
 to notifie unto the worlde before my returne, that I coulde as 
 well persuade with Penne, as pearce with launce or weapon: 
 So that yet some noble minde might be incouraged both to 
 exercise me in time of peace, and to emploie mee in time of 
 service in warre. 
 
 To the fourth and last considerations, I had alledged of late 
 by a right reverende father, that although in deede out of 
 everie floure the industrious Bee may gather honie, yet by 
 proofe the Spider thereout also sucks mischeevous poyson. 
 Whereunto I can none otherwise answere, but that he who 
 will throw a stone at everie Dogge which barketh, had neede 
 of a great satchell or pocket. And if the learned judgements 
 
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THE REVEREND DIVINES 
 
 and honest mindes doe both construe my doings aright, and 
 take therein either councell or commoditie, then care I the lesse 
 what the wicked conceyve of my conceytes. For I esteeme 
 more the prayse of one learned Reader, than I regard the 
 curious carping of ten thousande unlettered tattlers. 
 
 To conclude (right reverend) as these considerations did 
 specially move me at first to consent to the imprinting of these 
 posies, so nowe have I yet a further consideration which moveth 
 mee most earnestly to sue for this second edition or publishing 
 of the same. And that is this. I understande that sundrie 
 well disposed mindes have taken offence at certaine wanton 
 wordes and sentences passed in the fable of Ferdinando yeronimi, 
 and the Ladie Elinora de Falasco, the which in the first edition 
 was termed The adventures of master F. J. And that also 
 therwith some busie conjectures have presumed to thinke that 
 the same was indeed written to the scandalizing of some 
 worthie personages, whom they woulde seeme therby to know. 
 Surely (right reverend) I smile to see the simplicitie of such, 
 who being indeed starke staring blind, would yet seeme to see 
 farre into a milstone. And the rather I scorne their rash 
 judgements, for that in talking with .xx. of them one after, 
 another, there have not two agreed in one conjecture. Alas, 
 alas, if I had bene so foolishe as to have passed in recitall a thing 
 so done in deede, yet all the world might thinke me verie simple 
 if I woulde call John, John, or Mary, Mary. But for the 
 better satisfying of all men universally, I doe here protest unto 
 you (reverend) even by the hope of my salvation, that there is 
 no living creature touched or to be noted therby. And for the 
 rest you shall find it now in this second imprinting so turquened 
 and turned, so clensed from all unclenly wordes, and so purged 
 from the humor of inhumanitie, as percase you woulde not 
 judge that it was the same tale. For although I have bin 
 heretofore contented to suffer the publication thereof, only to 
 the ende men might see my Methode and maner of writing: 
 yet am I nowe thus desirous to set it forth eftsoones, to the 
 ende all men might see the reformation of my minde: And 
 that all suspitions may be suppressed and throughly satisfied, 
 by this mine unfeined protestation which I make unto you in 
 that behalfe. Finally, were it not that the same is alreadie 
 extant in such sort as hath moved offence, I should rather be 
 
THE EPISTLE 
 
 cotent to cancel it utterly to oblivion, than thus to returne it 
 in a new patched cote. And for full proofe of mine earnest 
 zeale in Gods service, I require of you (reverende) most 
 instantly, that if hereby my skill seeme sufficient to wade in 
 matters of greater importance, you will then vouchsafe to 
 employ mee accordingly. Surely you shall finde me no lesse 
 readie to undertake a whole yeares travaile in anie worke which 
 you shall thinke me able to overcome, than I have beene willing 
 heretofore to spende three houres in penning of an amorous 
 Sonnet. Even so being desirous that all men generally (and 
 you especially) should conceive of me as I meane, I have thus 
 farre troubled your lerned eies with this plaine Epistle, written 
 for my purgation, in matters whiche (else) might both have 
 offended you, and given great batterie to the ramparts of my 
 poore credite. The God of peace vouchsafe to governe and 
 product you, and me, and all his, in quiet of conscience, and 
 strength of spirit. Amen. From my poore house at Waltamstow 
 in the Forest, this last day of Januarie. 1574. 
 
To al yong Gentlemen, and general- 
 
 ly to the youth of England, George Gas- 
 
 coigne Esquire by birth, and Souldiour by 
 
 profession, wisheth increase of knowledge in 
 
 all vertuous exercises. 
 
 GAlIant Gentlemen, and lustie youthes of this my native 
 Countrey, I have here (as you see) published in print 
 suche Posies and rymes as I used in my youth, the which for 
 the barbarousnesse of the stile may seeme worthlesse, and yet 
 for the doubtfulnesse of some darke places they have also 
 seemed (heretofore) daugerous. So that men may justly both 
 condemne me of rashnesse, and wonder at my simplicitie in 
 suffering or procuring the same to be imprinted. 
 
 A yong man well borne, tenderly fostered, and delicately 
 accompanied, shall hardly passe over his youth without falling 
 into some snares of the Divell, and temptations of the flesh. 
 But a man of middle yeares, who hath to his cost experimented 
 the vanities of youth, and to his perill passed them : who hath 
 bought repentance deare, and yet gone through with the 
 bargaine : who seeth before his face the tyme past lost, and 
 the rest passing away in post : Such a man had more neede to 
 be well advised in his doings, and resolute in his determinations. 
 For with more ease and greater favour may we answere for 
 tenne madde follies committed in grene youth, than one sober 
 oversight escaped in yeares of discretion. Lycurgus the good 
 princely Philosopher, ordeyned that if an olde man perceiving 
 a yong man to commit any dishonestie, did not rebuke but 
 suffer him : the aged shoulde be chastised, and the yong man 
 should be absolved. 
 
 All this rehearsed and considered, you may (as I say) growe 
 
THE EPISTLE TO 
 
 in some doubt, whether I were worse occupied in first devising, 
 or at last in publishing these toies & pamphlets: and much 
 the rather, for that it is a thing commonly seene, that (nowe 
 adayes) fewe or no things are so well handled, but they shall 
 bee carped at by curious Readers, nor almost any thing so well 
 ment, but may bee muche misconstrued. 
 
 And heerewithall I assure my selfe, that I shall bee 
 generally condemned as a man verie lightly bent, and rather 
 desyrous to continue in the freshe remembraunce of my follyes, 
 than content too cancell them in oblivion by discontinuance: 
 especially since in a house where many yong childre are, it 
 hath bene thought better pollicie quite to quench out the fire, 
 than to leave any loose cole in the imbers, wherewith Babes 
 may play and put the whole edifice in daunger. 
 
 But my lustie youthes, and gallant Gentlemen, I had an 
 intent farre contrarie untoo all these supposes, when I fyrst 
 [permitted] the publication heereof. And bycause the greatest 
 offence that hath beene taken thereat, is, least your mindes 
 might heereby become envenomed with vanities, therefore unto 
 you I will addresse my tale, for the better satisfying of common 
 judgements. And unto you I will explane, that which being 
 before mistically covered, and commonly misconstrued, might 
 be no lesse perillous in seducing you, than greevous evidence 
 for to prove mee guiltie of condemnation. 
 
 Then to come unto the matter, there are three sortes of 
 men which (beeing wonderfully offended at this booke) have 
 founde therein three maner of matters (say they) verie repre- 
 hensible. The men are these : curious Carpers, ignorant 
 Readers, and grave Philosophers. The faults they finde are, 
 Iudicare in the Creede: Chalke for Cheese: and the comon 
 infedlion of Love. Of these three sorts of men and matters, 
 I do but very little esteeme the two first. But I deeply regarde 
 the thirde. For of a verie troth, there are one kinde of people 
 nowadayes which will mislyke any thing, being bred (as I 
 thinke) of the spawne of a Crab or Crevish, which in all 
 streames and waters will swimme eyther sidewayes, or flat 
 backwards : and when they can indeede finde none other fault, 
 will yet thinke Iudicare verie untowardlye placed in the Creede. 
 Or (beeing a simple Sowter) will finde fault at the shape of the 
 legge: or if they be not there stopped, they wil not spare to 
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THE YONG GENTLEMEN 
 
 step up higher, and say, that Apelles paynted Dame Venus verie 
 deformed or evill favoured. 
 
 Of this sort I make small accounte, bycause indeede they 
 seeke a knotte in the Rushe, and woulde seeme to see verie 
 farre in a Mylstone. 
 
 There are also certaine others, who (having no skill at all) 
 will yet be verie busie in reading all that may bee read, and 
 thinke it sufficient if (Parrot like) they can rehearse things 
 without booke : when within booke they understande neyther 
 the meaning of the Authour, nor the sense of the figurative 
 speeches, I will forbeare to recyte examples by any of mine 
 owne doings. Since all comparisons are odious, I will not say 
 how much the areignment and divorce of -a Lover (being 
 written in jeast) have bene mistaken in sad earnest. It shall 
 suffice that the contentions passed in verse long sithence, 
 betwene maister Churchyard and Cornell, were (by a block- 
 headed reader) costrued to be indeed a quarell betwene two 
 neighbors. Of whom that one having a Camell in keping, and 
 that other having charge of the Churchyard, it was supposed 
 they had grown to debate, bicause the Camell came into the 
 Churchyarde. Laugh not at this (lustie yonkers) since the 
 pleasant dittie of the noble Erie of Surrey (beginning thus : In 
 winters just returne) was also construed to be made indeed by a 
 Shepeherd. What shoulde I stande much in rehersall how the 
 L. Faux his dittie (beginning thus : / loth that I did love) was 
 thought by some to be made upo his death bed ? and that the 
 Soulknill of M. Edwards was also written in extremitie of sick- 
 nesse ? Of a truth (my good gallants) there are such as having 
 only lerned to read English, do interpret Latin, Greke, French 
 and Italian phrases or metaphors, eve according to their owne 
 motherly conception and childish skill. The which (bicause 
 they take Chalke for Cheese) shall never trouble me, what- 
 soever fault they finde in my doings. 
 
 But the third sort (beeing grave Philosophers, and finding 
 just fault in my doings at the common infedtion of love) I must 
 needes alledge suche juste excuse as may countervayle their 
 juste complaynts. For else I shoulde remayne woorthie of a 
 severe punishment. They wysely considering that wee are all 
 in youth more apt to delight in harmefull pleasures, than to 
 disgest wholesome and sounde advice, have thought meete to 
 
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THE EPISTLE TO 
 
 forbid the publishing of any ryming tryfles which may serve as 
 whetstones to sharpen youth unto vanities. 
 
 And for this cause, finding by experience also, how the first 
 Copie of these my Posies hath beene verie much i[n]quired for by 
 the yonger sort: and hearing likewise that (in the same) the 
 greater part hath beene written in pursute of amorous enter- 
 pryses, they have justly conceyved that the continuance thereof 
 hath beene more likely to stirre in all yong Readers a venemous 
 desire of vanitie, than to serve as a common myrrour of greene 
 and youthfull imperfections. Whereunto I must confesse, that 
 as the industrious Bee may gather honie out of the most stinking 
 weede, so the malicious Spider may also gather poyson out of 
 the fayrest floure that growes. 
 
 And yet in all this discourse I see not proved, that either 
 that Gardener is too blame which planteth his Garden full of 
 fragrant floures: neyther that planter to be dispraysed, which 
 soweth all his beddes with seedes of wholesome herbes : neyther 
 is that Orchard unfruitfull, which (under shew of sundrie 
 weedes) hath medicinable playsters for all infirmities. But if 
 the Chirurgian which should seeke Sorrell to rypen an Ulcer, 
 will take Rewe which may more inflame the Impostume, then 
 is hee more to blame that mistooke his gathering, than the 
 Gardener which planted aright, and presented store and choyse 
 to be taken. Or if the Phisition will gather hote Perc'eley 
 in stead of cold Endive, shall he not worthily beare the burthen 
 of his owne blame ? 
 
 To speake English it is your using (my lustie Gallants) or 
 misusing of these Posies that may make me praysed or dis- 
 praysed for publishing of the same. For if you (where you 
 may learne to avoyd the subtile sandes of wanton desire) will 
 runne upon the rockes of unlawfull lust, then great is your 
 folly, and greater will growe my rebuke. If you (where you 
 might gather wholesome hearbes to cure your sundrie in- 
 firmities) will spende the whole day in gathering of sweete 
 smelling Posies, much will be the time that you shal mispende, 
 and much more the harme that you shall heape upon my heade. 
 Or if you will rather beblister your handes with a Nettle, than 
 comfort your senses by smelling to the pleasant Marjoram, then 
 wanton is your pastime, and small will be your profite. 
 
 I have here presented you with three sundrie sortes of 
 
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 Posies : Floures, Hearbes, and Weedes. In which division I have 
 not ment that onely the Floures are to be smelled unto, nor 
 that onely the Weedes are to be reje&ed. I terme some 
 Floures, bycause being indeed invented upon a verie light 
 occasion, they have yet in them (in my judgement) some rare 
 invention and Methode before not commonly used. And 
 therefore (beeing more pleasant than profitable) I have named 
 them Floures. 
 
 The seconde (being indeede morall discourses, and reformed 
 inventions, and therefore more profitable than pleasant) I have 
 named Hearbes. 
 
 The third (being Weedes) might seeme to some judge- 
 ments, neither pleasant nor yet profitable, and therefore meete 
 to bee cast away. But as many weedes are right medicinabie, 
 so may you find in this none so vile or stinking, but that it hath 
 in it some vertue if it be rightly handled. Mary you must take 
 heede how you use the. For if you delight to put Hemlocke 
 in your fellowes pottage, you may chaunce both to poyson him, 
 and bring your selfe in perill. But if you take example by the 
 harmes of others who have eaten it before you, then may you 
 chaunce to become so warie, that you will looke advisedly on 
 all the Perceley that you gather, least amongst the same one 
 braunch of Hemlock might anoy you. 
 
 I assure you, my yong blouds, I have not published the same 
 to the intent that other men hereafter might be infefted with 
 my follies forepassed. For though it be a comfort in miseriis 
 habere consortem, yet is it small consolation to a fellon, to have 
 a Coyner hanged in his companie. And I assure you (although 
 you will think it straunge) that I have not caused them to bee 
 imprinted for anie vaine delight which I have (my selfe) therein 
 conceyved. For the most of them being written in my mad- 
 nesse, might have yeelded then more delight to my frantike 
 fansie to see them published, than they now do accumulate 
 cares in my minde to set them forth corrected : and a deformed 
 youth had bene more likely to set them to sale long sithence, 
 than a reformed man can be able now to protect them with 
 simplicitie. 
 
 The scope of mine intent, and the marke whereat I shoote 
 is double. I meane grounded upon two sundrie causes: the 
 one that being indebted "unto the worlde (at the least five 
 
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THE EPISTLE 
 
 thousande dayes verie vainly spent) I may yeeld him yet some 
 part of mine account in these Poemes. Wherein as he may 
 finde great diversitie both in stile and sense, so may the good 
 bee incouraged to set mee on worke at last, though it were 
 noone before I sought service. The other reason is, that 
 bicause I have (to mine owne great detriment) mispent my 
 golden time, I may serve as ensample to the youthfull Gentle- 
 men of England, that they runne not upon the rocks which 
 have brought me to shipwracke. Beware therefore, lustie 
 Gallants, howe you smell to these Posies. And learne you to 
 use the talent which I have highly abused. Make me your 
 myrrour. And if hereafter you see me recover mine estate, 
 or reedifie the decayed walls of my youth, then beginne you 
 sooner to builde some foundation which may beautifie your 
 Pallace. If you see me sinke in distresses (notwithstanding that 
 you judge me quick of capacitie) then lerne you to mainteyne 
 your selves swimming in prosperitie, and eschue betymes the 
 whirlepoole of misgovernment. 
 
 Finally, I beseech you, and conjure you, that you rather 
 encourage me to accomplish some worthier travaile, by seeing 
 these Posies right smelled unto, than discourage me from 
 attempting other labours, when I shall see these first fruites 
 rejected or misused. I have corrected them from sundrie 
 faultes. Which if they had not brought suspition in the first 
 copie, be you then out of doubt you had never bene troubled 
 with these seconde presents, nor persuaded to flourishe wisely 
 with a two edged swoorde in your naked hands. But as I have 
 ment them well, so I crave of God, that they may both pleasure 
 and profite you for the furtherance of your skill in any com- 
 mendable enterprise. From my poore house at Waltamstow 
 in the Forest the second of Januarie. 1575. 
 
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To the Readers generally a gene- 
 ra// advertisement of the 
 Authour. 
 
 A LI that is written is written for our instru&ion, as the holy 
 Jt\. Apostle witnesseth to the Romaines in his .xv. Chapter. 
 And in his ninth Chapter of his first Epistle to the Corinthians, 
 hee glorieth that hee coulde (as it were) transforme himself 
 into all professions, therby to winne all kinde of men to God : 
 saying that with the Jewes he became a Jew : with them that 
 were under the law, he seemed also under the lawe : with the 
 feeble, he shewed himselfe feeble. And to conclude, he became 
 all things to all men, to the ende that hee might thereby winne 
 some to salvation. My Schoolemaster which taught me Gram- 
 mer, woulde alwayes say that some schollers he woonne to 
 studie by strypes, some other by fayre meanes, some by 
 promises, some other by prayses, some by vainglorie, and some 
 by verie shame. But I never hard him repent him that ever 
 he had persuaded any scholler to become studious, in what sort 
 soever it were that hee Woonne him. For whether the brave 
 Gennet be broken with the bitte, or with the snaffle, whither 
 he be brought in awe with a Spurre, or with a wand, all is one 
 if he prove readie and well mouthed. 
 
 Thus much I write (gentle Reader) to the ende that myne 
 intent may appeare in publishing of these Posies. Wherein as 
 there are many things morall, so are there also some verses more 
 sauced with wantonnesse than with wisedome. And as there 
 are some ditties which may please and delight the godly and 
 graver sort, so are there some which may allure the yonger sort 
 unto fond attempts. But what for that ? Hath Terence bene 
 forbidden to be read, bicause his Comedies are rehearsals of 
 many madde prankes played by wanton youthes ? No surely. 
 
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TO THE READER 
 
 Paracelsus, and sundrie other Phisitions and Philosophers, 
 declare, that in everie thing naturall there is to be founde Salt, 
 Oyle, and Brimstone. And I am of opinion, that in every 
 thing which is written (the holy scriptures excepted) there are 
 to be founde wisedome, follie, emulation, and detraction. For 
 as I never yet saw any thing so clerkly handled, but that therein 
 might be found some imperfections : So coulde I never yet 
 reade fable so ridiculous but that therein some morallitie might 
 be gathered. And as the good writer shall be sure of some to 
 bee maliced : so the bad shall never escape the byting tongues 
 of slaunderers. 
 
 But to returne to my purpose : If in the hardest flint there 
 may be found sparkes of lively fire, and the most knottie peece 
 of Box, may be wrought to a fayre Doogen hafte: let these 
 fewe suffice to persuade thee, that I have not procured the 
 publication heereof to any ende, so much as that the youthful 
 sort might therein take example, and the aged recreation. 
 
 Nowe if any (misgoverning their owne wittes) doe fortune 
 to use that for a Spurre, which I had heere appoynted for a 
 Brydle, I can none otherwise lamet it, but to say that I am 
 not the first which hath bene misjudged. Truely (gentle 
 Reader) I protest that I have not ment heerein to displease any 
 man, but my desire hath rather bene to cotent most men : 
 I meane the divine with godly Hymnes and Psalmes, the 
 sober minde with morall discourses, and the wildest will with 
 sufficient warning. The which if it so fall out, then shall I 
 thinke my selfe right happie. And if it fall out otherwise, 
 I shall yet never bee ashamed to become one of their 
 corporation which reape floutes and reprehension for their 
 travayles. 
 
 But bicause these Posies growe to a great bundell, and 
 thereof also the number of loving lynes exceedeth in the 
 Superlative, I thought good to advertise thee, that the most 
 part of them were written for other men. And out of all 
 doubt, if ever I wrote lyne for my selfe in causes of love, 
 I have written tenne for other men in layes of lust. For I 
 counte greater difference betweene love and lust, than there is 
 diversitie betweene witte and wisedome : and yet witte and I 
 did (in youth) make such a fray, that I feare his cosen wise- 
 dome will never become freendes with me in my age. Well 
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 though my folly bee greater than my fortune, yet overgreat 
 were mine unconstancie, if (in mine owne behalfe) I shoulde 
 compyle so many sundrie Songs or Sonets. I have heard of an 
 honest plaine meaning Citizen, who (being overcharged with 
 many matters in the lawe, and hearing of a common solicitor 
 of causes in the Citie) came home to comfort his wife, and 
 tolde hir that he had heard of one which dwelt at Billingsgate, 
 that coulde helpe all men. Even so (good Reader) I was a 
 great while the man which dwelt at Billingsgate. For in 
 wanton delightes I helped all men, though in sad earnest I 
 never furthered my selfe any kinde of way. And by that it 
 proceedeth, that I have so often chaunged my Posie or worde. 
 For when I did compile any thing at the request of other men, 
 if I had subscribed the same with mine owne usuall mot or 
 devise, it might have bewrayed the same to have beene of my 
 doing. And I was ever curious in that behalfe, as one that was 
 lothe to bewray the follies of other men. And yet (as you see) 
 I am not verie daungerous to lay my selfe wide open in view of 
 the worlde. I have also sundrie tymes chaunged mine owne 
 worde or devise. And no mervaile : For he that wandereth 
 much in those wildernesses, shall seldome continue long in one 
 minde. 
 
 Well, it were follie to bewayle things which are unpossible 
 to be recovered, sithence Had I wist doth seldome serve as a 
 blasone of good understanding. And therefore I will spende 
 
 no more wordes in this Preface, but I pray thee to smell 
 
 unto these Posies, as Floures to comfort, Herbes 
 
 to cure, and Weedes to be avoyded. So have 
 
 I ment them, and so I beseech thee 
 
 Reader to accept them. 
 
 Farewell. 
 
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 T.B. In prayse of Gas- 
 
 co[ig]nes Posies. 
 
 WE prayse the plough, that makes the fruitelesse soyle 
 To bring forth corne, (through helpe of heavenly might) 
 And eke esteeme the simple wretches toyle, 
 Whose painefull handes doe labour day and night. 
 We prayse the ground, whereon the herbes do grow, 
 Which heale or helpe, our greeves and mortall paine, 
 Yea weedes have worth, wherein we vertue know, 
 For natures Art, nothing hath made in vaine. 
 We prayse those floures which please the secrete sense, 
 And do content, the tast or smell of man, 
 The Gardners paynes and worke we recompence, 
 That skilfull is, or aught in cunning can. 
 But much more prayse to Gascoignes penne is due, 
 Whose learned hande doth here to thee present, 
 A Posie full of Hearbes, and Flowers newe, 
 To please all braynes, to wit or learning bent. 
 Howe much the minde doth passe the sense or smell, 
 So much these Floures all other do excell. 
 
 E.C. In prayse of Gascoignes 
 Posies. 
 
 IN gladsome Spring, when sweete and pleasant shoures 
 Have well renued, what winters wrath hath torne, 
 And that we see, the wholesome smelling Floures, 
 Begin to laugh rough winters wracke to scorne: 
 If then by chaunce, or choyce of owners will, 
 We roame and walke in place of rare delightes, 
 And therein finde, what Arte or natures skill 
 Can well set forth, to feede our hungrie sightes: 
 
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 Yea more, if then the owner of the soyle, 
 
 Doth licence yeelde to use all as our owne, 
 
 And gladly thinkes, the fruites of all his toyle, 
 
 To our behoofe to be well set and sowne. 
 
 It cannot be, but this so great desart 
 
 In basest breast doth breede this due regarde, 
 
 With worlde of thankes, to prayse this friendly part, 
 
 And wish that woorth mought pay a just rewarde. 
 
 Good Reader then, beholde what gallant spring 
 
 This booke brings forth, of fruites of finest sortes, 
 
 Be bolde to take, thy list of everie thing, 
 
 For so is ment. And for thy glad dispones 
 
 The paine was tane: therefore lo this I crave, 
 
 In his behalfe, that wrote this pleasant worke, 
 
 With care and cost, (and then most freely gave 
 
 His labours great, wherein great treasures lurke: 
 
 To thine avayle) let his desartes now binde thee, 
 
 In woorde and deede, he may still thankfull finde thee. 
 
 M.C. commending the correction of 
 Gascoignes Posies. 
 
 THe Beares blinde whelpes, which lacke both naylesand heare, 
 And lie like lumpes, in filthie farrowed wise, 
 Do (for a time) most ougly beastes appeare, 
 Till dammes deare tongue, do cleare their clozed eyes. 
 The gadde of Steele, is likewise blunt and blacke, 
 Till file and fire, do frame it sharpe and bright: 
 Yea precious stones, their glorious grace do lacke, 
 Till curious hand do make them please the sight. 
 And so these floures, although the grounde were gay, 
 Whereon they grew, and they of gallant hew, 
 Yet till the badde were cullde and cast away, 
 The best became the worse by such a crew. 
 (For my part) then: I lyked not their smell, 
 But as they be, I like them pretly well. 
 
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 R.S. In prayse of Gascoignes 
 Posies. 
 
 THe pleasant plot wherein these Posies grew, 
 May represent Parnassus springs indeede. 
 Where Pallas with hir wise and learned crew, 
 Did plant great store, and sow much cunning seede. 
 That Goddesse then, on whom the Muses wayte, 
 To garde hir grounde from greedie gathrers spoyle, 
 Hath here ordeynde, by fine and close conceyte, 
 A greene knight chiefe, and master of the soyle. 
 Such badge beares he that beautified this booke 
 With glorious shew, of sundrie gallant flowers. 
 But since he first this labor undertooke, 
 He gleand thereout, (to make the profite ours) 
 A heape of Hearbes, a sort of fruitfull seedes, 
 A needefull salve, compound of needlesse weedes. 
 
 Appendix. 
 
 All these (with more) my freend here freely gives: 
 Nor naked wordes, nor streyne of straunge devise. 
 But Gowers minde, which now in Gascoigne lives, 
 Yeeldes heere in view, (by judgement of the wise) 
 His penne, his sworde, himselfe, and all his might, 
 To Pallas schoole, and Mars in Princes right. 
 
 T.Ch. In prayse of Gascoignes 
 Posies. 
 
 T Hough goodnesse of the gold, needesno mans praise ye know 
 (And every coyne is judgde and found, by weight, by 
 stamp, or show) 
 Yet doth the prayse of men, give gold a double grace, 
 And makes both pearls and Jewels rich desirde in every place. 
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 The horse full finely formde, whose pace and traine is true, 
 Is more esteemde for good report, than likte for shape and view. 
 Yea sure, ech man himselfe, for all his wit and skill, 
 (If world bestow no lawde on him) may sleepe in silence still. 
 Fame shewes the value first, of everie precious thing, 
 And winnes with lyking all the brute, that doth the credit bring. 
 And fame makes way before, to workes that are unknowne, 
 And peoples love is caried ther, where fame hir trump hath 
 
 blown. 
 A cunning workman fine, in Cloyster close may sit, 
 And carve or paint a thousand things, and use both art and wit, 
 Yet wanting worldes renowne, may scape unsought or seene : 
 It is but fame that outruns all, and gets the goal! I weene. 
 The learned Doftors lawd, that heales where other harmes, 
 By comon prayse of peoples voyce, brings pacients in by 
 
 swarmes. 
 A goodly stately house, hath seldome any fame, 
 Till world behold the buildings through, and people see the same. 
 The Flowers and Posies sweete, in better price are held, 
 When those have praysde their vertues rare, that have their 
 
 odor smeld. 
 So by these foresayd proofes, I have a pardon free, 
 To speake, to write, and make discourse, of any worke I see, 
 That worthie is of prayse : for prayse is all we get. 
 Present the worlde with labors great, the world is in your det, 
 It never yeeldes rewarde, nor scarce just prayse will give: 
 Then studie out to stand on fame, and strive by fame to live. 
 Our olde forefathers wise, saw long before these dayes, 
 How sone faint world would fail deserts, and cold would 
 
 wax our prayse. 
 And knowing that disdeyne, for toyle did rather rise, 
 Than right renowne (whose golde buds, growes up to starry 
 
 Betooke their labors long, and every adl they did, 
 Unto the Gods, from whose deepe sight, no secret can be hid. 
 And these good gracious Gods, sent downe from heavens hie, 
 (For noble minds) an endlesse fame, that throw the world 
 
 doth flie. 
 Which fame is due to those, that seeke by new device, 
 To honor learning every way, and Vertue bring in price. 
 
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 From Knowledge gardeyn gay, where science sowes hir seedes, 
 A pretie Posie gathered is, of Flowers, Hearbes, and Weedes. 
 The Flowers by smel are found, the hearbs their goodnes 
 
 showes, 
 The Weedes amid both hearbs & flowers, in decet order growes. 
 The soft and tender nose, that can no weedes abide, 
 May make his choise of holesome hearbes, whose vertues 
 
 well are tride. 
 The fine and flowing wittes, that feede on straunge delites, 
 May tast (for seasning daintie mouthes) the bitter weede that 
 
 bites : 
 The well disposed minde, and honest meaning man, 
 Shall finde (in floures) proude Peacoks plumes, and feathers 
 
 of the Swan. 
 The curst and crabbed Carle, that Posies flings away, 
 By this (perhaps) may find some cause, with prettie floures 
 
 to play. 
 The kinde and loving worme, that woulde his ladie please, 
 M[a]y light on some such medcin here, shal do them both 
 
 much ease. 
 The Lad that lykes the schoole, and will good warning take : 
 May snatch some rules oute of this booke, that may him 
 
 do&or make. 
 The hastie travayling head, that flies to foreyne place, 
 May wey by this what home is woorth, and stay his roving 
 
 race. 
 The manly courage stoute, that seeketh fame full farre, 
 Shall find by this how sweete is peace, and see how soure 
 
 is warre. 
 This Posie is so pickt, and choysely sorted throw, 
 There is no Flower, Herbe, nor Weede, but serves some 
 
 purpose now. 
 Then since it freely comes, to you for little cost, 
 Take well in worth these paynes of him, that thinkes no 
 
 labor lost : 
 To do his countrie good, as many others have, 
 Who for their toyles a good report, of worlde did onely crave. 
 Grudge not to yeeld some fame, for fruites that you receyve, 
 Make some exchaunge for franke good will, some signe or 
 
 token leave, 
 
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 To shew your thankfull harts. For if you love to take, 
 And have a conscience growne so great, you can no gift 
 
 forsake, 
 And cannot give againe, that men deserve to reape, 
 Adieu we leave you in the hedge, and ore the stile we leape. 
 And yet some stile or verse, we after shape in ryme, 
 That may by arte shewe you a Glasse, to see your selves 
 
 in tyme. 
 Thus wish I men their right: and you that judge amisse, 
 To mend your minds, or frame your Muse, to make the 
 
 like of this. 
 
 G.W. In prayse of Gascoigne, and 
 his Posies. 
 
 REader rewarde nought else, but onely good report, 
 For all these pleasant Posies here, bound up in sundrie 
 sort. 
 The flowers fayre and fresh, were set with painefull toyle, 
 Of late in Gascoignes Garden plot, a passing pleasant soyle. 
 Now weedes of little worth, are culde from out the rest, 
 Which he with double paine, did work, to gleane the bad 
 
 fro best. 
 The state is very straunge, and fortune rare in use, 
 Whose heavie happe he neither helpes, nor blazeth their abuse. 
 In thundring verse he wrayes, where highest mindes be thrall, 
 Where mischeefe seekes to rayse it selfe, by force of others fall. 
 He pluckes the visour of, from maskes of peevish pride, 
 And wrayes what sowre (in sweet pretece) the coustly corts 
 
 ca hide. 
 In everie gallant flower, he setteth forth to show, 
 Of Venus thralles, the hap, the harme, the want, the weale, 
 
 the woe. 
 He finely findes their faultes, whose welth doth foster wrong, 
 
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 Who toucheth sinne (without offence) must plainly sing his 
 
 song. 
 His loftie vaine in verse, his stately stile in prose, 
 Foretelles that Pallas ment by him, for to defende hir foes. 
 Wherwith to Mars his might, his lustie limmes are knit, 
 (A sight most rare) that Heftors mind, should match with 
 
 Pallas wit. 
 By proofe of late appeared (how so reportes here ran) 
 That he in field was formost still, in spoyle the hynmost man. 
 No backward blastes could bruse the valour of his thought, 
 Although slie hap, forestoode his hope, in that he credite 
 
 sought. 
 In fortunes spight he strave, by vertues to aspire, 
 Resolvde when due deserts might mount, then he should 
 
 have his hire. 
 Thus late with Mars in field, a lustie Souldiour shewde, 
 And now with peace in Pallas schoole, he freendly hath 
 
 bestowde, 
 On thee this heape of flowers^ the fruites of all his toyle, 
 Whereof if some but simple seeme, consider well the soyle. 
 They grew not all at home, some came from forreyne fieldes, 
 The which (percase) set here againe, no pleasant savour yeeldes. 
 Yet who mislyketh most, the worst will hardly mend, 
 And he were best not write at all, which no man will offend. 
 
 P.B. to such as have heretofore found fault 
 with Gascoignes Posies. 
 
 GAynst good deserts, both pride and envie swell, 
 As neede repines, to see his neighbour ritche : 
 And slaunder chafes, where vertues prosper well, 
 As sicke men thinke, all others health to mitch : 
 Such filthie faultes, mens harts ofttymes inflame, 
 That spight presumes, to stayne the worthies name. 
 
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 VERSES 
 
 Are brutall things, transferred so to men ? 
 Or men become more savage than the beast ? 
 We see the dogge, that kenelles in his den, 
 (For onely foode) obeyes his Lordes behest: 
 Yea more than that, remembers so reliefe, 
 As (in his kinde) he mournes at masters griefe. 
 
 If thou perceyve, whereto my tale intendes, 
 Then (slaunder) cease to wrong a frendly wight, 
 Who for his countreys good, his travayle spendes, 
 Sometime where blowes are given in bloudie fight: 
 And other tymes he frames with skilfull pen, 
 Such verse, as may content eche moulde of men. 
 
 As nowe beholde, he here presentes to thee, 
 The blossoms fayre, of three well sorted seedes. 
 The first he feynes, fresh Flowers for to bee: 
 The second Herbes, the last he termeth Weedes. 
 All these, the soyle of his well fallowed brayne, 
 (With Pallas droppes bedewde) yeeldes for thy gaine. 
 
 The Hearbes to grave conceyt, and skilfull age, 
 The fragrant Flowers to sent of yonger smell : 
 The worthlesse Weedes, to rule the wanton rage 
 Of recklesse heades, he gives : then use them well : 
 And gather (friend) but neyther spight nor spoyle, 
 These Posies made, by his long painfull toyle. 
 
 A.W. In commendation of Gascoigne 
 and his Posies. 
 
 Praysed once a booke (whereby I purchast blame) 
 And venturde for to write a verse, before I knewe the 
 same. 
 So that I was deceyvde, for when it came to light, 
 The booke deserved no such worde, as I therein did wright. 
 
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 Thus lept I ere I lookt, and wandred ere I wist, 
 
 Which gives (me haggard) warning since, to trust no falkners 
 
 fist. 
 And yet the booke was good, (by hap and not my skill) 
 But not a Booke of such contentes, as might my wordes fulfill. 
 Well now I neede not feare, these Posies here to prayse, 
 Bicause I knew them every flower, and where they grew 
 
 alwayes. 
 And sure for my conceyt, even when they bloomed first, 
 Me thought they smelt not much amisse, no not the very 
 
 worst. 
 Perhappes some daintie nose, no Batchlers button lykes, 
 And some at Pimpernell and Pinkes, a slender quarell pykes. 
 Some thinke that Gillyflowers, do yeeld a gelous smell, 
 And some (which like none herbe but Sage) say Finkell 
 
 tastes not well. 
 Yet Finkell is of force, and Gillyflowers are good, 
 And Pinks please some, and Pimpernell doth serve to steynch 
 
 the blood: 
 And Batchlers buttons be, the bravest to beholde, 
 But sure that flower were best not grow, which can abide 
 
 no colde. 
 For slaunder blowes so shrill, with easterne envious windes, 
 And frosts of frumps so nip the rootes, of vertuous meaning 
 
 minds 
 That few good flowers can thrive, unlesse they be protected, 
 Or garded from suspitious blastes, or with some proppes eredled. 
 So seemeth by the wight, which gardened this grounde, 
 And set such flowers on every bed, that Posies here abounde. 
 Yet some tongues cannot well, afFoorde him worthie prayse, 
 And by our Lorde they do him wrong, for I have sene his 
 
 wayes, 
 And marked all his moodes, and have had proofe likewise, 
 That he can do as well in field, as pen can here devise. 
 Not many Monthes yet past, I saw his doughtie deedes, 
 And since (to heare what slaunder sayes) my heavie hart it 
 
 bleedes. 
 Yet Reader graunt but this, to trie before thou trust, 
 So shalt thou find his flowers and him, both gallant, good 
 
 and just. 
 
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 LB. In commendation of Gascoignes 
 Posies. 
 
 THe saverie sappes in Gascoignes Flowers that are, 
 Which strayned were by loftie learnings lore : 
 Could not content the surly for their share, 
 Ne cause them once, to yeeld him thankes therefore: 
 Such was his hap, when first in hande he tooke, 
 By labor long, to bring to light this Booke. 
 
 Yet hath he not (for all this) seemde to cease, 
 Those Flowers fresh againe in ground to set, 
 And yeeld them earth to bring forth their increase, 
 With other slippes from forraine soyle yfet. 
 Which he hath gaynde by hazarde of his life, 
 In bloudie broyles, where pouldred shot was rife. 
 
 This endlesse toyle, contented well his minde, 
 Hope helde the helme, his Fame on shore to set: 
 His deepe desire, was friendship for to finde, 
 At readers handes, he nought else sought to get: 
 Wherefore (doubtlesse) they did him double wrong, 
 Which F. and J. mysconstrued have so long. 
 
 Yet least I should passe from the golden ground, 
 Of Gascoignes plat, wherein those Posies grew, 
 I list to tell what Flowers there I found, 
 And paint by penne, the honour to him dew : 
 Since that his toyle doth well deserve the same, 
 And sacred skill hath so advaunst his name. 
 
 First did I finde the Flower of Fetters frute, 
 Whereof my selfe have tasted to my paine : 
 Then might I see the Greene knight touch the Lute, 
 Whose cordes were coucht on frettes of deepe disdaine : 
 And likewise there, I might perceyve full well, 
 That fragrant Flower which Fansie bad farewell. 
 
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 In fine I found the flowre that Bellum hight, 
 
 Sweete unto those, of sillie simple sense, 
 
 Yet sharpe and sowre, to those that do delight 
 
 In martiall martes, for gaine of pevish pense. 
 
 Such buddes full brave, good Gascoignes Garden gave 
 
 To all estates, which list the same to have. 
 
 Wherefore (good friend) flie envies yrkesome yre, 
 
 And tred the trace, which Reasons rule hath wrought, 
 
 Yeeld not disdeyne to Gascoigne for his hyre, 
 
 Whose brused braine for thee these flowers hath sought. 
 
 Least if thou do, the blame on thee do light, 
 
 Such friendly paynes to recompence with spight. 
 
 I.D. In prayse of Gascoigne and 
 his Posies. 
 
 IF Virgill how to till the Earth, to every man doth tell, 
 And Galen he in Phisicks arte doth many men excell, 
 If Poets olde deserven prayse, by paynting out aright, 
 The frutes of vice, as Ovid doth, and many mo that wright, 
 By learned skill of many things: If such exalt their name, 
 And for their hyre, deserved prayse by trumpe of Ladie Fame : 
 Why should the Authour of this booke then leese his due 
 
 desart, 
 Sith he so freendly here to us, hath shewed his skilfull arte? 
 The healthsome herbs and flowers sweet, fro weedes he 
 
 hath divided, 
 The fruits of Gives in prison strog he hath right wel decided. 
 Of warres also, and warriours to, even like a Martiall knight, 
 He hath discourst, and shewed the lottes, that thereupon do 
 
 Virgill is dead, and Galen gone, with Poets many more: 
 Yet workes of theirs be still alive, and with us kept in store. 
 This Authour lives, and Gascoigne hights, yet once to die 
 
 most sure, 
 Alas the while that worthie wightes may not alwayes endure, 
 But workes of his among the best, for ever more shall rest, 
 When he in heaven shall take a place prepared for the blest. 
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 The Printer in commendation of Gascoigne 
 and his workes. 
 
 CHawcer by writing purchast fame, 
 And Gower got a worthie name: 
 Sweete Surrey, suckt Pernassus springs, 
 And Wiat wrote of wondrous things : 
 Olde Rochfort clambe the stately Throne, 
 Which Muses holde, in Hellicone. 
 Then thither let, good Gascoigne go, 
 For sure his verse, deserveth so. 
 
 M.A. Perugino, a i lettori. 
 
 COnciosia la cosa che a' I bono vino, non ci bisogna la ghirlanda 
 niente di meno I'opere virtuose meritano sempremai ogni laude, 
 bonore, y mercede. Tanto per essersi (nella natura loro, y di se 
 stesse) piacevole, grate, & piene d , ogni contento, come per dare 
 stimoli ad altrui d'imitar' i loro vestigii. In tanto Io stimo 
 I'opera presente un'essempio chiaro fsf raro della gloria Ing[T\ese. 
 Quando vi si truovano non solamete Sonetti, Rime, Canzoni, £s" 
 altre cose infinitamete piacevole, ma con do non vi mancano discorse 
 tragicbe, moderne, y phylosophicha, della Guerra, delli stati, £=f 
 della vera Sapienza. Tutte procedute d'un tal I[n\chiostro, che Io 
 {sendo forastiero) lo truovo un' Immitatore di Petrarcha, Amico 
 d'Ariosto, & Parangon di Bocaccio, Aretino, & ogni altro Poita 
 quanta sia piu famoso & eccellente dell' etd nostra. 
 
 I. de B. aux lecteurs. 
 
 CEux qui voiront les Rymes de Gascoigne, 
 (Estants Franfois) se plaindront nuidts & jours 
 Que la Beaute & l'odeur de ces floeurs, 
 A cest heur (de France) par Gascoign, tant s'esloigne. 
 
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 H.M. In Poemata Gascoigni 
 Carmen. 
 
 SI iam vena viris eadem, qua vatibus olim, 
 Ingenioa pari possunt disponere partas 
 Materias, pedibus si incedunt Carmina certis, 
 Claudunturi suis numeris : Si turba sororum 
 Supplicibus potis est priscos injiare furores, 
 Sed si quod magis est, nostri sua themata texant, 
 Consona scripturis sacris, nee dissona reilis 
 Moribus : amanos sed qua cognoscere flares 
 Virtutis, qua decent dukes colligere fruSius : 
 Si fidas fabulas, falsig Cupidinis artes 
 Cum Fenere excludunt, (ut do£ia indigna poesi) 
 Cur non censemus celebrandos iure Coronis 
 Mquales virtute viros aqualibus esse ? 
 O ingrata tuis non reddere tanta peritis 
 Pramia, quanta suis dignarunt prima Poetis 
 Sacula. num. laudes tantas licet addere lingu\ae~\ 
 Romanes primum, (qua nil tamen attulit ultra 
 Utile') germanas ut fas sit spernere gemmas ? 
 Sed vitium hoc patria est & peculiariter Anglis 
 Convenit, externis qucecung feruntur ab oris, 
 Anteferre suis. Age si sic sapitis, Ecce, 
 Anglia quos profert flares Gasconia pressit. 
 
 B.C. In Poemata Gasconi 
 Carmen. 
 
 MEns generosa solet generosos edere flores 
 Incassumg suos non sinit ire dies: 
 Hac tua Gasconi laus est, mercede remota 
 
 Hac, friget virtus, bac tibi sufficiat. 
 Hac tibi (seu Belgas repetas, Martemfo ferocem, 
 Seu patriam & Musas) inviolata Comes. 
 
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VERSES 
 
 K.D. In eundem, Carmen. 
 
 VIderat hums: \F\. I. Titulum nomeng Poata, 
 Latag vix potuit dic[e]re lingua, bene est : 
 Mox ubi qua voluit, libra non vidit in Mo, 
 Magnag qua fuerat, pars ibi parva fuit, 
 Quam male, ait, socio Martem secrevit \A\more ! 
 Qui bene amat pugnat, qui bene pugnat amat. 
 
 Eiusdem de eodem. 
 
 QUi quondam grave Martis opus, sub gente nefanda, 
 Militiamg tuli, non uno nomine duram, 
 Arma quibus latabar Ego, Tritonia Pallas, 
 Pallas, ego trado arma tibi, & nunc per iuga Cynthi 
 Per sacrum te Hellicona tuus, per Tbessala Tempe 
 Insequor, aternumg sequar, dum sydera mundum, 
 Dum deus aternos certo moderamine Coelos 
 Dirigat, athereasg animas iff sydera Cceli. 
 qua felices caelesti neffare mentes 
 Perfundis, Div&mg doces nos dicere Cantus, 
 Quales Aonias inter cel\e\berrima turbas 
 Calliopaa canit, vel gestis Clio loquendis 
 Nata, (Novenarum pars ingens Clio sororum,) 
 Da, Regina, tuis adytis antrisg recepto 
 Cantari vates inter dicig Britannos. 
 
 P.W. In Gascoignum, Carmen. 
 
 SUnt quorum mentes tenebra Caligog turpis 
 Infuscant, vates qui tetigisse timent. 
 Tu pete fiorentem, facunde Pofta, Corollam, 
 Excultis pateat versibus iste locus. 
 
 3 1 
 
COMMENDATORY 
 
 G.H. pro eodem. 
 
 QUisquis es hac nostri qui gaudes parte laboris, 
 Iudicio nobis, ca\u]tus adesto precor. 
 Perlege scripta prius, quam pergas scripta probare, 
 Et bene perleSiis, inde videbis opus. 
 Nam nihil in titulum iuvat inspexisse libelli, 
 
 Si vis materia sit tibi nota minus. 
 Non etenim primi veniunt fundamina rerum, 
 
 Sed sunt in variis inspicienda locis. 
 Perge igitur quo sit pergendum, fine reperto, 
 In tenebris turn qua d[e\lituire proba. 
 
 E.H. in poemata Ga- 
 scoigni, Carmen. 
 
 SI quam Romani laudem m\e\ruire Po'e'ta 
 Sig fuit Gratis debitus ullus honos, 
 Grtscia si quondam vatem suspexit Homerum, 
 
 Si domitrix magni Roma Maronis opus, 
 Cur non Gasconii facunda poemata laudat 
 
 Anglia ? & ad caeli sydera summa ferat ? 
 Carmina nam cum re sic consentire videntur, 
 
 Egregium & prastans ut videatur opus. 
 Dixerit has aliquis Musas nimis esse iocosas, 
 
 Et iuvenum facile posse nocere animis. 
 Non ita, ni forsan velit iisdem leitor abuti : 
 
 Non obsunt, pura si modi mente legas. 
 
 3 2 
 
VERSES 
 
 The opinion of the audthor himself after 
 all these commendations. 
 
 WHat neede I speake my self, since other say so much ? 
 Who seme to praise these poesies so, as if ther wer 
 none such ? 
 But sure my silly self, do find therein no smell, 
 Which may deserve such passing prayse, or seeme to taste 
 
 so well. 
 This boone I onely crave, that Readers yet will deigne 
 (If any weede herein do seeme, his fellow flowres to stayne) 
 Then reade but others workes, and marke if that they finde, 
 No toyes therein which may dislike, some modest readers 
 
 minde ? 
 Reade Virgilh Pryapus, or Ovids wanton verse, 
 Which he about Corinnaes couche, so clerkly can rehearse. 
 Reade Faustoes filthy tale, in Ariostoes ryme, 
 And let not Marots Alyx passe, without impeach of crime. 
 These things considred well, I trust they will excuse 
 This muze of mine, although she seem, such toyes somtimes 
 
 to use. 
 Beleeve me Lordings all, it is a Poetes parte, 
 To handle eche thing in his kinde, for therein lieth his arte: 
 Lucillius ledde the daunce, and Horace made the lawe, 
 That poetes by AucUioritie, may call (A dawe)]^ Dawe, 
 And eke (a hore) A Hore, but yet in cleanly wordes, 
 So that the vice may be rebukt, as though it were in bourdes : 
 This phrase sometimes I use, which (if it be a faute) 
 Condempne not all the rest therfore, that here in verse is 
 
 taught, 
 Smell every poesie right, and you therein shall finde, 
 Fresh flowres, good hearbes, & holsome weedes, to please a 
 
 skilfull minde. 
 
 FINIS. Tarn Marti, quam Mercurio. 
 
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COMMENDATORY VERSES 
 
 His ultimum vale to Amorous verse. 
 
 KInde Erato, and wanton Thalia, 
 (Whose name my muze, devoutly did invoke) 
 Adieu deare dames, Caliope sings alia, 
 Which are more worth, and smell not of the smoke. 
 And if blinde Cupide, chaunce to stryke a stroke, 
 I vowe my verse, Apocrypha shalbe, 
 In silence shutte, that none (but you) may see. 
 
 .FINIS. 
 
 Tarn Marti, quam Mercurio. 
 
 34 
 
<* FLOWERS. 
 
 Tarn Marti quam Mercurio. 
 f In this division are conteyned : 
 
 The Anotamie of a Lover. i. 
 
 The areignemente of a Lover. 
 
 Fol. ii. 
 The passions of a Lover. iii. 
 
 The divorce of a Lover. vii. 
 
 The Lullabie of a lover. viii. 
 
 The lamentation of a Lover. x. 
 The lookes of a Lover enamored. 
 
 xi. 
 The lookes of a Lover forsaken. 
 
 xv ii. 
 The recatatio of a lover. xvii. 
 Praise of Lady Sands. xviii. 
 
 Praise of the Lady Grey. xx. 
 
 Praise of the Authors mistresse. xx. 
 Gascoigns good morow. xxi. 
 
 Gascoigns good night. xxiiii. 
 
 Gascoigns De profundi*. xxvi. 
 
 Gascoig. memories. xxxiii. 
 
 An Epitaph upon Captaine Bour- 
 
 cher. xli. 
 
 A devise of a Maske. xliii. 
 
 The refusall of a Lover. lv. 
 
 Pryde in Court. lvi. 
 
 Despised things mai live. 58 
 
 In trust is treason. lix. 
 
 The constancie of a Lover. 
 
 Fol. lx. 
 The frute of Foes. Ixi. 
 
 A Lover once warned and twice 
 
 taken. Ixi. 
 
 A Lover encoraged by former 
 
 examples. lxiii. 
 
 The Historie of Dan Bartholmewe 
 
 of Bathe. lxv. 
 
 The frutes of Warre. cxiii. 
 
 C2 
 
 35 
 
Fol. 
 
 Faultes escaped in the Weedes : 
 
 Line. Faultes. Correction. 
 
 204 
 
 13 
 
 allgiance 
 
 allegeaunce 
 
 211 
 
 17 
 
 like I hope 
 
 I like hope 
 
 214 
 
 24 
 
 contation 
 
 contentation 
 
 216 
 
 28 
 
 merrye 
 
 married 
 
 Ibid. 
 
 31 
 
 flattring 
 
 flitting 
 
 218 
 
 4 
 
 had shewed 
 
 had to plainely shewed 
 
 Ibid. 
 
 7 
 
 called 
 
 calling 
 
 Ibid. 
 
 30 
 
 disdaned 
 
 distayned 
 
 220 
 
 14 
 
 had 
 
 and 
 
 222 
 
 30 
 
 in 
 
 of 
 
 223 
 
 7 
 
 And 
 
 So 
 
 224 
 
 7 
 
 cape 
 
 cappe 
 
 Ibid. 
 
 8 
 
 Crowe 
 
 Crowne 
 
 229 
 
 16 
 
 still 
 
 foyle 
 
 232 
 
 34 
 
 braunce 
 
 braunche 
 
 *35 
 
 19 
 
 possessed 
 
 professed 
 
 238 
 
 II 
 
 that 
 
 other 
 
 240 
 
 5 
 
 Elaminia 
 
 Flaminia 
 
 242_ 
 
 11 
 
 and 
 
 an 
 
 Ibid. 
 
 30 
 
 zoreaftes 
 
 Zoroastes 
 
 Ibid. 
 
 20 
 
 doe 
 
 did 
 
 249 
 
 13 
 
 builded 
 
 blinded 
 
 Ibid. 
 
 16 
 
 pricke 
 
 pricke such 
 
 258 
 
 5 
 
 gentelman 
 
 gentlewoman 
 
 [»]6i 
 
 6 
 
 quibbes 
 
 quippes 
 
 271 
 
 31 
 
 la mano 
 
 las manes 
 
 *75 
 
 2 
 
 swell 
 
 aswell 
 
 276 
 
 4 
 
 Fraunces china 
 
 Frauncischina 
 
 Ibid. 
 
 8 
 
 occurments 
 
 occurrentes 
 
 278 
 
 6 
 
 that I 
 
 I that 
 
 284 
 
 8 
 
 But 
 
 that 
 
 28.5 
 
 14 
 
 this 
 
 those 
 
 36 
 
P& The Anatomye of a Lover. 
 
 TO make a Lover knowne, by plaine Anatomie, 
 You lovers all that list beware, loe here behold you me. 
 Who though mine onely lookes, your pittie wel might move, 
 Yet every part shall playe his part, to paint the panges of love. 
 If first my feeble head, have so much matter left, 
 If fansies raging force have not, his feeble skill bereft. 
 These lockes that hang unkempt, these hollowe dazled eyes, 
 These chattering teeth, this trSbling tongue, well tewed with 
 
 carefull cries. 
 These wan and wrinkled cheekes, wel washt with waves 
 
 of woe, 
 Maye stand for patterne of a ghost, where so this carkasse goe. 
 These shoulders they sustaine, the yoake of heavy care, 
 And on my brused broken backe, the burden must I beare. 
 These armes quite braunfalne are, with beating on my brest, 
 This right hand weary is to write, this left hand craveth rest : 
 These sides enclose the forge, where sorrowe playes the smith, 
 And hote desire, hath kindled fire, to worke this mettall with. 
 The An vile is my heart, my though tes they strike the stroake, 
 My lights and lunges like bellowes blow, & sighes ascend for 
 
 smoake. 
 My secreete partes are so with secreete sorrowe soken, 
 As for the secreete shame thereof, deserves not to be spoken, 
 My thighes, my knees, my legges, and last of all my feete, 
 To serve a lovers turne, are so unable and unmeete, 
 That scarce they sustaine up, this restlesse body well, 
 Unlesse it be to see the boure, wherein my love doth dwell, 
 And there by sight eftsoone, to feede my gazing eye, 
 And so content my hungrie corps, tyll dollours doe me dye : 
 Yet for a just reward of love so dearely bought, 
 I pray you saye, loe this was he, whome love had worne to 
 
 nought. 
 
 Ever or never. 
 
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FLOWERS 
 
 ^J The arraig\n~\ment of a Lover. 
 
 AT Beautyes barre as I dyd stande, 
 f\ When false suspecl: accused mee, 
 George (quod the Judge) holde up thy hande, 
 Thou art arraignde of Flatterye : 
 Tell therefore howe thou wylt bee tryde? 
 Whose judgement here wylt thou abyde? 
 
 My Lorde (quod I) this Lady here, 
 Whome I esteeme above the rest, 
 Doth knowe my guilte if any were: 
 Wherefore hir doome shall please me best, 
 Let hir bee Judge and Jurour boathe, 
 To trye mee guiltlesse by myne oathe. 
 
 SiLs dame Qy° d Beautie, no, it fitteth not, 
 
 chiefejus- A Prince hir selfe to judge the cause: 
 
 and° yr ° Wyll is our Justice well you wot, 
 
 terminer. Appointed to discusse our Lawes: 
 
 If you wyll guiltlesse seeme to goe, 
 God and your countrey quitte you so. 
 
 Then crafte the cryer cal'd a quest, 
 Of whome was falshoode formost feere, 
 A packe of pickethankes were the rest, 
 Which came false witnesse for to beare, 
 The Jurye suche, the Judge unjust, 
 Sentence was sayde I should be trust. 
 
 Jelous the Jayler bound mee fast, 
 To heare the verdite of the byll, 
 George (quod the Judge) nowe thou art cast, 
 Thou must goe hence to heavie hill, 
 And there be hangde all but the head, 
 God rest thy soule when thou art dead. 
 
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FLOWERS 
 
 Downe fell I then upon my knee, 
 All flatte before Dame Beauties face, 
 And cryed, good Ladye pardon mee, 
 Which here appeale unto your grace, 
 You knowe if I have beene untrue, 
 It was in too much praysing you. 
 
 And though this Judge doe make suche haste, 
 To shead with shame my guiltlesse blood : 
 Yet let your pittie first bee plaste, 
 To save the man that meant you good, 
 So shall you shewe your selfe a Queene, 
 And I maye bee your servaunt seene. 
 
 (Quod Beautie) well : bicause I guesse, 
 What thou dost meane hencefoorth to bee, 
 Although thy faultes deserve no lesse, 
 Than Justice here hath judged thee, 
 Wylt thou be bounde to stynt all strife, 
 And be true prisoner all thy lyfe ? 
 
 Yea Madame (quod I) that I shall, Common 
 
 Loe fayth and trueth my suerties : 
 Why then (quod shee) come when I call, 
 I aske no better warrantise. 
 Thus am I Beauties bounden thrall, 
 At hir commaunde when shee doth call. 
 
 Ever or never. 
 
 The passion of a Lover. 
 
 ISmyle sometimes although my griefe be great, 
 To heare and see these lovers paint their paine, 
 And how they can in pleasaunt rimes repeate, 
 The passing pangs, which they in fancies faine. 
 But if I had such skyll to frame a verse, 
 I could more paine than all their panges rehearse. 
 
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FLOWERS 
 
 Some saye they finde nor peace, nor power to fight, 
 Which seemeth strange: but stranger is my state: 
 I dwell in dole, yet sojorne with delight, 
 Reposde in rest, yet weryed with debate. 
 For flatte repulse, might well appease my wyll, 
 But fancie fightes, to trye my fortune styll. 
 
 Some other saye they hope, yet live in dread, 
 They friese, they flame, they flie aloft, they fall, 
 But I nor hope with happe to rayse my head, 
 Nor feare to stoupe, for why my gate is small. 
 Nor can I friese, with cold to kyll my heart, 
 Nor yet so flame, as might consume my smart. 
 
 How live I then, which thus drawe foorth my dayes ? 
 Or tell me howe, I found this fever first ? 
 What fits I feele ? what distance ? what delayes ? 
 What griefe ? what ease ? what lyke 1 best ? what worst ? 
 These thinges they tell ? which seeke redresse of paine, 
 And so wyll I, although I coumpt it vaine. 
 
 I live in love, even so I love to live, 
 
 (Oh happie state, twise happie he that findes it) 
 
 But love to life this cognisance doth geve, 
 
 This badge this marke, to every man that mindes it, 
 
 Love lendeth life, which (dying) cannot dye, 
 
 Nor lyving live: and such a life leade I. 
 
 The Sunny dayes which gladde the saddest wightes, 
 Yet never shine to cleare my misty moone : 
 No quiet sleepe, amidde the mooneshine nightes, 
 Can close mine eyes, when I am woe begone. 
 Into such shades my peevishe sorrowe shrowdes, 
 That Sunne and Moone, are styll to me in clowdes. 
 
 And feverlike I feede my fancie styll, 
 With such repast, as most empaires my health, 
 Which fever first I caught by wanton wyll, 
 When coles of kind dyd stirre my blood by stealth : 
 And gazing eyes, in bewtie put such trust, 
 That love enflamd my liver al with lust. 
 
 40 
 
FLOWERS 
 
 My fits are lyke the fever Edtick fits, There is in 
 
 Which one daye quakes within and burnes without, akkderf* 
 
 The next day heate within the boosoms sits, fever - 
 
 And shiviring colde the body goes about. 
 So is my heart most hote when hope is colde, 
 And quaketh most when I most heate behold. 
 
 Tormented thus without delayes I stand, 
 All wayes in one and evermore shalbe, 
 In greatest griefe when helpe is nearest hand, 
 And best at ease if death might make me free: 
 Delighting most in that which hurtes my heart, 
 And hating change which might relieve my smart. 
 
 Yet you deare dame: to whome this cure pertaines, Lenvoye. 
 
 Devise by times some drammes for my disease, 
 
 A noble name shall be your greatest gaines, 
 
 Whereof be sure, if you wyll worke mine ease. 
 
 And though fond fooles set forth their fittes as fast, 
 
 Yet graunt with me that my straunge passion past. 
 
 Ever or never. 
 
 IT A straunge passion of a Lover. 
 
 AMid my Bale I bath in blisse, 
 S\. I swim in heaven, I sinke in hell: 
 I find amends for every misse, 
 And yet my moane no tongue can tell. 
 I live and love, what wold you more : 
 As never lover liv'd before. 
 
 I laugh sometimes with little lust, 
 So jest I oft and feele no joye: 
 Myne ease is builded all on trust: 
 And yit mistrust breedes myne anoye. 
 I live and lacke, I lacke and have: 
 I have and misse the thing I crave. 
 
 4i 
 
FLOWERS 
 
 These things seeme strange, yet are they trew, 
 
 Beleeve me sweete my state is such, 
 
 One pleasure which I wold eschew, 
 
 Both slakes my grief and breedes my grutch. 
 
 So doth one paine which I would shoon, 
 
 Renew my joyes where grief begoon. 
 
 Then like the larke that past the night. 
 
 In heavy sleepe with cares oppresf: 
 
 Yit when shee spies the pleasaunt light, 
 
 She sends sweete notes from out hir brest. 
 
 So sing I now because I thinke 
 
 How joyes approch, when sorrowes shrinke. 
 
 And as fayre Philomene againe, 
 
 Can watch and singe when other sleepe : 
 
 And taketh pleasure in hir payne, 
 
 To wray the woo that makes hir weepe. 
 
 So sing I now for to bewray 
 
 The lothsome life I lead alway. 
 
 The which to thee (deare wenche) I write, 
 That know'st my mirth, but not my moane: 
 I praye God graunt thee deepe delight, 
 To live in joyes when I am gone. 
 I cannot live, it wyll not bee : 
 I dye to thinke to part from thee. 
 
 Ferendo Natura. 
 
 1T The Divorce of a Lover. 
 
 Divorce me nowe good death, from love and lingring 
 life, 
 That one hath bene my concubine, that other was my wife. 
 In youth I lived with love, she had my lustye dayes, 
 In age I thought with lingering life to stay my wadering wais, 
 But now abusde by both, I come for to complaine, 
 To thee good death, in whom my helpe doth wholy now 
 remain, 
 
 42 
 
FLOWERS 
 
 My libell loe behold: wherein I doe protest, 
 The processe of my plaint is true, in which my griefe doth rest. 
 First love my concubine (whome I have kept so trimme, 
 Even she for whome I seemd of yore, in seas of joy to 
 
 swimme : 
 To whome I dare avowe, that I have served as well, 
 And played my part as gallantly, as he that beares the bell) 
 She cast me of long since, and holdes me in disdaine, 
 I cannot pranke to please hir nowe, my vaunting is but vaine. 
 My writhled cheekes bewraye, that pride of heate is past, 
 My stagring steppes eke tell the trueth, that nature fadeth fast, 
 My quaking crooked joyntes, are combred with the crampe, 
 The boxe of oyle is wasted wel, which once dyd feede my 
 
 lampe. 
 The greenesse of my yeares, doth wyther now so sore, Such a sea 
 
 That lusty love leapes quite awaye, and lyketh me no more, detlreno a 
 And love my lemman gone, what lyking can I take ? ths S whii« e 
 
 In lothsome lyfe that croked croane, although she be my make ? ' he v are '" 
 Shee cloyes me with the cough, hir comfort is but cold, 
 She bids me give mine age for almes, wher first my youth 
 
 was sold. 
 No day can passe my head, but she beginnes to brail, 
 No mery thoughts conceived so fast, but she confounds them al. 
 When I pretend to please, she overthwarts me still, 
 When I wou[l]d faynest part with hir, she overwayes my will. 
 Be judge then gentle death, and take my cause in hand, 
 Consider every circumstaunce, marke how the case doth stand. 
 Percase thou wilte aledge, that cause thou canst none see, 
 But that I like not of that one, that other likes not me: 
 Yes gentle judge give eare, and thou shalt see me prove, 
 My concubine incontinent, a common whore is love. 
 And in my wyfe I find, such discord and debate, 
 As no man living can endure the tormentes of my state. 
 Wherefore thy sentence say, devorce me from them both, 
 Since only thou mayst right my wronges, good death nowe 
 
 be not loath. 
 But cast thy pearcing dart, into my panting brest, 
 That I may leave both love and life, & thereby purchase rest. 
 
 Hand ittus sapio. 
 
 43 
 
FLOWERS 
 
 IT The Lullabie of a Lover. 
 
 Sing lullaby, as women doe, 
 Wherewith they bring their babes to rest, 
 And lullaby can I sing to, 
 As womanly as can the best. 
 With lullaby they still the childe, 
 And if I be not much beguild, 
 Full many wanton babes have I, 
 Which must be stild with lullabie. 
 
 First lullaby my youthfull yeares, 
 It is nowe time to go to bed, 
 For croocked age and hoary heares, 
 Have wone the haven [within] my head: 
 With Lullaby then youth be still, 
 With Lullaby content thy will, 
 Since courage quayles, and commes behind, 
 Go sleepe, and so beguile thy minde. 
 
 Next Lullaby my gazing eyes, 
 Which wonted were to glaunce apace. 
 For every Glasse maye nowe suffise, 
 To shewe the furrowes in my face : 
 With Lullabye then winke awhile, 
 With Lullabye your lookes beguile: 
 Lette no fayre face, nor beautie brighte, 
 Entice you efte with vayne delighte. 
 
 And Lullaby my wanton will, 
 Lette reasons rule, nowe reigne thy thought, 
 Since all to late I finde by skyll, 
 Howe deare I have thy fansies bought: 
 With Lullaby nowe tak thyne ease, 
 With Lullaby thy doubtes appease: 
 For trust to this, if thou be styll, 
 
 My body shall obey thy will. 
 
 Eke Lullaby my loving boye, 
 My little Robyn take thy rest, 
 Since age is colde, and nothing coye, 
 Keepe close thy coyne, for so is best: 
 
 44 
 
FLOWERS 
 
 With Lulla[b]y be thou content, 
 With Lullaby thy lustes relente, 
 Lette others pay which hath mo pence, 
 Thou art to pore for such expence. 
 
 Thus Lullabye my youth, myne eyes, 
 My will, my ware, and all that was, 
 I can no mo delayes devise, 
 But welcome payne, let pleasure passe: 
 With Lullaby now take your leave, 
 With Lullaby your dreames deceive, 
 And when you rise with waking eye, 
 Remember then this Lullabye. 
 
 Ever or Never. 
 
 The lamentation of a lover. 
 
 NOw have I found the waie, to weepe & wayle my fill, 
 Now can I ende my dolfull dayes, & so content my will. 
 The way to weepe inough, for such as list to wayle, 
 Is this: to go abord y e ship, where pleasure beareth sayle. 
 And there to marke the jestes, of every joyfull wight, 
 And with what winde and wave they fleet, to nourish their 
 
 delight. 
 For as the striken Deare, that seeth his fellowes feede, 
 Amid the lustie [heard] (unhurt), & feeles himselfe to bleede 
 Or as the seely byrd, that with the Bolte is brusd, 
 And lieth aloofe among the leaves, of al hir pheares refusd, 
 And heares them sing full shrill, yet cannot she rejoyce, 
 Nor frame one warbling note to passe, out of hir mournfull 
 
 voyce. 
 Even "so I finde by proofe, that pleasure dubleth payne, 
 Unto a wretched wounded hart, which doth in woe, remaine. 
 I passe where pleasure is, I heare some sing for joye, 
 I see som laugh, som other dauce, in spight of darke anoy. 
 But out alas my mind, amends not by their myrth, 
 I deeme al pleasurs to be paine, that dwell above y e earth. 
 Such heavy humors feede, y e bloud that lendes me breath, 
 As mery medcins cdnnot serve, to keepe my corps from death. 
 Sprata tamen vivunt. 
 
 45 
 
FLOWERS 
 
 Certaine verses written to a Gentlewoman whome hee liked 
 very wel, and yet had never any oportunity to discover 
 his affe&ion, being alwayes bridled by jelouse lookes which 
 attended them both, and therefore gessing by hir lokes, 
 that she partly also liked him : he wrote in a booke of hirs 
 as foloweth, being termed with the rest that follow the 
 lokes of a lover enamoured. 
 
 THou with thy lookes on whom I loke full ofte, 
 And find there in great cause of deepe delight: 
 Thy face is fayre, thy skin is smoth and softe, 
 Thy lippes are sweet, thine eyes are cleere and bright, 
 And every part seemes pleasant in my sight. 
 Yet wote thou well, those lokes have wrought my wo, 
 Bicause I love to looke upon them so. 
 
 For first those lookes allurd mine eye to loke, 
 And strayght mine eye stird up my hart to love : 
 And cruell love with deepe deceitfull hooke, 
 Chokt up my mind whom fancie cannot move, 
 Nor hope releeve, nor other helpe behove: 
 But still to loke, and though I loke to much, 
 Needes must I loke bicause I see none such. 
 
 Thus in thy lookes my love and life have hold, 
 And with such life my death drawes on a pace : 
 And for such death no medcine can be told, 
 But loking still upon thy lovely face, 
 Wherin are painted pitie, peace, and grace, 
 Then though thy lokes should cause me for to dye, 
 Needes must I looke, bicause I live therby. 
 
 Since then thy lookes my lyfe have so in thrall, 
 As I can like none other lookes but thine: 
 Lo here I yeelde my lyfe, my love, and all 
 Into thy hands, and all things else resigne, 
 But libertie to gaze upon thyne eyen. 
 Which when I doe, then think it were thy part, 
 To looke again, and linke with me in hart. 
 
 Si fortunatus [infcelix], 
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FLOWERS 
 
 With these verses you shall judge the guide capacitie of the Lady : 
 for she wrote thereunder this short aunswere. 
 
 Looke as long as you lyst, but surely if I take you looking, 
 I will looke with you. 
 
 *j And for a further proofe of this Dames quicie understanding, 
 you shall now understande, that sone after this aunswere 
 of hirs, the same Audlhour chansed to be at a supper in hir 
 company, where were also hir brother, hir husband, and an 
 old lover of hirs by whom shee had bene long suspefted. 
 Nowe, although there wanted no delicate viandes to con- 
 tent them, yet their chiefe repast was by entreglancing of 
 lokes. For the Aufthour being stong with hotte affeftion, 
 coulde none otherwyse relieve his passion but by gazing. 
 And the Dame of a curteous enclination deigned (nowe 
 and then) to requite the same with glancing at him. Hir 
 olde lover occupied his eyes with watching: and her 
 brother perceiving all this coulde not abstaine from wink- 
 ing, whereby hee might putte his Syster in remembraunce, 
 least she shoulde too much forget hir selfe. But most of 
 all her husbande beholding the first, and being evyll pleased 
 with the seconde, scarce contented with the thirde, and 
 misconstruing the fourth, was constrayned to playe the 
 fifth part in frowarde frowning. This royall banquet thus 
 passed over, the Audthor knowing that after supper they 
 should passe the tyme in propounding of Ryddles, and 
 making of purposes : contrived all this conceipt in a Riddle 
 as followeth. The which was no soner pronouced, but 
 shee coulde perfectly perceive his intent, and drave out one 
 nayle with another, as also enseweth. 
 
 His Ryddle. 
 
 I Cast mine eye and sawe ten eyes at once, 
 All seemelye set uppon one lovely face: 
 Twoo gaz'd, twoo glanc'd, twoo watched for the nonce, 
 Twoo winked wiles, twoo fround with froward grace. 
 Thus everye eye was pitched in his place. 
 
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 And everye eye which wrought eche others wo, 
 Saide to it selfe, alas why lookt I so ? 
 And everye eye for jelousie did pine, 
 And sigh'd and sayde, I would that eye were mine. 
 Si fortunatus infcelix. 
 
 f In all this lovelie company was not one that coulde and would 
 expound the meaning hereof. At last the Darrie hir selfe 
 aunswered on this wise. Syr, quod she, because your darke 
 speach is much to curious for this simple company, I wyl 
 bee so bolde as to quit one question with another. And 
 when you have aunswered mine, it maye fall out per- 
 adventure, that I shall somewhat the better judge of yours. 
 
 Hir Question. 
 
 WHat thing is that which swimmes in blisse, 
 And yet consumes in burning griefe: 
 Which being plaste where pleasure is, 
 Can yet recover no reliefe. 
 Which sees to sighe, and sighes to see, 
 All this is one, what maye it bee ? 
 
 If He held him selfe herewith contented: and afterwardes when 
 they were better acquainted, he chaunsed once (groping in 
 hir pocket) to find a letter of hir olde lovers: and thynking 
 it were better to wincke than utterlye to put out his eyes, 
 seemed not to understande this first offence : but soone 
 after finding a lemman (the which he thought he sawe hir 
 olde lemman put there) he devised therof thus, and delivered 
 it unto hir in writing. 
 
 IGrooped in thy pocket pretty peate, 
 And found a Lemman which I looked not: 
 So founde I once (which nowe I must repeate) 
 Both leaves and letters which I lyked not. 
 Such hap have I to finde and seeke it not, 
 But since I see no faster meanes to bind them, 
 I wyll (hencefoorth) take Lemmans as I finde them. 
 
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 The Dame within verie short space dyd aunswere it thus. 
 
 ALymone (but no Lemmane) Syr you found, 
 For Lemmans beare their name to broade before: 
 The which since it hath given you such a wound, 
 That you seeme now offended very sore: 
 Content your selfe you shall find (there) no more. 
 But take your Lemmans henceforth where you lust, 
 For I wyll shewe my letters where I trust. 
 
 ^J The lookes of a lover forsaken : written by a gentlewoman who 
 passed by him with hir armes set bragging by hir sides, 
 and lefte it unfinished as followeth. 
 
 WEre my hart set on hoygh as thine is bent, 
 Or in my brest so brave and stout a will: 
 Then (long ere this) I coulde have bene content, 
 With sharpe reveng thy carelesse corpes to kill. 
 For why thou knowest (although thou know not all) 
 What rule, what raygne, what power, what segnory, 
 Thy melting minde did yeeld to me (as thrall) 
 When first I pleasd thy wandring fantisie. 
 What lingring lookes bewray'd thyne inward thought, 
 What panges were publisht by perplexcitie, 
 Such reakes the rage of love in thee had wrought 
 And no gramercie for thy curtesie. 
 I list not vaunt, but yet I dare avowe 
 (Had bene my harmelesse hart as harde as thine) 
 I coulde have bounde thee then for starting nowe, 
 In bondes of bale, in pangs of deadly pyne. 
 For why by profe the field is eath to win, 
 Where as the chiefteynes yeeld them selves in chaynes: 
 The port or passage plaine to enter in, 
 Where porters list to leave the key for gaynes. 
 But did I then devise with crueltie, 
 (As tyrants do) to kill the yeelding pray ? 
 Or did I bragge and boast triumpliauntly, 
 As who should saye the field were mine that daye ? 
 
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 Did I retire my selfe out of thy sight 
 
 To beat afresh the bulwarkes of thy brest ? 
 
 Or did my mind in choyce of change delight, 
 
 And render thee as reffuse with the rest ? 
 
 No Tygre no, the lyon is not lewd, 
 
 He shewes no force on seely wounded sheepe, &c. 
 
 Whiles he sat at the dore of his lodging, devising these verses 
 above rehersed, the same Gentlewoman passed by againe, 
 and cast a longe looke towardes him, whereby he left his 
 former invention and wrote thus. 
 
 HOwe long she lookt that lookt at me of late, 
 As who would say, hir lookes were all for love : 
 When God he knowes they came from deadly hate, 
 To pinch me yit with pangs which I must prove. 
 But since my lokes hir liking maye not move, 
 Looke where she likes, for lo this looke was cast, 
 Not for my love, but even to see my last. 
 
 Si fortunatus infcelix. 
 
 An other Sonet written by the same Gentlewoman, 
 uppon the same occasion. 
 
 I Lookt of late and sawe thee loke askance, 
 Upon my dore, to see if I satte there. 
 As who should say: If he be there by chance, 
 Yet maye he thinke I loke him every where, 
 No cruell, no, thou knowest and I can tell, 
 How for thy love I layd my lokes a side: 
 Though thou (par case) hast lookt and liked wel, 
 Some newe founde lookes amide this world so wide. 
 But since thy lookes my love have so in chaynd 
 That to my lokes, thy liking now is past: 
 Loke where thou likest, and let thy hands be staynd, 
 In true loves bloud, which thou shalt lack at last, 
 So looke, so lack, for in these toyes thus tost, 
 My lookes thy love, thy lookes my life have lost. 
 
 Si fortunatus infcel\i~\x. 
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FLOWERS 
 
 IT To the same gentlewoman because she challenged the Audlhour 
 for holding downe his head alwaies, and for that hee 
 looked not uppon hir in wonted manner. 
 
 YOu must not wonder though you thinke it straunge, 
 To see me holde my lowring head so lowe: 
 And that myne eyes take no delyght to raunge, 
 About the gleames which on your face doe growe. 
 The mouse which once hath broken out of trappe, 
 Is sildome tysed with the trustlesse bayte, 
 But Jyes aloofe for feare of more mishappe, 
 And feedeth styll in doubte of deepe deceipte. 
 The skorched flye which once hath scapt the flame, 
 Wyll hardlye come to playe againe with fyre. 
 Whereby I learne that greevous is the game, 
 Which followes fansie dazled by desire. 
 So that I wynke or eke holde downe my head, 
 Because your blazing eyes my bale have bred. 
 
 Si fortunatus infaelix. 
 
 £>%} The Recantacion of a Lover. 
 
 NOw must I needes recant the wordes which once I spoke, 
 Fond fansie fumes so nie my noose, I nedes must smel 
 y e smoke: 
 And better were to beare a Faggot from the fire, 
 Than wylfully to burne and blaze, in flames of vaine desire. 
 You Judges then give eare, you people marke me well, 
 I saye, both heaven and earth record the tale which I shall tell 
 And knowe that dread of death, nor hope of better hap, 
 Have forced or perswaded me to take my turning cap, 
 But even that mightye Jove^ of his great clemencie, 
 Hath given me grace at last to judge, the trueth from heresie : 
 I saye then and professe, with free and faithfull heart, 
 That womes vowes are nothing els, but snares of secret smart : 
 
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 Their beauties blaze are baites which seeme of pleasant taste, 
 But who devoures the hidden hooke, eates poyson for repast : 
 Their smyling is deceipt, their faire wordes traines of treason, 
 Their wit alwaies so full of wyles, it skorneth rules of reason. 
 Percase some present here, have heard my selfe of yore, 
 Both teach & preach the contrary, my fault was then the 
 
 more: 
 I graunt my workes were these, first one Anatomie, 
 Wherein I painted every pang of [loves] perplexitye : 
 Next that I was araignde, with George holde up thy hand, 
 Wherein I yeelded Bewties thrall, at hir commaund to stand : 
 Myne eyes so blinded were, (good people marke my tale) 
 That once I song, I Bathe in Blisse, amidde my weary Bale: 
 And many a frantike verse, then from my penne dyd passe, 
 In waves of wicked heresie, so deepe I drowned was. 
 All which I now recant, and here before you burne 
 Those trifling bookes, from whose lewde lore my tippet here 
 
 I turne. 
 And hencefoorth wyl I write, howe mad is that mans minde, 
 Which is entist by any traine to trust in womankind. 
 the 0l oodiieft ^ s P are not wedlocke I, who lyst that state advance, 
 personnel Aske Astolfe king of Lumbardie, howe trim his dwarfe coulde 
 
 theworlde J 
 
 founde a QaunCC 
 
 wTth r his yins Wherefore fayre Ladies you, that heare me what I saye, 
 wife If you hereafter see me slippe, or seeme to goe astraye : 
 
 Or if my tongue revoke from that which nowe it sayth, 
 Then plague me thus, Beleeve it not, for this is nowe my faith. 
 
 Haud iiius sapio. 
 
 1 In prayse of Bridges, nowe Lady Sondes. 
 
 IN Court who so demaundes what Dame doth most excell, 
 For my conceyt I must needes say, faire Bridges beares 
 y e bell: 
 Upon whose lively cheeke, to proove my judgement true, 
 The Rose and Lillie seeme to strive for equall change of hewe : 
 And therewithal! so well her graces all agree, 
 No frowning cheere dare once presume in hir sweete face 
 to bee. 
 
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 Although some lavishe lippes, which like some other best, 
 
 Wyll saye the blemishe on hir browe disgraceth all the rest. 
 
 Thereto I thus replie, God wotte they litle know, 
 
 The hidden cause of that mishap, nor how the harme dyd grow. 
 
 For when Dame nature first had framde hir heavenly face, 
 
 And thoroughly bedecked it, with goodly gleames of grace: 
 
 It lyked hir so well : Lo here (quod shee) a peece, 
 
 For perfeft shape that passeth all Apelles worke in Greece. 
 
 This bayte may chaunce to catche the greatest God of love, 
 
 Or mighty thundring "Jove himself that rules the roast above. 
 
 But out, alas, those wordes were vaunted all in vaine, 
 
 And some unsene were present there (poore Bridges) to thy pain. 
 
 For Cupide craftie boye, close in a corner stoode, 
 
 Not blyndfold then, to gaze on hir, I gesse it dyd him good. 
 
 Yet when he felt the flame gan kindle in his brest, 
 
 And hard dame nature boast by hir, to breake him of his rest, 
 
 His hote newe chosen love, he chaunged • into hate, 
 
 And sodainly with mighty mace, gan rap hir on the pate. 
 
 It grieved Nature much to see the cruell deede: 
 
 Me seemes I see hir how she wept, to see hir dearling blede. 
 
 Well yet (quod she) this hurt shall have some helpe I trowe, 
 
 And quicke with skin she covered it, that whiter is than 
 
 snowe. 
 Wherewith Dan Cupid fled, for feare of further flame, 
 Whe angel like he saw hir shine, whom he had smit with 
 
 shame. 
 Lo thus was Bridges hurt, in cradel of hir kind, 
 The coward Cupid brake hir brow, to wreke his wouded mind, 
 The skar styll there remaines, no force, there let it be, 
 There is no clowde that can eclipse, so bright a sunne as she. 
 
 Ever or never. 
 
 *J In prayse of Zouche late the Lady Greye of Wilton 
 whome the auftor found in a homely house. 
 
 THese rustie walles whome cankred yeares deface, 
 The comely corps of seemely Zouche enclose, 
 Whose auncient stocke derivde from worthy race, 
 Procures hir praise, where so the carkas goes: 
 
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 Hir aungels face declares hyr modest minde, 
 Hyr lovely lokes the gazing eyes allure, 
 Hyr deedes deserve some endlesse prayse to finde, 
 To blaze suche brute as ever might endure. 
 Wherfore my penne in trembling feare shall staye, 
 To write the thing that doth surmount my skill, 
 And I will wish of God both night and daye, 
 Some worthier place to guide hir worthy will. 
 Where princes peeres hir due desertes maye see, 
 And I content hir servaunt there to bee. 
 
 Ever or Never. 
 
 Gascoignes praise of his mistres. 
 
 THe hap which Paris had, as due for his desert, 
 Who favord Venus for hir face, & skornde Menervas art : 
 May serve to warne the wise that they no more esteme, 
 The glistering glosse of bewties blaze, than reason should it 
 
 deme. 
 Dan Priams yonger son, found out y e fairest dame, 
 That ever trode on Troyane mold, what folowed of y e same? 
 I list not brut hir bale, let others spread it forth, 
 But for his parte to speake my minde his choice was little 
 
 worth, 
 My meaning is but this, who markes the outward shewe, 
 And never grops for graftes of grace which in y e mind should 
 
 grow: 
 May chance upon such choise as trusty Troilus had, 
 And dwel in dole as Paris did, when he would faine be glad. 
 How happie then am I whose happe hath bene to finde, 
 A mistresse first that doth excell in vertues of the mind. 
 And yet therewith hath joynd, such favoure and suche grace, 
 As Pandars niece (if she wer here) would quickly give hir 
 
 place. 
 With in whose worthy brest, Dame Bounty seekes to dwel, 
 And saith to beawty, yeeld to me, since I doe thee excell. 
 Betwene whose heavenly eyes, doth right remorse appeare, 
 And pitie placed by the same, doth muche amende hir cheere. 
 
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 Who in my daungers deepe, dyd deigne to doe mee good, 
 Who did relieve my heavy heart, and sought to save my blood. 
 Who first encreast my friendes, and overthrew my fooes, 
 Who loved al them that wisht me wel, & liked none but those. 
 
 Ladies give me leave, I prayse not hir to farre, 
 
 Since she doth pas you al, as much, as Titan staines a starre. 
 
 You hold such servauntes deare, as able are to serve. 
 
 She held me deare, when I poore soule, could no good 
 
 thing deserve. 
 You set by them that swim in all prosperitie, 
 She set by me when as I was in great calamitie. 
 You best esteeme the brave, and let the poorest passe, 
 Shee best esteemde my poore good wyll, all naked as it was. 
 But whether am I went ? what humor guides my braine ? 
 
 1 seeke to wey y e woolsack down, with one poore pepper grain. 
 I seeme to penne hir praise, that doth surpasse my skill, 
 
 I strive to rowe against the tide, I hoppe against the hill. 
 Then let these fewe suffise, shee Helene staines for hewe, 
 Dydo for grace, Cressyde for cheere, and is as Thisbye true. 
 Yet if you furder crave, to have hir name displaide, 
 Dame Favor is my mistres name, dame Fortune is hir maid. 
 
 Attamen ad solitum. 
 
 Gascoignes good morrow. 
 
 YOu that have spent the silent night, 
 In sleepe and quiet rest, 
 And joye to see the cheerefull lyght 
 That ryseth in the East: 
 
 Now cleare your voyce, now chere your hart, 
 Come helpe me nowe to sing: 
 Eche willing wight come beare a part, 
 To prayse the heavenly King. 
 
 And you whome care in prison keepes, 
 Or sickenes doth suppresse, 
 Or secret sorowe breakes your sleepes, 
 Or dolours doe distresse: 
 
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FLOWERS 
 
 Yet beare a parte in dolfull wise, 
 Yea thinke it good accorde, 
 And [acceptable sacrifice, 
 Eche sprite to prayse the lorde. 
 
 The dreadfull night with darkesomnesse, 
 Had over spread the light, 
 And sluggish sleepe with drowsynesse, 
 Had over prest our might: 
 A glasse wherin you may beholde, 
 Eche storme that stopes our breath, 
 Our bed the grave, our clothes lyke molde, 
 And sleepe like dreadfull death. 
 
 Yet as this deadly night did laste, 
 But for a little space, 
 And heavenly daye nowe night is past, 
 Doth shewe his pleasaunt face: 
 So must we hope to see Gods face, 
 At last in heaven on hie, 
 When we have chang'd this mortall place, 
 For Immortalitie. 
 
 And of such happes and heavenly joyes, 
 As then we hope to holde, 
 All earthly sightes and wor[l]dly toyes, 
 Are tokens to beholde. 
 The daye is like the daye of doome, 
 The sunne, the Sonne of man, 
 The skyes the heavens, the earth the tombe 
 Wherein we rest till than. 
 
 The Rainbowe bending in the skye, 
 Bedeckte with sundrye hewes, 
 Is like the seate of God on hye, 
 And seemes to tell these newes : 
 That as thereby he promised, 
 To drowne the world no more, 
 So by the bloud which Christ hath shead, 
 He will our helth restore. 
 
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 The mistie cloudes that fall somtime, 
 And overcast the skyes, 
 Are like to troubles of our time, 
 Which do but dymme our eyes: 
 But as suche dewes are dryed up quite, 
 When Phoebus shewes his face, 
 So are such fansies put to flighte, 
 Where God doth guide by grace. 
 
 The caryon Crowe, that lothsome beast, 
 Which cryes agaynst the rayne, 
 Both for hir hewe and for the rest, 
 The Devill resembleth playne : 
 And as with gonnes we kill the Crowe, 
 For spoyling our releefe, 
 The Devill so must we overthrowe, 
 With gonshote of beleefe. 
 
 The little byrde[s] which sing so swete, 
 Are like the angelles voyce, 
 Which render God his prayses meete, 
 And teache us to rejoyce: 
 And as they more esteeme that myrth, 
 Than dread the nights anoy, 
 So mu[ste] we deeme our days on earth, 
 But hell to heavenly joye. 
 
 Unto which Joyes for to attayne 
 God graunt us all his grace, 
 And sende us after worldly payne, 
 In heaven to have a place. 
 Where wee maye still enjoy that light, 
 Which never shall decaye: 
 Lorde for thy mercy lend us might, 
 To see that joyfull daye. 
 
 Haud i£fus sapio. 
 
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 Gascoygnes good night. 
 
 WHen thou hast spent the lingring day in pleasure 
 and delight, 
 Or after toyle and wearie waye, dost seeke to rest at nighte: 
 Unto thy paynes or pleasures past, adde this one labour yet, 
 Ere sleepe close up thyne eye to fast, do not thy God forget, 
 But searche within thy secret thoughts, what deeds did thee 
 
 befal: 
 And if thou find amisse in ought, to God for mercy call. 
 Yea though thou find nothing amisse, which thou canst cal 
 
 to mind, 
 Yet ever more remember this, there is the more behind: 
 And thinke how well so ever it be, that thou hast spent the 
 
 daye, 
 It came of God, and not of thee, so to direft thy waye. 
 Thus if thou trie thy dayly deedes, and pleasure in this payne, 
 Thy life shall dense thy corne from weeds, & thine shal be 
 
 y e gaine : 
 But if thy sinfull sluggishe eye, will venter for to winke, 
 Before thy wading will mayirye, how far thy soule maye sinke, 
 Beware and wake, for else thy bed, which soft & smoth 
 
 is made, 
 May heape more harm upo thy head, than blowes of enmies 
 
 blade. 
 Thus if this paine procure thine ease, in bed as thou doest lye, 
 Perhaps it shall not God displease, to sing thus soberly: 
 I see that sleepy is lent me here, to ease my wearye bones, 
 As death at Iaste shall eke appeere, to ease my greevous grones. 
 My dayly sportes, my panch full fed, have causde my 
 
 drousie eye, 
 As carelesse life in quiet led, might cause my soule to dye : 
 The stretching armes, y e yauning breath, which I to bed- 
 ward use, 
 Are patternes of the pangs of death, when life will me refuse : 
 And of my bed eche sundrye part in shaddowes doth resemble, 
 The sudry shapes of deth, whose dart shal make my flesh to 
 
 treble. 
 
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 My bed it selfe is like the grave, my sheetes the winding sheete, 
 My clothes the mould which I must have, to cover me most 
 
 meete : 
 The hungry fleas which friske so freshe, to wormes I can copare, 
 Which greedily shall gnaw my fleshe, & leave the bones 
 
 ful bare : 
 The waking Cock that early crowes to weare the night awaye, 
 Puts in my minde the trumpe that blowes before the latter day. 
 And as I ryse up lustily, when sluggish sleepe is past, 
 So hope I to rise joyfully, to Judgement at the last. 
 Thus wyll I wake, thus wyll I sleepe, thus wyl I hope to ryse, 
 Thus wyll I neither waile nor weepe, but sing in godly wyse. 
 My bones shall in this bed remaine, my soule in God 
 
 shall trust, 
 By whome I hope to ryse againe from death and earthly dust. 
 
 Haud i£lus sapio. 
 
 The introduction to the Psalme of De profundis. 
 
 THe Skies gan scowle, orecast with misty clowdes, 
 When (as I rode alone by London waye, 
 Cloakelesse, unclad) thus did I sing and say: 
 Behold quoth I, bright Titan how he shroudes 
 His head abacke, and yelds the raine his reach, 
 Till in his wrath, Dan Jove have soust the soile, 
 And washt me wretch which in his travaile toile. 
 But holla (here) doth rudenesse me appeach, 
 Since Jove is Lord and king of mighty power, 
 Which can commaund the Sunne to shewe his face, 
 And (when him lyst) to give the raine his place. 
 Why doe not I my wery muses frame, 
 (Although I bee well soused in this showre,) 
 To write some verse in honour of his name ? 
 
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 Gascoignes De profundis. 
 
 FRom depth of doole wherein my soule doth dwell, 
 From heavy heart which harbours in my brest, 
 From troubled sprite which sildome taketh rest. 
 From hope of heaven, from dreade of darkesome hell. 
 O gracious God, to thee I crye and yell. 
 My God, my Lorde, my lovely Lord aloane, 
 To thee I call, to thee I make my moane. 
 And thou (good God) vouchsafe in gree to take, 
 This woefull plaint, 
 Wherein I faint. 
 Oh heare me then for thy great mercies sake. 
 
 Oh bende thine eares attentively to heare, 
 Oh turne thine eyes, behold me how I wayle, 
 O hearken Lord, give eare for mine availe, 
 O marke in minde the burdens that I beare : 
 See howe I sinke in sorrowes everye where. 
 Beholde and see what dollors I endure, 
 Give eare and marke what plaintes I put in ure. 
 Bende wylling eare : and pittie therewithall, 
 My wayling voyce, 
 Which hath no choyce. 
 But evermore upon thy name to call. 
 
 If thou good Lorde shouldest take thy rod in hande, 
 If thou regard what sinnes are daylye done, 
 If thou take holde where wee our workes begone, 
 If thou decree in Judgement for to stande, 
 And be extreame to see our scuses skande, 
 If thou take note of every thing amysse, 
 And wryte in rowles howe frayle our nature is, 
 O gloryous God, O King, O Prince of power, 
 What mortall wight, 
 Maye then have lyght, 
 
 To feele thy frowne, if thou have lyst to lowre? 
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 But thou art good, and hast of mercye store, 
 Thou not delygh[t]st to see a sinner fall, 
 Thou hearknest first, before we come to call. 
 Thine eares are set wyde open evermore, 
 Before we knocke thou commest to the doore. 
 Thou art more prest to heare a sinner crye, 
 Then he is quicke to climbe to thee on hye. 
 Thy mighty name bee praysed then alwaye, 
 Let fayth and feare, 
 True witnesse beare. 
 Howe fast they stand which on thy mercy staye. 
 
 I looke for thee (my lovelye Lord) therefore. 
 For thee I wayte for thee I tarrye styll, 
 Myne eyes doe long to gaze on thee my fyll. 
 For thee I watche, for thee I prye and pore. 
 My Soule for thee attendeth evermore. 
 My Soule doth thyrst to take of thee a taste, 
 My Soule desires with thee for to bee plaste. 
 And to thy worde (which can no man deceyve) 
 Myne onely trust, 
 My love and lust 
 In co[n]fidence contin[u]allye shall cleave. 
 
 Before the breake or dawning of the daye, 
 Before the lyght be seene in loftye Skyes, 
 Before the Sunne appeare in pleasaunt wyse, 
 Before the watche (before the watche I saye) 
 Before the warde that waytes therefore alwaye : 
 My soule, my sense, my secreete thought, my sprite, 
 My wyll, my wishe, my joye, and my delight : 
 Unto the Lord that sittes in heaven on highe, 
 With hastye wing, 
 From me doeth fling, 
 And stryveth styll, unto the Lorde to flye. 
 
 O Israeli, O housholde of the Lorde, 
 O Abrahams Brattes, O broode of blessed seede, 
 O ■ chosen sheepe that love the Lord in deede : 
 O hungrye heartes, feede styll upon his worde, 
 And put your trust in him with one accorde. 
 
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 For he hath mercye evermore at hande, 
 
 His fountaines Howe, his springes doe never stande. 
 
 And plenteouslye hee loveth to redeeme, 
 
 Such sinners all, 
 
 As on him call, 
 
 And faithfully his mercies most esteeme. 
 
 Hee wyll redeeme our deadly drowping state, 
 He wyll bring home the sheepe that goe astraye, 
 He wyll helpe them that hope in him alwaye: 
 He wyll appease our discorde and debate, 
 He wyll soone save, though we repent us late. 
 He wyll be ours if we continewe his, 
 He wyll bring bale to joye and perfect blisse. 
 He wyll redeeme the flocke of his elefte, 
 From all that is, 
 Or was amisse. 
 Since Abrahams heyres dyd first his Lawes rejeft. 
 
 Ever or never. 
 
 ^ Gascoignes Memories, written upon this occasion. Hee had 
 (in myddest of his youth) determined to abandone 
 all vaine delightes and to returne unto Greyes Inne, 
 there to undertake againe the studdie of the common 
 Lawes. And being required by five sundry Gentlemen 
 to write in verse somewhat worthye to bee remembred, 
 before he entered into their fellowshippe, hee compiled 
 these five sundrie sortes of metre uppon five sundrye 
 theames, whiche they delivered unto him, and the first was 
 at request of Frauncis Kinwelmarshe who delivered him 
 this theame . Audaces fortuna juvat . And thereuppon hee 
 wrote this Sonnette following. 
 
 IF yelding feare, or cancred villanie, 
 In Casars haughtie heart had tane the charge, 
 The walks of Rome had not bene rearde so hye, 
 Nor yet the mightye Empire left so large. 
 If Menelaus could have ruld his wyll, 
 With fowle reproche to loose his faire delight, 
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 Then had the stately towres of Troy stoode styll, /■ 
 
 And Greekes with grudge had dronke their owne despight. 
 
 If dread of drenching waves or feare of fire, 
 
 Had stayde the wandring Prince amydde his race, 
 
 Ascanius then, the fruite of his desire, 
 
 In Lavine Lande had not possessed place. 
 
 But true it is, where lottes doe lyght by chaunce, 
 
 There Fortune helpes the boldest to advaunce. 
 
 Sic tuli. 
 
 The nexte was at request of Antony Kinwelmarshe, who 
 delivered him this theame, Satis sufficit, and thereupon 
 he wrote as foloweth. 
 
 THe vaine excesse of flattering fortunes giftes, 
 Envenometh the minde with vanitye, 
 And beates the restelesse braine with endlesse driftes, 
 To staye the staffe of worldly dignitie : 
 The begger standes in like extremitie. 
 Wherfore to lacke the moste, and leave the least, 
 I coumpt enough as good as any feast. 
 
 By too too much Dan Croesus caught his death, 
 And bought with bloud the price of glittering gold, 
 By too too litle many one lackes breath 
 And sterves in stretes a mirroure to beholder 
 So pride for heate, and povertye pynes for colde. 
 Wherefore to lacke the most, and leave the least 
 I coumpt enough as good as any feast. 
 
 Store makes no sore : loe this seemes contrarye, 
 Arid mo the merier is a Proverbe eke, 
 But store of sores maye make a maladye, 
 And one to many maketh some to seeke, 
 When two be mette that bankette with a leeke : 
 Wherfore to lacke the most and leave the least, 
 I coumpt enough as good as any feast. 
 
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 The rych man surfetteth by glottony, 
 Which feedeth still, and never standes content, 
 The poore agayne he pines for penurye, 
 Which lives with lacke when all and more is spente : 
 So to much and to little bothe bee shente. 
 Wherefore to lacke the moste, and leave the least, 
 I coumpt enough as good as any feast. 
 
 The conquerour with uncontented swaye, 
 Doth rayse up rebelles by his avarice, 
 The recreaunt dothe yeeld himselfe a praye, 
 To forraine spoyle by slouth and cowardyce : 
 So too much and to little both be vyce. 
 Wherefore to lacke the most, and leave the least, 
 I coumpt enough as good as any feast. 
 
 If so thy wife be too too fayre of face: 
 It drawes one gest too many to thine inne : 
 If she be fowle, and foyled with disgrace, 
 In other pillowes prickst thou many a pinne : 
 So fowle [prove] fooles, and fayrer fall to sinne. 
 Wherfore to lacke the moste, and leave the least 
 I coumpt enough as good as any feast. 
 
 And of enough, enough, and nowe no more, 
 Bycause my braynes no better can devise, 
 When thinges be badde, a small summe maketh store, 
 So of suche verse a fewe maye soone suffice : 
 Yet still to this my weary penne replyes. 
 That I sayde last, and though you like it least, 
 It is enough and as good as a feast. 
 
 Sic tuli. 
 
 John Vaughan delivered him this theame. Magnum veSiigal 
 paramenia, where uppon he wrote thus. 
 
 THe common speech is, spend and God will send, 
 But what sendes he ? a bottell and a bagge, 
 A staffe a wallet and a wofull ende, 
 For such as list in bravery so to bragge. 
 
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 Then if thou covet coyne enough to spend, 
 
 Learne first to spare thy budget at the brinke, 
 
 So shall the bottome be the faster bound : 
 
 But he that list with lavish hand to linke, 
 
 (In like expence) a pennye with a pound, 
 
 May chaunce at last to sitte a side and shrinke 
 
 His harbraind head with out dame dainties dore. 
 
 Hick, [H]obbe, and Dick, with clouts upon their knee, 
 
 Have many times more goonhole grotes in store 
 
 And change of crownes more quicke at cal then he, 
 
 Which let their lease and take their rent before. 
 
 For he that rappes a royall on his cappe, 
 
 Before he put one penny in his pursse, 
 
 Had neede turne quicke and broch a better tappe, 
 
 Or els his drinke may chance go downe the wursse. 
 
 I not denie but some men have good hap, 
 
 To climbe a lofte by scales of courtly grace, 
 
 And winne the world with liberalitye : 
 
 Yet he that yerks old angells out apace, 
 
 And hath no newe to purchase dignitye, 
 
 When orders fall, may chaunce to lacke his grace. 
 
 For haggard hawkes mislike an emptie hand : 
 
 So stifFely some sticke to the mercers stall, 
 
 Till sutes of silke have swet out all their land. 
 
 So ofte thy neighbours banquet in thy hall, 
 
 Till Davie Debet in thy parler stand, 
 
 And bids the welcome to thine owne decay. 
 
 I like a Lions lookes not worth a leeke 
 
 When every Foxe beguiles him of his praye : 
 
 What sauce but sorrow serveth him a weeke, 
 
 Which all his cates consumeth in one daye ? 
 
 First use thy stomacke to a stand of ale, 
 
 Before thy Malmesey come in Marchantes bookes, 
 
 And rather were (for shifte) thy shirte of male, 
 
 Than teare thy silken sieves with teynter hokes, 
 
 Put feathers in thy pillowes great and small, 
 
 Let them be princkt with plumes, that gape for plummes, 
 
 Heape up bothe golde and silver safe in hooches, 
 
 Catche, snatche, and scratche for scrapings and for crommes 
 
 Before thou decke thy hatte (on high) with brooches. 
 
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 Lette first thyne one hand hold faste all that commes, 
 Before that other learne his letting flie : 
 Remember still that soft fire makes sweet malte, 
 No haste but good (who meanes to multiplye :) 
 Bought witte is deare, and drest with sower sake, 
 Repentaunce commes to late, and then saye I, 
 Who spares the first and keepes the last unspent, 
 Shall finde that sparing yeeldes a goodly rent. 
 
 Sic tuli. 
 
 Alexander Nevile delivered him this theame, Sat cito, si sat 
 bene, whereupon hee compiled these seven Sonets in 
 seq[u]ence, therin bewraying his owne Nimis cito: and 
 therwith his Fix bene, as foloweth. 
 
 IN haste poste haste, when first my wandring minde, 
 Behelde the glistring Courte with gazing eye, 
 Suche deepe delightes I seemde therin to finde, 
 As might beguile a graver guest than I. 
 The stately pompe of Princes and their peeres, 
 Did seeme to swimme in flouddes of beaten goulde, 
 The wanton world of yong delightfull yeeres, 
 Was not unlyke a heaven for to behoulde. 
 Wherin dyd swarme (for every saint) a Dame, 
 So faire of hue, so freshe of their attire, 
 As might excell dame Cinthia for Fame, 
 Or conquer Cupid with his owne desire. 
 These and suche lyke were baytes that blazed still 
 Before myne eye to feede my greedy will. 
 
 2. Before mine eye to feede my greedy will, 
 Gan muster eke mine olde acquainted mates, 
 Who helpt the dish (of vayne delighte) to fill 
 My empty mouth with dayntye delicates : 
 And folishe boldenesse toke the whippe in hande, 
 To lashe my life into this trustlesse trace, 
 Til all in haste I leapte a loofe from lande, 
 And hoyste up soyle to catche a Courtly grace: 
 
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 Eche lingring daye did seeme a world of wo, 
 Till in that haplesse haven my head was brought : 
 Waves of wanhope so tost me to and fro, 
 In deepe dispayre to drowne my dreadfull thought : 
 Eche houre a day eche day a yeare did seeme, 
 And every yeare a worlde my will did deeme. 
 
 3. And every yeare a worlde my will did deeme, 
 Till lo, at last, to Court nowe am I come, 
 
 A seemely swayne, that might the place beseeme, 
 A gladsome guest embraste of all and some : 
 Not there contente with common dignitie, 
 My wandring eye in haste, (yea poste poste haste) 
 B^helde the blazing badge of braverie, 
 For wante wherof, I thought my selfe disgraste: 
 Then peevishe pride puffte up my swelling harte, 
 To further foorth so hotte an enterprise : 
 And comely cost beganne to playe his parte, 
 In praysing patternes of mine owne devise. 
 Thus all was good that might be got in haste, 
 To princke me up, and make me higher plaste. 
 
 4. To prinke me up and make me higher plaste, 
 All came to late that taryed any time, 
 
 Pilles of provision pleased not my taste, 
 
 They made my heeles to heavie for to clime : 
 
 Mee thought it best that boughes of boystrous oake, 
 
 Should first be shread to make my feathers gaye. 
 
 Tyll at the last a deadly dinting stroake, 
 
 Brought downe the bulke with edgetooles of decaye : 
 
 Of every farme I then let flye a lease, 
 
 To feede the purse that payde for peevishnesse, 
 
 Till rente and all were falne in suche disease, 
 
 As scarse coulde serve to mayntayne cleanlynesse : 
 
 They bought, the bodie, fine, ferme, lease, and lande, 
 
 All were to little for the merchauntes hande. 
 
 5. All were to little for the merchauntes hande, 
 And yet my braverye bigger than his booke : 
 
 But when this hotte accompte was coldly scande, 
 I thought highe time about me for to looke : 
 
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 With heavie cheare I caste my head abacke, 
 
 To see the fountaine of my furious race. 
 
 Comparde my losse, my living, and my lacke, 
 
 In equall balance with my jolye grace. 
 
 And sawe expences grating on the grounde 
 
 Like lumpes of lead to presse my pursse full ofte, 
 
 When light rewarde and recompence were founde, 
 
 Fleeting like feathers in the winde alofte : 
 
 These thus comparde, I left the Courte at large, 
 
 For why? the gaines doth seeldome quitte the charge. 
 
 6. For why ? the gaines doth seldome quitte y e charge, 
 And so saye I, by proofe too dearely bought, 
 
 My haste mad wast, my brave and brainsicke barge, 
 
 Did float to fast, to catch a thing of nought : 
 
 With leasure, measure, meane, and many mo, 
 
 I mought have kept a chayre of quiet state, «**., 
 
 But hastie heads can not bee setled so, 
 
 Till croked Fortune give a crabbed mate: 
 
 As busie braynes muste beate on tickle toyes, 
 
 As rashe invention breedes a rawe devise, 
 
 So sodayne falles doe hinder hastie joyes, 
 
 And as swifte baytes doe fleetest fyshe entice. 
 
 So haste makes waste, and therefore nowe I saye, 
 
 No haste but good, where wisdome makes the waye. 
 
 7. No haste but good, where wisdome makes the waye, 
 For profe whereof, behold the simple snayle, 
 
 (Who sees the souldiers carcasse caste a waye, 
 With hotte assaulte- the Castle to assayle,) 
 By line and leysure clymes the loftye wall, 
 And winnes the turrettes toppe more conningly, 
 Than doughtye Dick, who loste his life and all, 
 With hoysting up his head to hastilye. 
 The swiftest bitche brings foorth the blyndest whelpes, 
 The hottest Fevers coldest crampes ensue, 
 The nakedst neede hathe over latest helpes : 
 With Nevyle then I finde this proverbe true, 
 That haste makes waste, and therefore still I saye, 
 No haste but good, where wisdome makes the waye. 
 Sic tuli. 
 
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 Richarde Courtop (the last of the five) gave him this theame, 
 Durum aneum & miserabile avum, and thereupon hee 
 wrote in this wise. 
 
 WHen peerelesse Princes courtes were free from flatterie, 
 The Justice from unequal doome, the quest from perjurie, 
 The pillers of. the state, from proude presumption, 
 The clearkes from heresie, the commones from rebellion : 
 Then right rewardes were given, by swaye of dewe desarte, 
 Then vertues derlinges might be plaste aloft to play their part : 
 Then might they coumpt it true, that hath beene sayde of olde, 
 The children of those happie dayes, were borne in beds of golde, 
 And swadled in the same: the Nurse that gave them sucke, 
 Was wife to liberallitie, and lemman to good lucke. 
 When Caesar woon the fielde, his captaines caught the Townes, 
 And every painful souldiours purse was crammed ful of crownes. 
 Licurgus for good Lawes, lost his owne libertie, 
 And thought it better to preferre common commoditie. 
 But nowe the times are turnde, it is not as it was, 
 The golde is gone, the silver sunke, and nothing left but brasse. 
 To see a King' encroache, what wonder should it seeme, 
 When commons cannot be content, with countrie Dyadeemel 
 The Prince maye dye a babe, trust up by trecherie, 
 Where vaine ambition doth move trustlesse nobillitye. 
 Errours in pulpit preache, where faith in priesthood failes, 
 Promotion (not devotion) is cause why cleargie quailes. 
 Thus is the stage stakt out, where all these partes be plaide, 
 And I the prologue should pronounce, but that I am afraide. 
 First Cayphas playes the Priest, and Herode sits as king, 
 Pylate the Judge, Judas the Jurour verdift in doth bring, 
 Vaine tatling plaies the vice, well cladde in ritche aray, 
 And poore Tom Trooth is laught to skorn, with garments 
 
 nothing gay. 
 The woman wantonnesse, shee commes with ticing traine, 
 Pride in hir pocket plaies bo peepe, and bawdry in hir braine. 
 Hir handmaides be deceipte, daunger, and dalliaunce, 
 Riot and Revell follow hir, they be of hir alliaunce : 
 Next these commes in Sim Swashe, to see what sturre they keepe. 
 Clim of the Clough then takes his heeles, tis time for him to 
 
 creepe : 
 
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 To packe the pageaunt up, commes Sorrow with a song, 
 He say[s] these jestes can get no grotes, & al this geare goth 
 
 wrong : 
 Fyrst pride without cause why, he singes the treble parte, 
 The meane hee mumbles out of tune, for lacke of life and hart : 
 Cost lost, the counter Tenor chanteth on apace, 
 Thus all in discords stands the cliffe, and beggrie singes the 
 
 base. 
 The players loose their paines, where so fewe pence are sturring, 
 Their garmets weare for lacke of gains, & fret for lack of 
 
 furring. 
 When all is done and past, was no part plaide but one, 
 For everye player plaide the foole, tyll all be spent and gone. 
 And thus this foolishe jest, I put in dogrell rime, 
 Because a crosier staffe is best, for such a crooked time. 
 
 Sic tuli. 
 
 *j And thus an ende of these five Theames, admounting to the 
 number of .CCLVIII. verses, devised ryding by the way, 
 writing none of them untill he came at the ende of his 
 Journey, the which was no longer than one day in ryding, 
 one daye in tarying with his friend, and the thirde in 
 returning to Greyes Inne : and therefore called Gascoignes 
 memories. 
 
 *$ A gloze upon this text, Dominus iis opus habet. 
 
 MY recklesse race is runne, greene youth and pride be past, 
 My riper mellowed yeeres beginne to follow on as fast. 
 My glancing lookes are gone, which wonted were to prie, 
 In everie gorgious garishe glasse, that glistred in mine eie. 
 My sight is now so dimme, it can behold none such, 
 No mirrour but the merrie meane, can please my fansie much. 
 And in that noble glasse, I take delight to vewe, 
 The fashions of the wonted world, compared by the newe. 
 For marke who lyst to looke, eche man is for him selfe. 
 And beates his braine to hord & heape, this trashe & worldly 
 pelfe. 
 
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 Our handes are closed up, great giftes go not abroade, 
 Fewe men wyll lende a locke of heye, but for to gaine a loade. 
 Give Gave is a good man, what neede we lashe it out, 
 The world is wondrous feareful now, for danger bids men doubt. 
 And aske how chaunceth this? or what meanes all this meede ? 
 Forsoothe the common aunswere is, because the Lord hath neede. 
 A noble jest by gisse, I finde it in my glasse, 
 The same freeholde our saviour Christ, conveyed to his asse. 
 A texte to trie the trueth, and for this time full fitte, 
 Fo[r] where should we our lessons learne, but out of holy writte? 
 First marke our onely God, which ruleth all the rost, 
 He sets a side all pompe and pride, wherin fond wordlings boast. 
 His trayne is not so great, as filthy Sathans band, 
 A smaller heard maye serve to feede, at our great masters hand. 
 Next marke the heathens Gods, and by them shall we see, 
 They be not now so good fellowes, as they were wonte to be, 
 jfove, Mars, and Mercuric^ Dame Venus and the rest, 
 They baquet not as they were wont, they know it were 
 
 not best. 
 So kinges and princes both, have left their halles at large, 
 Their privie chambers cost enough, they cut off every charge. 
 And when an office falles, as chaunce somtimes maye bee, 
 First kepe it close a yere or twayne, then geld it by the fee. 
 And give it out at last, but yet with this proviso, 
 (A bridle for a brainsicke Jade) durante bene placito. 
 Some thinke these ladders low, to climbe alofte with speede: 
 Well let them creepe at leisure the, for sure the Lord hath neede. 
 Dukes Earles and Barons bold, have learnt like lesson nowe, 
 They breake up house & come to courte, they live not by y e 
 
 plowe. 
 Percase their roomes be skant, not like their stately boure, 
 A field bed in a corner coucht, a pallad on the floure. 
 But what for that ? no force, they make thereof no boast, 
 They feede them selves with delycates, and at the princes cost. 
 And as for all their men, their pages and their swaynes, 
 They choke the up with chynes of beefe, to multiply their 
 
 gaines. 
 Themselves lie neere to looke, when any leafe doth fall, 
 Such cromes were wont to feede pore gromes, but nowe y e 
 
 Lords licke al. 
 
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 And why ? oh sir, because, both dukes & lords have neede, 
 I mocke not I, my text is true, beleeve it as your creede. 
 Our Prelates and our Priests, can tell this text with mee, 
 They can hold fast their fattest fermes, and let no lease go free. 
 They have both wife and childe, which maye not be forgot, 
 The scriptures say the Lord hath neede, and therfore blame 
 
 them not. 
 Then come a little lower, unto the contrye knight, 
 The squire and the gentleman, they leave the countrye quite, 
 Their Halles were all to large, their tables were to long, 
 The clouted shoes came in so faste, they kepte to great a throng, 
 And at the porters lodge, where lubbers wonte to feede, 
 The porter learnes to answere now, hence hence the Lord 
 
 hath neede. 
 His gestes came in to thicke, their diet was to great, 
 Their horses eate up all the hey, which should have fed his neate : 
 Their teeth were farre to fine, to feede on porke and souse, 
 Fyve flocks of sheepe could scarce maintaine good mutten 
 
 for his house. 
 And when this count was cast, it was no biding here, 
 Unto the good towne is he gonne, to make his frends good 
 
 cheere. 
 And welcome there that will, but shall I tell you howe : 
 At his owne dish he feedeth them, that is the fashion nowe, 
 Side bords be layed aside, the tables ende is gonne, 
 His cooke shall make you noble cheere, but hostler hath he 
 
 none. 
 The chargers now be changde, wherin he wont to eate, 
 An olde frutedish is bigge ynough to hold a joynte of meate. 
 A sallad or a sauce, to tast your cates with all, 
 Som strag devise to feede mes eies, mes stomacks now be small. 
 And when the tenauntes come to paie their quarters rent, 
 They bringe some fowle at Midsommer, a dish of Fish in Lent, 
 At Christmasse a capon, at Mighelmasse a goose: 
 And somewhat else at Newyeres tide, for feare their lease 
 
 flie loose. 
 Good reason by my troth, when Gentlemen lacke groates, 
 Let Plowmen pinche it out for pence, & patch their russet 
 
 coates : 
 For better Fermers fast, than Manner houses fall, 
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 The Lord hath neede, than says the text, bring old Asse 
 
 colt & all. 
 Well lowest nowe at last, let see the contrye loute, 
 And marke how he doth swink & sweat, to bring this geare 
 
 about : 
 His feastinges be but fewe, cast whipstockes clout his shoone, 
 The wheaten loafe is locked up as sone as dinners doone : 
 And where he wonte to kepe a lubber, two or three, 
 Now hath he learnd to kepe no more, but Sim his sonne 
 
 and he, 
 His wife and Mawde his mayd, a boye to pitch the carte, 
 And turne him up at Hollontide, to feele the winter smarte: 
 Dame Alyson his wife doth knowe the price of meale, 
 Hir bride cakes be not halfe so bigge as she was wont to steale : 
 She weares no silver hookes, she is content with worsse, 
 Hir pendantes and hir silver pinnes she putteth in hir pursse. 
 Thus learne I by my glasse, that merrie meane is best, 
 And he most wise that finds the meane, to keepe himselfe at 
 
 rest. 
 Perchaunce some open mouth will mutter now and than, 
 And at the market tell his mate, our landlordes a zore man : 
 He racketh up our rentes, and keepes the best in hand, 
 He makes a wodrous deale of good out of his own measne land : 
 Yea let suche pelters prate, saint Needam be their speede, 
 We neede no text to answer them, but this, The Lord hath nede. 
 
 Ever or never. 
 
 An Epitaph upon Captaine Bourcher late slaine in the warres 
 in Zelande, the which hath bene termed the tale of 
 a stone as foloweth. 
 
 FYe Captaines fie, your tongues are tyed to close, 
 Your Souldiours eke by silence purchase shame : 
 Can no man penne in meetre nor in prose, 
 The lyfe, the death, the valliaunt adles, the fame, 
 The birth, behaviour, nor the noble name, 
 Of such a feere as you in fight have lost : 
 Alas such paines would quickly quite the cost. 
 
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 Bourcher is dead, whome eche of you dyd knowe, 
 Yet no man writes one worde to paint his praise, 
 His sprite on highe, his carkasse here belowe, 
 Doth both condemne your doting ydle dayes : 
 Yet ceasse they not to sounde his worthy wayes, 
 Who lived to dye, and dyed againe to live, 
 With death deere bought, he dyd his death forgive. 
 
 Hee might for byrth have boasted noble race, 
 Yet were his manners meeke and alwayes milde, 
 Who gave a gesse by gazing on his face, 
 And judgde thereby, might quickly be beguilde, 
 In fielde a Lion, and in Towne a Childe, 
 Fierce to his foe, but courteouse to his friende. 
 Alas the while, his life so soone should ende ? 
 
 To serve his Prince his life was ever prest, 
 To serve his God, his death he thought but dew, 
 In all attempts as foreward as the best, 
 And all to forewardes, which we all may rew, 
 His life so shewed, his death eke tried it true : 
 For where his foes in thickest prease dyd stande, 
 Bourcher caught bane with bloodie sworde in hande. 
 
 And marke the courage of a noble heart, 
 When he in bed laye wounded wondrous sore, 
 And heard allarme, he soone forgot his smart, 
 And calde for armes to shewe his service more : 
 I wyll to fielde (quod he) and God before. 
 Which sayde, he sailde into more quiet coast, 
 Styll praysing God, and so gave up the ghost. 
 
 Nowe muze not reader though we stones can speake, 
 Or write sometimes the deedes of worthy ones, 
 I could not holde although my heart should breake, 
 (Because here by me buryed are his bones,) 
 But I must tell this tale thus for the nones 
 When men crye mumme and keepe such silence long, 
 Then stones must speake, els dead men shall have wrong. 
 
 Finis quod Marmaduke Marblestone. 
 
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 *} A devise of a Maskefor the right honorable Viscount Mountacute^ 
 written upon this occasion, when the sayde L. had 
 prepared to solemnize twoo marriages betweene his sonne 
 and heyre, and the Daughter of syr William Dormer 
 Knight, and betweene the sonne and heyre of syr William 
 Dormer, and the Daughter of the said L. Mountacute : 
 there were eight Gentlemen (all of blood or alliaunce 
 to the sayd L. Mountacute) which had determined to 
 present a Maske at the daye appointed for the sayd 
 marriages, and so farre they had proceeded therein, that 
 they had alreadye bought furniture of Silkes, &c, and 
 had caused their garmentes to bee cut of the Venetian 
 fashion. Nowe then they began to imagine that (without 
 some speciall demonstration) it would seeme somewhat 
 obscure to have Venetians presented rather than other 
 countrey men. Whereupon they entreated the Aufthour 
 to devise some verses to bee uttered by an Aftor wherein 
 might be some discourse convenient to render a good cause 
 of the Venetians presence. The Audlhour calling to 
 minde that there is a noble house of the Mountacutes 
 in Italie, and therwithall that the L. Mountacute here 
 doth quarter the coate of an auncient English Gentleman 
 called Mounthermer, and hath the inheritaunce of the 
 sayde house, dyd thereupon devise to bring in a Boye 
 of the age of twelve or .xiiii. yeeres, who should faine that 
 he was a Mounthermer by the fathers side, and a Mount- 
 acute by the mothers side, and that his father being slaine 
 at the last warres against the Turke, and he there taken, 
 hee was recovered by the Venetians in their last viftorie, 
 and with them sayling towardes Venice, they were driven 
 by tempest upon these coastes, and so came to the marriage 
 upon report as followeth, and the sayde Boye pronounced 
 the devise in this sort. 
 
 WHat woder you my Lords? why gaze you gentlemen? 
 And wherefore marvaile you Mez Dairies^ I praye you 
 tell mee then ? 
 Is it so rare a sight, or yet so straunge a toye, 
 Amongst so many nooble peeres, to see one Pouer Boye? 
 
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 Why? boyes have bene allowed in everye kinde of age, 
 
 As Ganymede that pretye boye, in Heaven is Jove his page. 
 
 Cupid that mighty God although his force be fearse, 
 
 Yet is he but a naked Boye, as Poets doe rehearse. 
 
 And many a preetye boye a mightye man hath proved, 
 
 And served his Prince at all assayes deserving to bee loved. 
 
 Percase my strange attire my glittering golden gite, 
 
 Doth eyther make you marvaile thus, or move you with delite. 
 
 Yet wonder not my Lordes for if your honours please, 
 
 But even to give me eare a while, I wyll your doubtes appease. 
 
 And you shall knowe the cause, wherefore these roabes are worne, 
 
 And why I goe outlandishe lyke, yet being Englishe borne. 
 
 And why I thus presume to presse into this place, 
 
 And why I (simple boye) am bolde to looke such men in face. 
 
 Fyrst then you must perstande, I am no straunger I, 
 
 But English boye, in England borne, and bred but even hereby. 
 
 My father was a Knight, Mount Hermer was his name, 
 
 My mother of the Mountacutes, a house of worthy fame. 
 
 My father from his youth was trained up in field, 
 
 And alwayes toke his chiefe delight, in helmet speare and shielde. 
 
 Soldado for his life, and in his happie dayes, 
 
 Soldado like hath lost his life, to his immortall prayse. 
 
 The thundering fame which blewe about the worlde so wyde, 
 
 Howe that the Christian enemye, the Turke that Prince of 
 
 pride, 
 Addressed had his power, to swarme uppon the Seas, 
 With Gallies, foists, and such lik[e] ships, well armde at al assaies. 
 And that he made his vaunt, the greedy fishe to glut, 
 With gobs of Christian carkasses, in cruell peeces cut. 
 These newes of this report, did pearce my fathers eares, 
 But never touched his noble heart, with any sparke of feares. 
 For well he knewe the trade of all the Turkishe warres, 
 And had amongst them shed his blood, at many cruell jarres. 
 In Rhodes his race begonne, a slender tal[l] yong man, 
 Where he by many martiall feats, his spurres of knighthood wan. 
 Yea though the peece was lost, yet won he honour styll, 
 And evermore against the Turkes he warred by his wyll. 
 At Chios many knowe, how hardily he fought, 
 And howe with streames of stryving blood, his honoure deare 
 
 hee bought. 
 
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 At length enforst to yeeld with many captaines mo, 
 
 He bought his libertie with Landes, and let his goodes ago. * ^peece of 
 
 Lechines* or glistering golde, two thousand was his price, theCmsado. 
 
 The which to paye his landes must leape, for else he were unwise. 
 
 Beleeve me nowe my Lordes although the losse be mine, 
 
 Yet I confesse them better solde, than lyke a slave to pine. 
 
 "For landes maye come againe, but lybertie once lost, 
 
 "Can never finde such recompence, as countervailes the cost. 
 
 My selfe now know the case, who lyke my fathers lot, 
 
 Was lyke of late for to have lost my libertie God wot. 
 
 My father (as I saye) enforste to leave his lande, 
 
 In mortgage to my mothers kinne, for ready coyne in hande, 
 
 Gan nowe upon these newes, which earst I dyd rehearse,] 
 
 Prepare himselfe to save his pawne, or else to leese his phearce. 
 
 And first his raunsome payde, with that which dyd remaine, 
 
 He rigged up a proper Barke, was called Leffbrt Brittaine. 
 
 And lyke a venturer (besides him seemely selfe) 
 
 Determined for to venture me and all his worldly pelfe. 
 
 Perhappes some hope of gaine perswaded so his minde, 
 
 For sure his hauty heart was bent, some greate exploite to finde. 
 
 Howe so it were, the windes nowe hoysted up our sailes, 
 
 Wee furrowing in the foming flooddes, to take our best availes. 
 
 Now hearken to my wordes, and marke you well the same, 
 
 For nowe I wyll declare the cause, wherefore I hyther came. 
 
 My father (as I saye) had set up all his rest, 
 
 And tost on seas both daye and night, disdayning ydle rest, 
 
 We left our forelandes ende, we past the coast of Fraunce, 
 
 We reacht the cape of Finis Terre our course for to advaunce. 
 
 We past Marrocchus streightes, and at the last descried, 
 
 The fertile coastes of Cyprus soile, which I my selfe first spyed. 
 
 My selfe (a foreward boye) on highest top was plasr, 
 
 And there I saw the Cyprian shoare, whereto we sayld in haste. 
 
 Which when I had declared unto the masters mate, 
 
 He lepte for joye and thanked God, of that our happy state. 
 
 "But what remaines to man, that can continue long? 
 
 "What sunne can shine so cleare & bright but cloudes may 
 
 ryse among ? 
 Which sentence soone was proved, by our unhappy hap, 
 We thought our selves full neere our friendes, & light in 
 
 enemies lap. 
 
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 *Thechiefe The Turke y l Tirant he, with siege had girte the walks, 
 Cyprus? Of famous Famagosta* then and sought to make them thralles. 
 And as he laye by lande, in strong and stately trenche, 
 So was his power prest by Sea, his Christian foes to drenche. 
 Upon the waltring waves, his Foistes and Gallies fleete, 
 More forrest like than orderly, for such a man most meete. 
 This heavy sight once seene, we turnde our course apace, 
 And set up al our sailes in haste, to give suche furie place. 
 But out alas, our willes, and windes were contrarie, 
 For raging blastes did blowe us still uppon our enimie. 
 My father seeing then, whereto he needes must go, 
 And that the mighty hand of God, had it appointed so, 
 Most like a worthy knight (though certaine of his death) 
 Gan cleane forget all wayling wordes, as lavishe of his breath. 
 And to his Christian crewe, this (too shorte) tale he told, 
 To comfort them which seemde to faint, & make the coward 
 
 bold, 
 "Fellowes in armes, quod hee, although I beare the charge, 
 "And take upon mee chieftaines name, of this unhappy barge, 
 "Yet are you all my pheares, and as one companie, 
 "Wee must like true companions, togeather live and die, 
 "You see quod hee our foes, with furious force at hand, 
 "And in whose handes our handfull heere, unable is to stand, 
 "What resteth then to doe, should we unto them yeeld ? 
 " And wi[l]fully receive that yoke, which Christians cannot weld. 
 "No sure, hereof be sure, our lives were so unsure, 
 "And though we live, yet so to live, as better death endure. 
 "To heare those hellishe fiendes in raging blasphemie, 
 " Defye our onely Saviour, were this no miserie ? 
 "To see the fowle abuse of boyes in tender yeeres, 
 "The which I knowe must needes abhorre all honest Christians 
 
 eares. 
 "To see maides ravished, Wives, Women forst by feare, 
 "And much more mischiefe than this time can let me utter 
 
 here. 
 "Alas, quod he, I tell not all, my tongue is tyde, 
 "But all the slaveries on the earth, we should with them abide. 
 "How much were better than, to dye in worthy wise, 
 "And so to make our carkasses, a wylling Sacrifice? 
 "So shall we paye the debt, which unto God is due, 
 
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 "So shall you die in his defence, who deind to die for you. 
 "And who with hardy hand, most Turkish tikes can quell, 
 "Let him accompt in conscience, to please his maker well. 
 "You see, quod he, my sonne, wherewith hee lookt on mee, 
 "Whome but a babe, yet have I brought, my partner here 
 
 to bee. 
 "For him, I must confesse, my heart is pensive nowe, 
 "To leave him lyving thus in youth, to die I know not how. 
 "But since it pleaseth God, I may not murmure I, 
 "If God had pleased we both should live, and as God wyll 
 
 we dye. 
 Thus with a braying sigh, his noble tongue he stayde, 
 Commaunding all the ordinaunce, in order to be laide. 
 And placing all his men in order for to fight, 
 Fell groveling styll upon his face, before them all in sight. 
 And when in secreete so, he whispered had a while, 
 He raisde his head with cheerefull looke, his sorrowes to beguile : 
 And with the rest he prayde, to God in heaven on hie, 
 Which ended thus, Thou onely Lord, canst helpe in miserie. 
 This sayd (behold) the Turkes enclosde us round about, 
 And seemde to wonder that we durst resist so great a rout. 
 Wherat they doubt not long, for though our power was slender, 
 We sent them signes by Canon shot, that we ment not to 
 
 render. 
 Then might we see them chafe, then might we heare them 
 
 rage, 
 And all at once they bent their force, about our silly cage. 
 Our ordinaunce bestowed, our men them selves defend, 
 On every side so thicke beset, they might not long contend. 
 But as their captaine wilde, eche man his force did strayne, 
 To send a Turke (some two or three) unto the hellishe trayne, 
 And he himselfe which sawe, he might no more abide, 
 Did thrust amide the thickest throng, and so with honour died. 
 With him there dyed like wise, his best aproved men, 
 The rest did yeeld as men amazd, they had no courage then. 
 Amongest the which my selfe, was tane by Turkes alas, 
 And with the Turkes a turkish life, in Turkie must I passe. 
 I was not done to death for so I often cravde, 
 But like a slave before the Gattes, of Famagosta savde. 
 That peece once put to sacke, I thither was conveyed, 
 
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 And under savegard evermore, I silly boye was stayed. 
 There dyd I see such sightes, as yet my heart do pricke, 
 
 CJnoufoV I sawe the noble *Bragadine, when he was fleyd quicke. 
 
 Famagosta. yirst like a slave enforst to beare to every breach, 
 
 * The gene- Two baskets laden full with earth * Mustaffa dyd him teach. 
 
 Turkes. ' By whome he might not passe before he kyst the grounde, 
 These cruell tormentes (yet with mo) that worthy souldior 
 
 found. 
 His eares cut from his head, they set him in a chayre, 
 And from a maine yard hoisted him aloft into the ayre, 
 That so he might be shewed with crueltie and spight, 
 Unto us all, whose weeping eyes dyd much abhorre the sight. 
 Alas why do I thus with woefull wordes rehearse, 
 These werye newes which all our heartes with pittie needes 
 
 must pearce ? 
 Well then to tell you forth, I styll a slave remaind, 
 To one, which Prelybassa hight, who held me styll enchaind. 
 With him I went to Seas into the gulfe of Pant, 
 With many christians captives mo, which dyd their freedom 
 
 wat. 
 There with the Turkishe traine we were enforst to staye, 
 With waltring styll upon the waves, dyd waite for furder praye. 
 For why ? they had advise, that the Venetian fleete, 
 Dyd floote in Argostelly then, with whome they hopte to meete. 
 And as they waltered thus with tides and billowes tost, 
 Their hope had hap, for at the last they met them to their cost. 
 As in Offober last uppon the seventh daye, 
 They found the force of christian knightes addrest in good aray. 
 And shall I trie my tong to tell the whole discourse, 
 And howe they did encounter first, and howe they joynd in 
 
 force ? 
 Then harken nowe my lords, for sure my memorye, 
 Doth yet recorde the very plot of all this vidlorye, 
 The christian crew came on, in forme of battayle pight, 
 And like a cressent cast them selves preparing for to fight. 
 On other side the Turkes, which trusted power to much, 
 Disorderly did spread their force, the will of God was such. 
 Well at the last they met, and first with cannones thunder, 
 Eache other sought with furious force to slit their ships in 
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 The barkes are battered sore, the gallies gald with shot, 
 The hulks are hit, and every man must stand unto his lot. 
 The powder sendes his smoke into the cruddy skies, 
 The smoulder stops our nose with stench, the fume offends 
 
 our eies. 
 The pots of lime unsleakt, from highest top are cast, 
 The parched pease are not for got to make them slip as fast. 
 The wilde fire works are wrought and cast in foemens face, 
 The grappling hooks are stretched foorth, y e pikes are pusht 
 
 a pace. 
 The halbert[s] hewe on hed, the browne billes bruse the bones, 
 The harquebush doth spit his spight, with prety persing stones. 
 The drummes crie dub a dub, the braying trumpets blow, 
 The whistling fifes are seldom herd, these sounds do drowne 
 
 the so. 
 The voyce of warlike wights, to comfort them that faynt, 
 The pitious plaints of golden harts, which were with feares 
 
 attaint. 
 The groning of such ghosts as gasped nowe for breath, 
 The praiers of the better sort, prepared unto death. 
 And to be short, eache griefe which on the earth maye growe, 
 Was eath and easie to be found, upon these floudes to Howe. 
 If any sight on earth, maye unto hell resemble, 
 Then sure this was a hellishe sighte, it makes me yet to 
 
 tremble : 
 And in this bloudie fight, when halfe the daye was spent, 
 It pleazed God to helpe his flocke, which thus in poud was 
 
 pent. 
 The generall of Spayne, gan gald that galley sore, 
 Where in my Prely Bassa was, and grievde it more and more : 
 Upon that other side, with force of sworde and flame, 
 The good Venetian Generall dyd charge upon the same. 
 At leength they came aboorde, and in his raging pride, 
 Stroke of this Turkish captains head, which blasphemd as 
 
 it dide : 
 Oh howe I feele the bloud now trickle in my brest, 
 To thinke what joye then pierst my heart, and how I thought 
 
 me blest. 
 To see that cruell Turke which held me as his slave, 
 By happie hand of Christians, his paiment thus to have : 
 
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 His head from shoulders cut, upon a Pike dyd stand, 
 The which Don John of Austrye, helde in his triumphant hand. 
 The boldest Bassa then, that dyd in life remaine, 
 Gan tremble at the sight hereof, for privy griefe and paine. 
 Thus when these fierce had fought, from morning untyl night, 
 Christ gave his flocke the victory, and put his foes fo flight: 
 And of the Turkishe traine, were eyght score Galleys tane, 
 Fifteene sunke, five and twenty burnt, & brought unto their 
 
 bane, 
 Of Christians set at large were foureteene thousand soules, 
 Turkes twentie thousand registred in Belzebub his rolles. 
 Thus have you nowe my Lordes, the summe of all their fight, 
 And trust it all for true I tell, for I was styll in sight : 
 But when the Seas were calme, and skies began to cleare, 
 When foes were all or dead or fled, and vi6lors dyd appeare. 
 Then every Christian sought amongst us for his friende, 
 His kinsman or companion, some succour them to lende : 
 And as they ransakte so, loe God his wyll it was, 
 A noble wise Venetian, by me dyd chaunce to passe : 
 Who gazing on my face, dyd seeme to lyke me well, 
 And what my name, and whence I was, commaunded me 
 
 to tel: 
 I now which waxed bolde, as one that scaped had, 
 From deepest hell to highest heaven, began for to be glad: 
 And with a lively sprite, began to pleade my case, 
 And hid not from this worthy man, myne auntient worthy 
 
 race : 
 And tolde my fathers name, and howe I dyd descende, 
 From Mountacutes by Mothers side, nor there my tale dyd ende. 
 But furthermore I tolde my Fathers late exployte, 
 And how he left [landes,] goodes & life, to pay son Dieu 
 
 son droit. 
 Nor of my selfe I craved so credited to bee, 
 For lo there were remaining yet, These foure whom here you see. 
 Th^foure Which all were Englishe borne, and knewe I had not lyed, 
 
 «"<?£*£ And were m y Fathers souldiors eke, and sawe him how he 
 
 the Aflor. dyed. 
 
 This grave Venetian who heard the famous name, 
 
 Of Mountacutes rehersed there, which long had bene of fame 
 
 In Italy, and he of selfe same worthy race, 
 
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 Gan straight with many curteous words, in arms me to 
 
 imbrace. 
 And kyssed me on cheeke, and bad me make good cheere, 
 And thank the mighty hand of God, for that which hapned 
 
 there, 
 Confessing that he was him selfe a Mountacute, 
 And bare the selfe same armes that I dyd quarter in my scute : 
 And for a further proofe, he shewed in his hat, 
 This token which the Mountacutes dyd beafe alwaies, for that had a^token 
 They covet to be knowne from Capels where they passe, JS^ ^ 
 For auncient grutch which log ago, twene these two houses was. Mountacutes 
 Then tooke me by the hand, and ledde me so aboorde, 
 His Galley: where there were yfeere, full many a comely 
 
 Lorde : 
 Of whome eyght Mountacutes dyd sitte in highest place, 
 To whom this first declared first my name, and then my race f 
 Lo Lordings here (quod he) a babe of our owne bloods, 
 Who Turks had tane, his father slaine, with losse of lands 
 
 & goods : 
 See how God favours us, that I should find him nowe, 
 I straunge to him, he straunge to mee, we met I know not 
 
 howe. 
 But sure when I him saw, and gazed in his face, 
 Me thought he was a Mountacute, I chose him by his grace. 
 Herewith he dyd rehearse my Fathers valiaunt deede, 
 For losse of whome eche Mountacute, did seeme in heart to 
 
 bleede. 
 They all embrast me then, and straight as you may see, 
 In comely garments trimde me up, as brave as brave may bee : 
 I was in sackcloath I, nowe am I cladde in Golde, 
 And weare such roabes, as I my selfe take pleasure to beholde. The «°ken 
 Amongst their other giftes, this token they me gave, weare in 
 
 And bad me lyke a Mountacute, my selfe alway behave. TtaMonta- 
 Nowe hearken then my Lordes, I staying on the Seas cutesand 
 
 t ri liTi-ir i • i capels in 
 
 In consort of these lovely Lordes, with comfort and with ease, itaiye do 
 Determined with them in Italie to dwell, Stiiek *"* 
 
 And there by traine of youthfull yeeres in knowledge to excell. t^^!,, 
 That so I might at last reedifye the walles, one from 
 
 Which my good father had decaide by tossing fortunes balles. 
 And while they slice the Seas to their desired shore, 
 
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 Beholde a lytle gale began, encreasing more and more. 
 
 At last with raging blast, which from Southeast dyd blowe, 
 
 Gan sende our sailes upon these shores, which I ful wel did 
 
 know. 
 I spyed the Chalkie Clyves upon the Kentishe coast, 
 Whereby our Lande hight Albyon, as Brutus once dyd boast. 
 Which I no sooner sawe, but to the rest I sayde, 
 State di buona voglia, My Lordes be well apaide : 
 I see by certaine signes these Tempestes have us cast, 
 Upon my native countrey coastes with happy hap at last: 
 And if your honours please this honour me to doo, 
 In Englishe havens to harbour you, and see our Citties too: 
 Lo London is not farre, whereas my friendes would bee, 
 Right glad, with favour to requite your favour shewed to mee : 
 Vouchsafe my Lordes (quod I) to stay upon this strand, 
 And whiles your Barks be rigged new, remaine with me on 
 
 land. 
 Who though I bee a Boye, my Father dead and slaine, 
 Yet shall you see I have some friendes which wyll you 
 
 entertaine. 
 These Noble men which are, the flowre of curtesie, 
 Dyd not disdaine this my request, but tooke it thankfullie. 
 And from their battered Barkes commaunded to be cast, 
 ♦Venetian Some * Gondalaes, wherin upon our pleasant streames they past. 
 Into the mo[u]th of Thames, thus dyd I them transport, 
 And to London at the last, whereas I heard report, 
 Even as we landed first, of this twise happie day, 
 To thinke whereon I leapt for joye, as I both must and may. 
 And to these lovely Lordes, which are Magnificoes, 
 I dyd declare the whole discourse in order as it rose : 
 That you my Lorde who are the chiefest Mountacute, 
 And he whome Englishe Mountacutes their onely staye impute, 
 Had found the meanes this daye to match your Sonne and heire, 
 In marriage with a worthy dame, which is both fresh and faire, 
 And (as reportes are spread) of goodly quallyties, 
 A virgin trayned from hir youth in godly exercise, 
 Whose brother had like wise your daughter tane to wife, 
 And so by double lynkes enchaynde themselves in lovers life : 
 These noble Mountacutes which were from Venice droven, 
 By tempest (as I tolde before) wherewith they long had stroven, 
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 Gan nowe give thankes to God which so did them convay, 
 To see such honours of their kinne in such a happie day. 
 And straight they mee intreat, whom they might wel commaund, 
 That I should come to you my Lord, first them to recommaund, 
 And then this boone to crave, that under your protection, 
 They might be bolde to enter here, devoyd of all suspeftion, 
 And so in friendly wise for to conselebrate, 
 This happie match solemnized, according to your state. 
 Lo this is all they crave, the which I can not doubt, 
 But that your Lordship soone will graunt, with more, if 
 
 more ye mought : 
 Yea were it for no more, but for the Curtesie, 
 Which as I saye they shewde to me in greate extremitye : 
 They are Venetians, and though from Venice reft, 
 They come in such Venecian robes, as they on seas had left : 
 And since they be your friendes, and kinsmen too by blood, 
 I trust your entretainement will be to them right good : 
 They will not tarry long, lo nowe I heare their drumme, 
 Behold, lo nowe I see them here, in order howe they come, 
 Receive them well my lord, so shall I praye all wayes, 
 That God vouchsafe to blesse this house with many happie 
 
 days. 
 
 After the maske was done, the Aftor tooke master Tho. Bro. 
 by the hand an[d] brought him to the Venetians, with 
 these words : 
 
 GUardate Signori my lovely Lords behold, 
 This is another Mountacute, hereof you may bee bold. 
 Of such our patrone here, The viscont Mountacute, 
 Hath many comely sequences, well sorted all in sute. 
 But as I spied him first, I could not let him passe, 
 I tooke the carde that likt me best, in order as it was. 
 And here to you my lords, I do present the same, 
 Make much of him, I pray you then, for he is of your name. 
 For whome I dare advante, he may your Trounchman bee, 
 Your herald and ambassadour, let him play all for me. 
 
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 Then the Venetians embraced and received the same maister 
 Tho. Browne, and after they had a while whispered with 
 him, he torned to the Bridegroomes and Brides, saying thus. 
 
 BRother, these noblemen to you nowe have me sent, 
 As for their Trounchman to expound the effect of their 
 intent. 
 They bid me tell you then, they like your worthy choyce, 
 And that they cannot choose therin but triumph and rejoyce. 
 As farre as gesse may give, they seeme to praise it well, 
 They saye betweene your Ladyes eyes, doth Gentilezza dwell. 
 I terme it as they doo, their english is but weake, 
 And I (God knowes) am al to yong, beyond sea speach to 
 
 speake. 
 And you my sister eke they seeme for to commend, 
 With such good wor[d]es as may beseeme a cosin and a friend. 
 They lyke your chosen pheare, so praye they for your sake, 
 That he maye alwayes be to you, a faythfull loving make. 
 This in erFeft is all, but that they crave a boone, 
 That you will give them licence yet, to come and see you soone. 
 Then will they speake them selves, such english as they can, 
 I feare much better then I speake, that am an english man. 
 Lo nowe they take their leaves of you and of your dames, 
 Here after shal you see their face and knowe them by their 
 
 nam[e]s. 
 
 Then when they had taken their leaves the Aftor 
 did make an ende thus. 
 
 And I your Servidore, vi bascio le mani t 
 These wordes I learnt amongst them yet, although I learnt 
 not many. 
 
 Haud iftus sapio. 
 
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 The refusal of a lover, writen to a gentlewoman who had 
 refused him and chosen a husband (as he thought) much 
 inferior to himselfe, both in knowledge, birth, and par- 
 sonage, wherin he bewraieth both their names in clowdes, 
 and how she was won from him with swete gloves, 
 and broken ringes. 
 
 I Cannot wish thy griefe, although thou worke my wooe, 
 Since I profest to be thy friend, I cannot be thy foe : 
 But if thinges done and past, might well be cald agayne, 
 Then would I wishe the wasted wordes, which I have spent 
 
 in vayne : 
 Were yet untold to thee, in earnest or in game, 
 And that my doubtfull musing mind, had never thought y e 
 
 same. 
 For whiles I thee beheld, in carefull thoughtes I spent, 
 My liking lust, my luckelesse love which ever truely ment. 
 And whiles I sought a meane, by pittie to procure, 
 Too latte I found that gorged haukes, do not esteme the lure. 
 This vauntage hast thou then, thou mayest wel brag and boast. 
 Thou mightest have had a lustye lad of stature with the most, 
 And eke of noble mind : his vertues nothing base, 
 Do well declare that he desends, of auncient worthy race. 
 Save that I *not his name, and though I could it tell, « Know not 
 
 My friendly pen shall let it passe, bicause I love him well. 
 And thou hast chosen one of meaner parentage, 
 Of stature smale and therewithall, unequall for thine age. 
 His *thewes unlike the first, yet hast thou hote desire, *2S5t, 
 
 To play thee in his flitting flames, God graunt they prove not 
 
 fire. 
 Him holdest thou as deare, and he thy Lord shall bee, 
 (Too late alas) thou lovest him, that never loved thee. 
 And for just profe hereof, marke what I tell is true, 
 Some dismold daye shall chaunge his minde, and make him 
 
 seeke a new. 
 Then wylt thou much repent, thy bargaine made in haste, 
 And much lament those perfumd Gloves, which yeeld such 
 
 sower taste, 
 And eke the falsed faith, which lurkes in broken ringes, 
 
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 Though hand in hand say otherwise, yet do I know such 
 
 thinges. 
 Then shalt thou sing and saye, farewell my trusty Squyer, 
 Would God my mind had yeelded once, unto thy just desire. 
 Thus shalt thou wayle my want, and I thy great unrest, 
 Which cruel Cupid kindled hath, within thy broken brest. 
 Thus shalt thou find it griefe, which earst thou thoughtest game, 
 And I shall heare the wearie newes, by true reporting fame. 
 Lamenting thy mishap, in source of swelling teares, 
 Harding my heart with cruell care, which frosen fansie beares. 
 And though my just desert, thy pittie could not move, 
 Yet wyl I washe in wayling wordes, thy careles childishe love. 
 And saye as Troylus sayde, since that I can no more, 
 Thy wanton wyll dyd waver once, and woe is me therefore. 
 
 Si fortunatus infoelix. 
 
 1 Pride in Court written by a Gentlewoman in Court, who 
 (when shee was there placed) seemed to disdaine him, 
 contrarie to a former profession. 
 
 WHen daunger keepes the doore, of Ladye bewties bowre, 
 Whe jelouse toyes have chased Trust out of hir 
 strogest towre. 
 Then faith and trooth maye flye, then falshood winnes the field, 
 Then feeble naked fautlesse heartes, for lacke of fence must 
 
 yeeld. 
 And then prevailes as much to hoppe against the hyll, 
 As seeke by suite for to appease a froward Ladies wyll. 
 For oathes and solempne vowes, are wasted then in vaine, 
 And truth is compted but a toye, when such fond fancies raigne. 
 The sentence sone is sayde, when will it selfe is Judge, 
 And quickly is the quarrell pickt, when Ladies list to grudge. 
 This sing I for my selfe, (which wroate this weary song) 
 Who justly may complaine my case, if ever man had wrong. 
 A Lady have I serv'd, a Lady have I lov'd, 
 A Ladies good wyll once I had, hir yll wyll late I prov'd. 
 In countrey first I knewe hir, in countrey first I caught hir, 
 And out of countrey nowe in Court, to my cost have I sought 
 
 hir. 
 
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 In Court where Princes raigne, hir place is nowe assignde, 
 And well were worthy for the roome, if she were not unkinde. 
 There I (in wonted wise) dyd she we my selfe of late, 
 And found that as the soile was chang'd, so love was turnd 
 
 to hate. 
 But why ? God knowes, not I : save as I sayde before, 
 Pitie is put from porters place, and daunger keepes the dore. 
 If courting then have skill, to chaunge good Ladies so, 
 God send eche wilful Dame in Court, some wound of my 
 
 like wo. 
 That with a troubled head, she may both turne and tosse, 
 In restlesse bed when she should sleepe and feele of love 
 
 the losse. 
 And I (since porters put me from my wonted place) 
 And deepe deceipte hath wrought a wyle to wrest me out 
 
 of grace : 
 Wyll home againe to cart, as fitter were for mee, 
 Then thus in court to serve and starve, where such proude 
 
 porters bee. 
 
 Si fortunatus infcelix. 
 
 *J This question being propounded by a Dame unto the 
 Aufthour, to witte, why he should write Spreta tamen 
 vivunt, he aunswereth thus. 
 
 DEspysed things may live, although they pine in payne : 
 And things ofte trodden under foote, may once yet 
 rise againe. 
 The stone that lieth full lowe, may clime at last full hye: 
 And stand a loft on stately towr's, in sight of every eye. 
 The cruell Axe which felles the tree that grew full straight : 
 Is worne with rust, when it renewes, and springeth up on 
 
 height. 
 The rootes of rotten Reedes in swelling seas are seene : 
 And when eche tide hath tost his worst, they grow againe 
 
 ful greene. 
 Thus much to please my selfe, unpleasauntly I sing. 
 And shrich to ease my morning minde, in spite of envies sting. 
 
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 I am nowe set full light, who earst was dearely lov'd : 
 Som new foud choise is more estemd, than y' which wel 
 
 was prov'd. 
 Some Diomede is crept into Dame Cressides hart: 
 And trustie Troyius nowe is taught in vaine to playne his part. 
 What resteth then for me ? but thus to wade in wo : 
 And hang in hope of better chaunce, when chaunge ap- 
 
 pointeth so. 
 I see no sight on earth, but it to Chaunge enclines : 
 As litle clowdes oft overcast, the brightest Sunne that shines. 
 No Flower is so freshe, but frost can it deface : 
 No man so sure in any seate, but he maye leese his place. 
 So that I stand content (though much against my mind) 
 To take in worth this lothsome lot, which luck to me assynd, 
 And trust to see the time, when they that nowe are up : 
 May feele the whirle of fortunes wheele, and tast of sorrowes 
 
 cup. 
 God knoweth I wishe it not, it had bene bet for mee: 
 Styll to have kept my quiet chayre in hap of high degree. 
 But since without recure, Dame Chaunge in love must raigne: 
 I now wish chaunge that sought no chaflge, but constat 
 
 did remaine. 
 And if suche chaunge do chaunce, I vowe to clap my hands, 
 And laugh at them which laught at me: lo thus my fansie 
 
 standes. 
 
 Spreta tamen vivunt. 
 
 T In trust is Treason, written by a Lover, leaning onelye 
 to his Ladies promises, and finding them to fayle. 
 
 THe straightest Tree that growes upon one onely roote: 
 If that roote fayle, wyll quickly fade, no props can do 
 it boote. 
 I am that fading plant, which on thy grace dyd growe, 
 Thy grace is gone wherefore I mone, and wither all in woe. 
 The tallest ship that sailes, if shee too Ancors trust : 
 When Ancors slip & Cables breake, her helpe lyes in the dust. 
 I am the ship my selfe, mine Ancor was thy faith: 
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 Which now is fled, thy promise broke, & I am driven to 
 
 death. 
 Who climeth oft on hie, and trusts the rotten bowe: 
 If that bow breake may catch a fall, such state stand I in now. 
 Me thought I was a loft, and yet my seate full sure : 
 Thy heart dyd seeme to me a rock which ever might endure. 
 And see, it was but sand, whome seas of subtiltie : 
 Have soked so with wanton waves, that faith was forst to flye. 
 The flooddes of ficklenesse have undermined so, 
 The first foundation of my joy, that myrth is ebb'd to wo. 
 Yet at lowe water markes, I lye and wayte my time : 
 To mend the breach, but all in vaine, it cannot passe the prime. 
 For when the prime flood comes, which all this rage begoon : 
 Then waves of wyll do worke so fast, my piles are over roon. 
 Dutie and dilligence which are my workmen there, 
 Are glad to take up tooles in haste, and run away for feare. 
 For fansie hath such force, it overfloweth all, 
 And whispring tales do blow the blasts, that make it ryse 
 
 & fall. 
 Thus in these tempests tost, my restles life doth stand : 
 Because I builded on thy wo[rd]es, as I was borne in hand. 
 Thou weart that only stake, wereby I ment to stay : 
 Alas, alas, thou stoodst so weake, the hedge is borne away. 
 By thee I thought to live, by thee now must I dye : 
 I made thee my Phisicion, thou art my mallady. 
 For thee I longde to live, for thee nowe welcome death : 
 And welcome be that happie pang, that stops my gasping 
 
 breath. 
 Twise happie were that axe, would cut my rotes downe right : 
 And sacred were that swelling sea, which would consume me 
 
 quight. 
 Blest were that bowe would breake to bring downe climing 
 
 youth, 
 Which craks aloft, and quakes full oft, for feare of thine untruth. 
 
 Ferenda Natura. 
 
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 The constancie of a lover hath thus sometimes bene 
 briefly declared. 
 
 THat selfe same tonge which first did thee entreat 
 To linke thy liking with my lucky love : 
 That trustie tonge must nowe these wordes repeate, 
 / love thee still, my fancie cannot move. 
 That dreadlesse hart which durst attempt the thought 
 To win thy will with mine for to consent, 
 Maintaines that vow which love in me first wrought, 
 / love thee still, and never shall repent. 
 That happie hande which hardely did touch, 
 Thy tender body to my deepe delight : 
 Shall serve with sword to prove my passion such 
 As loves thee still, much more than it can write. 
 Thus love I still with tongue, hand, hart and all, 
 And when I chaunge, let vengeance on me fall. 
 
 Ferenda Natura. 
 
 *f The fruite of foes written to a Gentlewoman, who blamed 
 him for writing his friendly advise in verse unto another 
 lover of hyrs. 
 
 THe cruell hate which boyles within thy burning brest, 
 And seekes to shape a sharpe revenge, on them y l love 
 thee best: 
 May warne all faithfull friendes, in case of jeopardie, 
 Howe they shall put their harmelesse hands, betweene the 
 
 barck & tree. 
 And I among the rest, which wrote this weary song, 
 Must nedes alledge in my defence, that thou hast done me 
 
 wrong. 
 For if in simple verse, I chaunc'd to touch thy name, 
 And toucht the same without reproch, was I therefore to blame ? 
 And if (of great good will) I gave my best advise, 
 Then thus to blame without cause why, me thinkes thou 
 art not wise. 
 
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 Amongst olde written tales^ this one I beare in mind, 
 
 A simple soule much like my selfe, dyd once a serpent find. 
 
 Which (almost dead for colde) lay moyling in the myre, 
 
 When he for pittie tooke it up, and bro[u]ght it to the fyre. 
 
 No sooner was the Snake, recured of hir griefe, 
 
 But straight shee sought to hurt the man, that lent hir such 
 
 reliefe. 
 Such Serpent seemest thou, such simple soule am I, 
 That for the weight of my good wil, am blam'd without 
 
 cause why. 
 But as it best beseemes, the harmelesse gentle hart, 
 Rather to take an open wrong, than for to plaine his part : 
 I must and will endure, thy spite without repent, 
 The blame is mine, the triumph thine, and I am well content. 
 
 Meritum petere, grave. 
 
 A Lover often warned, and once againe droven into fantasticall 
 flames by the chase of company, doth thus bewayle his 
 misfortunes. 
 
 I That my race of youthfull yeeres had roon, 
 Alwayes untyed, and not (but once) in thrall, 
 Even I which had the fieldes of freedome woon, 
 And liv'd at large, and playde with pleasurs ball : 
 Lo nowe at last am tane agayne and taught, 
 To tast such sorowes, as I never sought. 
 
 I love, I love, alas I love indeede, 
 
 I crie alas but no man pityes me : 
 
 My woundes are wide, yet seme they not to bleed, 
 
 And hidden woundes are hardly heald we see. 
 
 Such is my lucke to catch a sodain clappe, 
 
 Of great mischaunce in seeking my good happe. 
 
 My morning minde which dwelt and dyed in dole, 
 Sought company for solace of the same : 
 My cares were cold, and craved comforts coale, 
 To warme my will with flakes of friendly flame. 
 I sought and found, I crav'd and did obtaine, 
 I woon my wish, and yet I got no gaine. 
 
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 For whiles I sought the cheare of company, 
 Fayre fellowship did wonted woes revive : 
 And craving medcine for my maladie, 
 Dame pleasures plasters prov'd a corosive. 
 So that by myrth, I reapt no fruite but mone, 
 Much worse I fere, than when I was alone. 
 
 The cause is this, my lot did light to late, 
 The Byrdes were flowen before I found the nest : 
 The steede was stollen before I shut the gate, 
 The cates consumd, before I smelt the feast. 
 And I fond foole with emptie hand must call, 
 The gorged Hauke, which likes no lure at all. 
 
 Thus still I toyle, to till the barraine land, 
 And grope for grappes among the bramble briers : 
 I strive to saile and yet I sticke on sand, 
 I deeme to live, yet drowne in deepe desires. 
 These lottes of love, are fitte for wanton will, 
 Which findes too much, yet must be seeking still. 
 
 Meritum petere grave. 
 
 The lover encouraged by former examples, determineth 
 to make vertue of necessitie. 
 
 WHen I record with in my musing mind, 
 The noble names of wightes bewicht in love: 
 Such solace for my selfe therin I finde, 
 As nothing maye my fixed fansie move : 
 But paciently I will endure my wo, 
 Because I see the heavens ordayne it so. 
 
 For whiles I read and ryfle their estates, 
 
 In every tale I note mine owne anoye : 
 
 But whiles I marke the meanings of their mates, 
 
 I seeme to swime in such a sugred joye, 
 
 As did (parcase) entise them to delight, 
 
 Though turnd at last, to drugges of sower despite. 
 
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 Peruse (who list) Dan Davids perfedt deedes, 
 There shall he find the blot of Bersabe, 
 Wheron to thinke, my heavy hart it bleedes, 
 When I compare my love like hir to be : 
 Urias wife before mine eyes that shines, 
 And David I, from dutie that declines. 
 
 Then Salomon this princely Prophetes sonne, 
 
 Did Pharaos daughter make him fall or no ? 
 
 Yes, yes, perdie his wisdome coulde not shoone, 
 
 Hir subtill snares, nor from hir counsell go. 
 
 I nam* (as hee) the wisest wight of all, * Am not. 
 
 But well I wot, a woman holdes me thrall. 
 
 So am I lyke the proude Assirian Knight, 
 
 Which blasphem'd God, and all the world defied : 
 
 Yet could a woman overcome his might, 
 
 And daunt his force in all his Pompe and Pride. 
 
 I Holiferne, am dronken brought to bead, 
 
 My love lyke Judith, cutting of my head. 
 
 If I were strong, as some have made accompt, 
 
 Whose force is like to that which Sampson had? 
 
 If I be bolde, whose courage can surmount, 
 
 The heart of Hercules, which nothing drad ? 
 
 Yet Dalila, and Deyanyraes love, 
 
 Dyd teach them both, such panges as I must prove. 
 
 Well let these passe, and thinke on Nasoes name, 
 Whose skilfull verse dyd flowe in learned style : 
 Dyd hee (thinke you) not dote upon his Dame ? 
 Corinna fayre, dyd shee not him beguile ? 
 Yes God he knowes, for verse nor pleasaunt rymes, 
 Can constant keepe, the key of Cressides crimes. 
 
 So that to ende my tale as I began, 
 I see the good, the wise, the stoute, the bolde : 
 The strongest champion and the learnedst man, 
 Have bene and bee, by lust of love controlde. 
 Which when [I] thinke, I hold me well content, 
 To live in love, and never to repent. 
 
 Meritum petere, grave. 
 
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 The delegable history of sundry 
 
 adventures passed by Dan Bartholmew of Bathe. 
 The Reporter. 
 
 TO tell a tale without authority^, 
 Or fayne a Fable by invencion, 
 That one proceedes of quicke capacitye, 
 That other proves but small discretion, 
 Yet have both one and other oft bene done. 
 And if I were a Poet as some be, 
 You might perhappes here some such tale of me. 
 
 But far I fynde my feeble skyll to faynt, 
 
 To faine in figurs as the learned can, 
 
 And yet my tongue is tyde by due constraint, 
 
 To tell nothing but trueth of every man : 
 
 I will assay even as I first began, 
 
 To tell you nowe a tale and that of truth, 
 
 Which I my selfe sawe proved in my youth. 
 
 I neede not seeke so farre in costes abrode, 
 
 As some men do, which write strange historyes, 
 
 For whiles at home I made my cheife abode 
 
 And sawe our lovers plaie their Tragedyes, 
 
 I found enough which seemed to suffice, 
 
 To set on worke farre finer wittes than mine, 
 
 In paynting out the pangs which make them pine. 
 
 Amongst the rest I most remember one 
 Which was to me a deere familyar friend, 
 Whose doting dayes since they be paste and gone, 
 And his annoye (neare) come unto an ende, 
 Although he seeme his angry brow to bend, 
 I wyll be bold (by his leave) for to tell, 
 The restlesse state wherein he long dyd dwell. 
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 Learned he was, and that became him best, 
 For though by birth he came of worthy race, 
 Yet beutie, byrth, brave personage, and the rest, 
 In every choyce, must needes give learning place : 
 And as for him he had so hard a grace, 
 That by aspeft he seemde a simple man, 
 And yet by learning much renowne he wan. 
 
 His name I hide, and yet for this discourse, 
 Let call his name Dan Bartholmew of Bathe, 
 Since in the ende he thither had recourse, 
 And (as he sayd) dyd skamble there in skathe : 
 In deede the rage which wrong him there, was rathe, 
 As by this tale I thinke your selfe will gesse, 
 And then (with me) his lothsome lyfe confesse. 
 
 For though he had in all his learned lore, 
 Both redde good rules to bridle fantasie, 
 And all good authours taugh[t] him evermore, 
 To love the meane, and leave extremitie, 
 Yet kind hath lent him such a qualitie, 
 That at the last he quite forgat his bookes, 
 And fastned fansie with the fairest lookes. 
 
 For proofe, when greene youth lept out of his eye, 
 And left him now a man of middle age, 
 His happe was yet with wandring lookes to spie, 
 A fayre yong impe of proper personage, 
 Eke borne (as he) of honest parentage: 
 And truth to tell, my skill it cannot serve, 
 To praise hir bewtie as it dyd deserve. 
 
 First for hir head, the heeres were not of Gold, 
 But of some other metall farre more fine, 
 Whereof eache crinet seemed to behold, 
 Like glistring wiers against the Sunne that shine, 
 And therewithall the blazing of hir eyne, 
 Was like the beames of Titan, truth to tell, 
 Which glads us all that in this world do dwell. 
 
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 Upon hir cheekes the Lillie and the Rose, 
 Did entremeete, with equall change of hewe, 
 And in hir giftes no lacke I can suppose, 
 But that at last (alas) she was untrue, 
 Which flinging fault, bicause it is not new, 
 Nor seldome seene in kits of Cressides kind, 
 I marvaile not, nor beare it much in mind. 
 
 Dame Natures fruits, wherewith hir face was fraught, 
 Were so frost bitten with the cold of craft, 
 That all (save such as Cupides snares had caught) 
 Might soone espie the fethers of his shaft: 
 But Bartholmew his wits had so bedaft, 
 That all seemd good which might of hir be gotten, 
 Although it provde no sooner ripe than rotten. 
 
 That mouth of hirs which seemde to flowe .with mell, 
 In speeche, in voice, in tender touch, in tast, 
 That dympled chin wherein delight dyd dwell, 
 That ruddy lippe wherein was pleasure plast, 
 Those well shapt hands, fine armes and slender wast, 
 With al the giftes which gave hir any grace, 
 Were smiling baites which caught fond fooles apace. 
 
 Why strive I then to paint hir name with praise? 
 Since forme and fruites were found so farre unlyke, 
 Since of hir cage Inconstance kept the keyes, 
 And Change had cast hir honoure downe in dike: 
 Since fickle kind in hir the stroke did strike, 
 I may no prayse unto a knife bequeath, 
 With rust yfret, though paynted be the sheath. 
 
 But since I must a name to hir assigne, 
 Let call hir now Ferenda Natura, 
 And if thereat she seeme for to repine, 
 No force at all, for hereof am I sure a, 
 That since hir prankes were for the most unpure a, 
 I can appoint hir well no better name, 
 Than this where in dame Nature bears the blame. 
 
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 And thus I say, when Bartholmew had spent 
 His pride of youth (untide in linkes of love) 
 Behold how happe contrary to intent, 
 (Or destenies ordained from above, 
 From which no wight on earth maye well remove) 
 Presented to his vew this fierie dame, 
 To kindle coles where earst had bene no flame. 
 
 Whome when he sawe to shine in seemely grace, 
 And therewithall gan marke hir tender youth, 
 He thought not like, that under such a face 
 She could convey the treason of untruth : 
 Whereby he vowed (alas the more his ruth) 
 To serve this saynt for terme of all his life, 
 Lo here both roote and rind of all his strife. 
 
 I cannot nowe in loving termes displaye 
 His suite, his service, nor his sorie fare : 
 His observaunces, nor his queynt aray, 
 His skalding sighes, nor yet rMs cooling care, 
 His wayting still to snatch himselfe in snare, 
 I can not write what was his sweetest soure, 
 For I my selfe was never Paramoure. 
 
 But to conclude, much worth in litle writte, 
 The highest flying hauke will stoupe at laste, 
 The wildest beast is drawne with hungrye bitte 
 To eate a homlye bayte some times in hast. 
 The pricke of kinde can never be unplaste, 
 And so it seemed by this dayntye dame, 
 Whome he at last with labour did reclame. 
 
 And when he had with mickel payne procured 
 The calme consent of hir unweldie will, 
 When he had hir by faith and troth assured, 
 To like him beste, and aye to love him still, 
 When fansie had of flatterie fedde his fill, 
 I not discerne to tell my tale aright, 
 What man but he had ever such delight? 
 
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 The lingring dayes he spent in trifling toyes, 
 To whette the tooles which carved his contente: 
 The poasting nightes he past in pleasing joyes, 
 Wearing the webbe which love to him had lente: 
 In such a pinfolde were his pleasures pent 
 That selde he could hir company eschewe, 
 * Lacke. Q r I eave suc h lookes as might his *sport renewe. 
 
 But if by force he forced were to parte, 
 
 Then mighte you see howe fansie fedde his minde, 
 
 Then all alone he mused on his marte. 
 
 All company seemde then (but hirs) unkind: 
 
 Then sent he tokens true love for to bind, 
 
 Then wrote he letters, lines and loving layes, 
 
 So to beguile his absent dolefull dayes. 
 
 And since I know as others eake can tell, 
 
 What skyll he had, and howe he could endite, 
 
 Mee thinkes I cannot better doe than well, 
 
 To set downe here, his ditties of delyght, 
 
 For so at least I maye my selfe acquite, 
 
 And vaunt to shewe some verses yet unknowne, 
 
 Well worthy prayse though none of them myne owne. 
 
 No force for that, take you them as they be, 
 Since mine emprice is but to make report: 
 Imagine then, before you that you see 
 A wight bewitch t in many a subtile sort, 
 A Lover lodgd in pleasures princely port, 
 Vaunting in verse what joyes he dyd possesse, 
 His triumphes here I thinke wyll shewe no lesse. 
 
 Dan Bartholmew his first Triumphe. 
 
 REsigne king Priams sonnes, that princes were in Troy, 
 Resigne to me your happy dayes, and boast no more of 
 
 Syr Paris first stand forth make aunswere for thy pheare, 
 And if thou canst defend hir cause, whome Troy did bye so 
 deare : 
 
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 What ? blush not man, be bold, although thou beare some 
 
 blame, 
 Tell truth at last, and so be sure to save thy selfe from shame. 
 Then gentle Sheapheard say : what madnesse dyd thee move, 
 To choose of all the flowers in Greece, foule Helene for thy 
 
 love ? 
 Needs must I coumpt hir foule, whose first frutes were 
 
 forlorne, 
 Although she solde hir seconde chaffe, above the price of corne. 
 Alas, shee made of thee, a noddye for the nonce, 
 For Menelaus lost hir twise, though thou hir foundst but once. 
 But yet if in thine eye, shee seemde a peerelesse peece, 
 Aske Theseus y e mighty Duke, what towns she knew in Greece} 
 Aske him what made hir leave hir wofull aged sire, 
 And steale to Athens gyglot like: what ? what but foule desire? 
 Alas poore Paris thou didst nothing else but gleane, 
 The partched eares which he cast by, When he had reaped 
 
 cleane : 
 He slivde the gentle slippe, which could both twist and twind, 
 And growing left the broken braunch, for the that came 
 
 behind, 
 Yet hast thou fild the world with brute, (the more thy blame,) 
 And sayest, that He/lens bewty past each other stately dame, 
 For profe thou canst alledge the tast of ten years warre, 
 And how hir blazing beames first brought both Greece & 
 
 Troy to jarre. 
 No no, thou art deceivde, the drugs of foule despite, 
 Did worke in Menelaus will, not losse of such delighte, 
 Not love, but lothsome hate, not dolour, but disdain, 
 Did make him selfe a sharpe revege, til both his foes were 
 
 slain, 
 Thy brother Troylus eke, that gemme of gentle deedes, 
 To thinke howe he abused was, alas my heart it bleedes: 
 He bet about the bushe, whiles other caught the birds, 
 Whome crafty Gresside mockt to muche, yet fede him still 
 
 with words. 
 And god he knoweth not I, who pluckt hir first sprong rose, 
 Since Lollius and Chaucer both, make doubt upon that glose. 
 But this I knowe to well, and he to farre it felte, 
 How Diomede undid his knots, & caught both brooch and belt, 
 
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 And how she chose to change, and how she changed still, 
 And how she dyed leaper like, against hir lovers will. 
 Content you then good knightes, your triumphe to resigne, 
 Confesse your starres both dimme and darke, wheras my sunne 
 
 doth shine : 
 For this I dare avow, without vaunt be it told, 
 My derling is more faire than she, for whome proud Troy was 
 
 solde. 
 More constant to conteyne, than Cresside to be coy, 
 No Calcas can contrive the craft, to traine hir out of Troye, 
 No Diomede can drawe hir setled harte to change, 
 No madding moode can move hir mind, nor make hir thoughtes 
 
 to range. 
 For hir alone it is, that Cupide blindfolde goes, 
 And dare not looke for feare least he his libertie should loose : 
 At hir dame Venus chafes, and pines in jelowsie, 
 Least bloudy Mars should hir espie, and chang his fantasie, 
 Of hir the Quene of Heaven doth stand in dreadfull doubt, 
 Least Jove should melte in drops of gold, if once he find hir 
 
 out. 
 Oh that my tonge had skill, to tell hir prayse aright, 
 Or that my pen hir due desertes, in worthy verse could write : 
 Or that my minde could muse, or happie heart conceive, 
 Some words that might resound hir worth, by high Minervas 
 
 leave. 
 Oh how the blooming joyes, do blossome in my brest, 
 To think within my secret thought, how far she steines y e rest. 
 Me thinkes I heare hir speake, me thinkes I see hir still, 
 Me thinkes I feele hir feelingly, me thinkes I know hir will. 
 Me thinkes I see the states which sue to hir for grace, 
 Me thinkes I see one looke of hirs repulse them all apace. 
 Me thinkes that houre is yet, and evermore shall be, 
 Wherein my happie happe was first, hir heavenly face to see : 
 Wherein I spide the writte, which woond betweene hir eyne, 
 And sayd behold, be bold, for I, am borne to be but thine. 
 Me thinks I feele the joyes, which never yet were felt, 
 Whome flame before yet never toucht, me thinks I feele them 
 
 melt. 
 One word & there an end, me thinks she is the sunne, 
 Which only shineth now a daies, she dead, y e world were done. 
 
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 The rest are twinkling starres, or Moones which borow light, 
 To comfort other carefull soules, which wander in the night. 
 And night God knowes it is, where other Ladies bee, 
 For sure my dame adornes the day, there is no sunne but shee. 
 Then lovers by your leave, and thinke it nothing strange, 
 Although I seme with calme content, in seas of joyes to range: 
 For why, my sailes have found both wind and waves at wyll, 
 And depthes of all delightes in hir, with whome I travell styll. 
 And ancors being wayed, I leave you all at large, 
 To steare this seemelye Shippe my selfe, suche is my mistresse 
 charge. 
 
 Fato non fortuna. 
 
 Dan Bartholmew his second Triumphe. 
 
 FYe pleasure fye, thou cloyest me with delight, 
 Thou fylst my mouth with sweete meates overmuch, 
 I wallowe styll in joye both daye and night. 
 I deeme, I dreame, I doe, I taste, I touch : 
 No thing but all that smelles of perfect blisse, 
 Fye pleasure fye, I cannot like of this. 
 
 To taste (sometimes) a baite of bytter gall, 
 To drinke a draught of sower Ale (some season) 
 To eate browne bread with homely handes in Hall 
 Doth much encrease mens appetites by reason: 
 And makes the sweete more sugred that ensewes, 
 Since mindes of men do styll seeke after newes. 
 
 The pampred horse is seldome seene in breath, 
 Whose maunger makes his greace (oftimes) to melt, 
 The crammed Fowle comes quickly to his death. 
 Such coldes they catche in hottest happes that swelt. 
 And I (much like) in pleasure scawled styll, 
 Doe feare to starve although I feede my fill. 
 
 It might suffice that love hath built his bowre, 
 Betwene my Ladies lively shyning eyes, 
 It were inough that Bewties fading flowre: 
 Growes ever freshe with hir in heavenly wise. 
 It had bene well that shee were faire of face, 
 And yet not robbe all other Dames of grace. 
 
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 To muse in minde, how wise, how faire, how good, 
 How brave, howe franke, how curteous, and how true, 
 My Lad[y] is : doth but inflame my blood, 
 With humors such, as byd my health adue. 
 Since happe alwaies when it is clombe on hye, 
 Doth fall full lowe, though earst it reachte the Skye. 
 
 Lo pleasure lo, lo thus I leade a life, 
 That laughes for joye, and trembleth oft for dread, 
 Thy panges are such as call for changes knife, 
 To cut the twist, or else to stretch the thread, 
 Which holdes yfeere the bondell of my blisse, 
 Fye pleasure fye, I dare not trust to this. 
 
 Fato non fortuna. 
 
 Dan Bartholmewes his third Triumphe. 
 
 YF ever man yet found the bathe of perfedt blisse, 
 Then swimme I now amid the seas where nought but 
 pleasure is. 
 I love and am beloved, without vaunt be it tolde, 
 Of one more faire then she of Greece, for whome proud Troy 
 
 was solde. 
 As bountifull and good as Cleopatra Queene, 
 As constant as Penelope, unto her make was seene. 
 What would you more ? my penne, unable is to write, 
 The least desert that seemes to shine within this worthy wight. 
 So that (for nowe) I ceasse with handes helde up on hye. 
 And crave of God that when I chaunge, I may be forst to dye. 
 
 Fato non Fortuna. 
 
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 The Reporter. 
 
 l Hese vaunting verses with a many mo, 
 (To his mishap) have come unto my handes, 
 Whereof the rest (bicause he sayled so, 
 In braggers boate which set it selfe on sandes, 
 And brought him eke fast bound in follyes bands) 
 Of curtesie I keepe them from your sight, 
 Let these suffice which of my selfe I write. 
 
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 The highest tree that ever yet could growe, 
 Although full fayre it florisht for a season, 
 Founde yet at last some fall to bring it lowe, 
 This olde sayd sawe is (God he knoweth) not geason : 
 For when things passe the reach and bounds of reason, 
 They fall at last, although they stand a time, 
 And bruse the more, the higher that they clime. 
 
 So Bartholmew unto his paine dyd prove, 
 
 For when he thought his hap to be most hye, 
 
 And that he onely reapt the fruidtes of love, 
 
 And that he swelt in all prosperitie, 
 
 His comfort chaunged to calamitie : 
 
 And though I doe him wrong to tell the same, 
 
 Yet reade it you, and let me beare the blame. 
 
 The Saint he serv'd became a craftie devill, 
 
 His goddesse to an Idoll seemde to chaunge, 
 
 Thus all his good transformed into evill, 
 
 And every joy to raging griefe dyd raunge: 
 
 Which Metamorphosis was marvels straunge: 
 
 Yet shall you seldome otherwise it prove, 
 
 Where wicked Lust doth beare the name of Love. 
 
 This sodaine chaunge when he began to spye, 
 And colde suspect into his minde had crept, 
 He bounst and bet his head tormentingly, 
 And from all company him selfe he kept, 
 Wherby so farre in stormes of strife he stept, 
 That nowe he seemed an Image not a man, 
 His eyes so dead, his colour waxt so wan. 
 
 And I which alwayes beare him great good wyll, 
 (Although I knew the cause of all his griefe, 
 And what had trainde and tysed him theretyll, 
 And plaine to speake, what moved his mischiefe) 
 Yet since I sought to ease him with reliefe : 
 I dyd become importunate to knowe, 
 The secreete cause whereon this grudge should growe. 
 
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 At last with much ado, his trembling tonge, 
 Bewrayde theffedt of his unwylling wyll, 
 Which here to tell since it were all to longe, 
 And I therewith too barren am of skyll, 
 And trouble you with tedious tydinges styll, 
 Content you now to heare himselfe rehearse, 
 His strange affectes in his lamenting verse. 
 
 Which verse he wrote at Bathe (as earst was sayd) 
 And there I sawe him when he wrote the same, 
 I sawe him there with many moanes dismaide, 
 I sawe him there both fryse and flashe in flame, 
 I sawe him greev'd when others made good game: 
 And so appeareth by his darke discourse, 
 The which to reade I crave your just remorse. 
 
 Dan Bartholmewes Dolorous 
 discourses. 
 
 I Have entreated care to cut the thread, 
 Which all to long hath held my lingring life, 
 And here aloofe nowe have I hyd my head, 
 From company thereby to stint my strife. 
 This solitarye place doth please me best, 
 Where I may weare my wylling mind with moane, 
 And where the sighes which boyle out of my brest, 
 May skald my heart, and yet the cause unknowne. 
 All this I doe, for thee my sweetest sowre, 
 For whome (of yore) I counted not of care, 
 For whome with hungrie jawes I dyd devoure 
 The secrete baite which lurked in the snare : 
 For whome I thought all forreine pleasures paine, 
 For whome againe, all paine dyd pleasure seeme, 
 But onely thine, I found all fansies vaine, 
 But onely thine, I dyd no dolours deeme. 
 Such was the rage, that whilome dyd possesse, 
 The privie corners of my mazed mind : 
 When hote desire, dyd compt those tormentes lesse 
 Which gaind the gaze that dyd my freedome bind. 
 
OF BATHE 
 
 And now (with care) I can record those dayes, 
 
 And call to mind the quiet lyfe I led, 
 
 Before I first beheld thy golden rayes, 
 
 When thine untrueth yet troubled not my hed. 
 
 Remember thou, as I can not forget, 
 
 Howe I had layde, both love, and lust aside, 
 
 And howe I had my fixed fancie set, 
 
 In constant vowe, for ever to abide. 
 
 The bitter proofe of panges in pleasure past, 
 
 The costlye tast, of hony mixt with gall: 
 
 The painted heaven, which turnde to hell at last. 
 
 The freedome fainde, which brought me but to thrall. 
 
 The lingring sute, well fed with freshe delayes, 
 
 The wasted vowes which fled with every winde: 
 
 The restlesse nightes, to purchase pleasing dayes, 
 
 The toyling daies to please my restlesse minde. 
 
 All these (with mo) had brused so my brest, 
 
 And graft such grefe within my groning heart, 
 
 That had I left Dame fansie and the rest, 
 
 To greener yeeres, which might endure the smart. 
 
 My wearie bones did beare away the skarres, 
 
 Of many a wound received by disdaine : 
 
 So that I found the fruite of all those warres, 
 
 To be naught else but panges of unknowen paine. 
 
 And nowe mine eyes were shut from such delight, 
 
 My fansie faint, my hote desires were colde, 
 
 When cruell hap, presented to my sight 
 
 The maydens face, in yeeres which were not olde. 
 
 I thinke the Goddesse of revenge devisde, 
 
 So to bee wreackt on my rebelling wyll, 
 
 Bicause I had in youthfull yeeres dispisde, 
 
 To taste the baites, which tyste my fansie styll. 
 
 Howe so it were, God knowes, I cannot tell: 
 
 But if I lye, you Heavens, the plague be mine, 
 
 I sawe no sooner, how delight dyd dwell 
 
 Betweene those litle infantes eyes of thine, 
 
 But straight a sparkling cole of quicke desire, 
 
 Dyd kindle flame within my frozen heart, 
 
 And yelding fansie softly blewe the fire, 
 
 Which since hath bene the cause of all my smart. 
 
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 What neede I say ? thy selfe for me can sweare, 
 Howe much I tendred thee in tender yeares: 
 Thy life was then to me (God knowes) full deare, 
 My life to thee is light, as nowe appeares. 
 I loved the first, and shall do to my last, 
 Thou flattredst first, and so thou wouldst do styll: 
 For love of thee full many paines I past, 
 For deadly hate thou seekest me to kyll. 
 I cannot nowe, with manly tongue rehearse, 
 How sone that melting mind of thine dyd yelde, 
 I shame to write, in this waymenting verse, 
 With howe small fight, I vanquisht thee in fielde: 
 But Ceesar he, which all the world subdude, 
 Was never yet so proude of Viftorye, 
 Nor Hanyball, with martiall feates endude, 
 Dyd so much please himselfe in pollicie, 
 As I (poore I) dyd seeme to triumphe then, 
 When first I got the Bulwarkes of thy brest, 
 With hote Alarmes I comforted my men, 
 In formost ranke I stoode before the rest, 
 And shooke my flagge, not all to shewe my force, 
 But that thou mightst thereby perceive my minde: 
 shouicTsay: Askaunces* lo, nowe coulde I kyll thy corce, 
 
 And yet my life is unto thee resinde. 
 Well let this passe, and thinke uppon the joye, 
 The mutuall love, the confidence, the trust, 
 Whereby we both abandoned annoye, 
 And fed our mindes with fruites of lovely lust. 
 Thinke on the Tythe, of kysses got by stealth, 
 Of sweete embracinges shortened by feare. 
 Remember that which did maintaine our helth, 
 Alas alas why shoulde I name it here. 
 And in the midst of all those happie dayes, 
 Do not forget the chaunges of my chaunce, 
 When in the depth of many waywarde wayes^ 
 I onely sought, what might thy state advaunce. 
 Thou must confesse how much I carde for thee, 
 When of my selfe, I carde not for my selfe, 
 And when my hap was in mishappes to be, 
 Esteemd thee more, than al the worldly pelfe. 
 
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OF BATHE 
 
 Mine absente thoughtes did beate on thee alone, 
 When thou hadst found a fond and newfound choice: 
 For lacke of thee I sunke in endlesse mone, 
 When thou in chaunge didst tumble and rejoyce. 
 
 mighty goddes needes must I honor you, 
 Needes must I judge your judgmentes to be just, 
 Bicause she did for sake him that was true, 
 And with false love, did cloke a fained luste. 
 
 By high decrees, you ordayned the chaunge, 
 
 To light on such, as she must needes mislike, 
 
 A meete rewarde for such as like to raunge, 
 
 When fansies force, their feeble fleshe doth strike. 
 
 But did I then give brydle to thy fall, 
 
 Thou head strong thou accuse me if thou can ? 
 
 Did I not hazard love yea life and all, 
 
 To warde thy will, from that unworthy man ? 
 
 And when by toyle I travayled to finde, 
 
 The secrete causes of thy madding moode, 
 
 1 found naught else but tricks of Cresstdes kinde, 
 Which playnly provde, that thou weart of hir bloud. 
 I found that absent Troylus was forgot, 
 
 When Dyomede had got both brooch and belt, 
 
 Both glove and hand, yea harte and all god wot, 
 
 When absent Troylus did in sorowes swelt. 
 
 These tricks (with mo) thou knowst thy self I found, 
 
 Which nowe are needelesse here for to reherse, 
 
 Unlesse it were to touche a tender wound, 
 
 With corosives my panting heart to perse. 
 
 But as the Hounde is counted little worth, 
 
 Which giveth over for a losse or twaine, 
 
 And cannot find the meanes to single forth 
 
 The stricken Deare which doth in heard remaine: 
 
 Or as the kindly Spaniell which hath sprang 
 
 The prety Partriche, for the Falcons flight, 
 
 Doth never spare but thrusts the thornes among, 
 
 To bring this byrd yet once againe to sight, 
 
 And though he knowe by proofe (yea dearely bought) 
 
 That selde or never, for his owne availe, 
 
 This wearie worke of his in vaine is wrought, 
 
 Yet spares he not but labors tooth and nayle. 
 
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 These 
 thinges are 
 mistical and 
 not to bee 
 understoode 
 but by 
 Thau<ahour 
 him selfe. 
 
 So labord I to save thy wandring shippe, 
 
 Which reckelesse then, was running on the rockes, 
 
 And though I saw thee seeme to hang the lyppe, 
 
 And set my great good wyll, as light as flockes: 
 
 Yet hauld I in, the mayne sheate of the minde, 
 
 And stayed thy course by ancors of advice, 
 
 I woon thy wyll into a better winde, 
 
 To save thy ware, which was of precious price. 
 
 And when I had so harbored thy Barke, 
 
 In happy haven, which saufer was than Dover, 
 
 The Admyrall, which knewe it by the marke, 
 
 Streight challengde all, and sayd thou wert a rover. 
 
 Then was I forst in thy behalfe to pleade, 
 
 Yea so I dyd, the Judge can saye no lesse, 
 
 And whiles in toyle, this lothsome life I leade, 
 
 Camest thou thy selfe the faulte for to confesse, 
 
 And downe on knee before thy cruell foe, 
 
 Dydst pardon crave, accusing me for all, 
 
 And saydst I was the cause, that thou didst so, 
 
 And that I spoone the thred of all thy thrall. 
 
 Not so content, thou furthermore didst sweare 
 
 That of thy selfe thou never ment to swerve, 
 
 For proofe wherof thou didst the colours weare, i 
 
 Which might bewray, what saint thou ment to serve. 
 
 And that thy blood was sacrificed eke, 
 
 To manyfest thy stedfast martyrd mynde, 
 
 Till I perforce, constraynd thee for to seeke, 
 
 These raging seas, adventures there to finde. 
 
 Alas, alas, and out alas for me, 
 
 Who am enforced, thus for to repeate 
 
 The false reports and cloked guyles of thee, 
 
 Whereon (to oft) my restlesse thoughts do beate. 
 
 But thus it was, and thus God knowes it is. 
 
 Which when I founde by playne and perfeft proofe, 
 
 My musing minde then thought it not amisse, 
 
 To shrinke aside, lamenting all aloofe, 
 
 And so to beate my simple shiftlesse brayne, 
 
 For some device, that might redeeme thy state. 
 
 Lo here the cause, for why I take this payne, 
 
 Lo how I love the wight which me doth hate: 
 
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OF BATHE 
 
 Lo thus I lye, and restlesse rest in Bathe, 
 
 Whereas I bathe not now in blisse pardiej 
 
 But boyle in Bale and skamble thus in skathe, 
 
 Bycause I thinke on thine unconstancie. 
 
 And wylt thou knowe howe here I spend my time, 
 
 And howe I drawe my dayes in dolours styll ? 
 
 Then staye a while: give eare unto my rime, 
 
 So shalt thou know the weight of all my wyll. 
 
 When Titan is constrained to forsake, 
 
 His Lemans couche, and clymeth to his carte, 
 
 Then I begin to languishe for thy sake, 
 
 And with a sighe, which maye bewray my smarte, 
 
 I cleare mine eyes whome gumme of teares had glewed, 
 
 And up on foote I set my ghostly corse, 
 
 And when the stony walles have oft renewed 
 
 My pittious plaintes, with Ecchoes of remorce, 
 
 Then doe I crye and call upon thy name, 
 
 And thus I saye, thou curst and cruell bothe, 
 
 Beholde the man, which taketh griefe for game, 
 
 And loveth them, which most his name doe lothe. 
 
 Behold the man which ever truely ment, 
 
 And yet accusde as aufthour of thine yll, 
 
 Behold the man, which all his life hath spent 
 
 To serve thy selfe, and aye to worke thy wyll: 
 
 Behold the man, which onely for thy love, 
 
 Dyd love himselfe, whome else he set but light : 
 
 Behold the man, whose blood (for thy behove) 
 
 Was ever prest to shed it selfe outright. 
 
 And canst thou nowe condemne his loyaltie? 
 
 And canst thou craft to flatter such a friend ? 
 
 And canst thou see him sincke in jeoperdie ? 
 
 And canst thou seeke to bring his life to ende ? 
 
 Is this the right reward for such desart? 
 
 Is this the fruite of seede so timely sowne ? 
 
 Is this the price, appointed for his part? 
 
 Shall trueth be thus by treason overthrowne? 
 
 Then farewell faith*, thou art no womans pheare : 
 
 And with that word I staye my tongue in time, 
 
 With rolling eyes I loke about eache where, 
 
 Least any man should heare my raving rime. 
 
 in 
 
mtsterie. 
 
 DAN BARTHOLMEW 
 
 And all in rage, enraged as I am, 
 I take my sheete, my slippers and my Gowne, 
 And in the Bathe from whence but late I came, 
 I cast my selfe in dollours there to drowne. 
 There all alone I can my selfe conveye, 
 Into some corner where I sit unseene, 
 And to my selfe (there naked) can I saye, 
 Behold these braunefalne armes which once have bene 
 Both large and lustie, able for to fight, 
 Nowe are they weake, and wearishe God he knowes 
 Unable now to daunt the fowle despight, 
 Which is presented by my cruel foes. 
 My thighes are thin, my body lanck and leane, 
 It hath no bumbast now, but skin and bones: 
 And on mine Elbowe as I lye and leane, 
 Another I see a trustie token for the nones. 
 
 I spie a bracelet bounde about mine arme, 
 
 Which to my shaddowe seemeth thus to saye, 
 
 Beleeve not me: for I was but a Charme, 
 
 To make thee sleepe, when others went to playe. 
 
 And as I gaze thus galded all with griefe, 
 
 I finde it fazed almost quite in sunder, 
 
 Then thinke I thus : thus wasteth my reliefe, 
 
 And though I fade, yet to the world, no wonder. 
 
 For as this lace, by Ieysure learnes to weare, 
 
 So must I faint, even as the Candle wasteth, 
 
 These thoughts (deere sweet) within my brest I beare, 
 
 And to my long home, thus my life it hasteth. 
 
 Herewith I [fjeele the droppes of sweltring sweate, 
 
 Which trickle downe my face, enforced so, 
 
 And in my body feele I lykewise beate, 
 
 A burning heart which tosseth too and fro. 
 
 Thus all in flames I sinderlyke consume, 
 
 And were it not that wanhope lendes me wynde, 
 
 Soone might I fret my fa[n]cyes all in fume, 
 
 And lyke a Ghost my ghost his grave might finde. 
 
 But frysing hope doth blowe ful in my face, 
 
 And colde of cares becommes my cordiall, 
 
 So that I styl endure that yrksome place, 
 
 Where sorrowe seethes to skalde my skinne withal. 
 
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 And when from thence or company me dri[ve]s, 
 Or weary woes do make me change my seate, 
 Then in my bed my restlesse paines revives, 
 Until my fellowes call me downe to meate. 
 And when I ryse, my corpse for to araye, 
 I take the glasse, sometimes (but not for pride, 
 For God he knowes my minde is not so gaye) 
 But for I would in comelynesse abyde : 
 I take the glasse, wherein I seeme to see, 
 Such wythred wrinckles and so fowle disgrace, 
 That lytle marvaile seemeth it to mee, 
 Though thou so well dydst like the noble face. 
 The noble face was faire and fresh e of hewe, 
 My wrinckled face is fowle and fadeth fast: 
 The noble face was unto thee but newe, 
 My wrinckled face is olde and cleane outcast: 
 The noble face might move thee with delight, 
 My wrinckled face could never please thine eye: 
 Loe thus of crime I covet thee to quite. 
 And styll accuse my selfe of Surcuydry : 
 As one that am unworthy to enjoye, 
 The lasting fruite of suche a love as thine, 
 Thus am I tickled styll with every toye, 
 And when my Fellowes call me downe to dyne, 
 No chaunge of meate provokes mine appetite, 
 Nor sauce can serve to taste my meates withall, 
 Then I devise the juyce of grapes to dight, 
 For Sugar and for Sinamon I call, 
 For Ginger, Graines, and for eche other spice, 
 Wherewith I mixe the noble Wine apace, 
 My Fellowes prayse the depth of my devise, 
 And saye it is as good as Ippocrace. 
 As Ippocrace saye I ? and then I swelt, 
 My faynting lymmes straight fall into a sowne, 
 Before the taste of Ippocrace is felt, 
 The naked name in dollours doth mee drowne, 
 For then I call unto my troubled mynde, 
 That Ippocrace hath bene thy daylye drinke, 
 That Ippocrace hath walkt with everye winde. 
 In bottels that were fylled to the brinke, 
 
 Another 
 misterie. 
 
 Another 
 misterie. 
 
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 With Ippocrace thou banquetedst full ofte, 
 With Ippocrace thou madst thy selfe full merrye, 
 Such cheere had set thy new love so alofte, 
 , That olde love nowe was scarcely worth a cherry. 
 And then againe I fall into a traunce, 
 But when my breth returnes against my wyll, 
 Before my tongue can tell my wofull chaunce, 
 I heare my fellowes how they whisper still. 
 One sayth that Ippocrace is contrary, 
 Unto my nature and complexion, 
 Whereby they judge that all my malladye, 
 Was long of that by alteration. 
 An other sayth, no, no this man is weake, 
 And for such weake, so hote thinges are not best, 
 Then at the last I heare no lyar speake, 
 But one which knowes the cause of mine unrest, 
 And sayth, this man is (for my life) in love, 
 He hath received repulse, or dronke disdaine. 
 Alas crye I : and ere I can remove, 
 Into a sowne I sone returne againe. 
 Thus drive I foorth, my doolefull dining time, 
 And trouble others with my troubles styll, 
 But when I here, the Bell hath passed prime, 
 Into the Bathe I wallowe by my wyll, 
 That there my teares (unsene) might ease my griefe, 
 For though I starve yet have I fed my fill, 
 In privie panges I count my best relife. 
 And still I strive in weary woes to drench, 
 But when I plondge, than woe is at an ebbe, 
 My glowing coles are all to quicke to quenche. 
 And I (to warme) am wrapped in the webbe, 
 Which makes me swim against the wished wave, 
 Lo thus (deare wenche) I leade a lothsome life, 
 And greedely I seeke the greedy grave, 
 To make an ende of all these stormes and strife, 
 But death is deafe, and heares not my desire, 
 So that my dayes continewe styl in dole, 
 And in my nightes I feele the secrete fire, 
 Which close in embers, coucheth lyke a cole, 
 And in the daye hath bene but raked up, 
 
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OF BATHE 
 
 With covering ashes of my company, 
 
 Now breakes it out, and boyles the careful cuppe, 
 
 Which in my. heart doth hang full heavily. 
 
 I melt in teares, I swelt in chilling sweat, 
 
 My swelling heart, breakes with delay of paine, 
 
 I freeze in hope, yet burne in haste of heate, 
 
 I wishe for death, and yet in life remaine. 
 
 And when dead sleepe doth close my dazeled eyes, 
 
 Then dreadful dreames my dolors do encrease. 
 
 Me thinkes I lie awake in wofull wise, 
 
 And see thee come, my sorrowes for to cease. 
 
 Me seemes thou saist (my good) what meaneth this ? 
 
 What ayles thee thus to languish and lament ? 
 
 How can it be that bathing all in blisse : 
 
 Such cause unknowne disquiets thy content? 
 
 Thou doest me wrong to keepe so close from me 
 
 The grudge or griefe, which gripeth now thy heart, 
 
 For well thou knowest, I must thy partner be 
 
 In bale, in blisse, in solace, and in smarte. 
 
 Alas, alas, these things I deeme in dreames, 
 
 But when mine eyes are open and awake, 
 
 I see not thee : where with the flowing streames, 
 
 Of brinishe teares their wonted floods do make. 
 
 Thus as thou seest I spend both nightes and dayes, 
 
 And for I find the world did judge me once, 
 
 A witlesse wryter of these lovers layes, 
 
 I take my pen and paper for the nonce, 
 
 I laye aside this foolishe ryding rime, 
 
 And as my troubled head can bring to passe, 
 
 I thus bewray the torments of my time : 
 
 Beare with my Muse, it is not as it was. 
 
 Fato non fortuna. 
 
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DAN BARTHOLMEW 
 
 The extremitie of his Passion. 
 
 AMong the toyes which tosse my braine, 
 Jr\. and reave my mind from quiet rest, 
 This one I finde, doth there remaine, 
 
 to breede debate within my brest. 
 When wo would work, to wound my wyl, 
 
 I cannot weepe, nor waile my fyll. 
 
 My tongue hath not the skill to tell, 
 
 the smallest griefe which gripes my heart, 
 
 Mine eyes have not the power to swell, 
 into such Seas of secrete smart, 
 
 That will might melt to waves of woe, 
 and I might swelt in sorrowes so. 
 
 Yet shed mine eyes no trickling teares, 
 but flouddes which flowe abundauntly, 
 
 Whose fountaine first enforst by feares, 
 found out the gappe of jelousie. 
 
 And by that breache, it soketh so, 
 that all my face, is styll on flowe. 
 
 My voice is like the raging wind, 
 which ro'areth still, and never staies, 
 
 The thoughtes which tomble in my minde, 
 are like the wheele which whirles alwayes, 
 
 Nowe here, nowe there, nowe up, now downe, 
 in depth of waves, yet cannot drowne. 
 
 The sighes which boyle out of my brest, 
 are not lyke those, which others use, 
 
 For lovers sighes, sometimes take rest, 
 And lend their mindes, a leave to muse. 
 
 But mine are like the surging Seas, 
 whome calme nor quiet can appeas. 
 
 And yet they be but sorrowes smoke, 
 my brest the fordge where furie playes, 
 
 My panting heart, yt strikes the stroke, 
 my fancie blowes the flame alwaies, 
 
 The coles are kindled by desire, 
 
 and Cupide warmes him by the fire. 
 
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OF BATHE 
 
 Thus can I neyther drowne in dole, 
 nor burne to ashes though I waste, 
 
 Mine eyes can neyther quenche the cole, 
 which warmes my heart in all this haste. 
 
 Nor yet my fancie make such flame, 
 that I may smoulder in the same. 
 
 Wherefore I come to seeke out Care, 
 
 beseeching him of curtesie, 
 To cut the thread which cannot weare, 
 
 by panges of such perplexitie. 
 And but he graunt this boone of mine, 
 
 thus must I live and ever pine. 
 
 Fato non fortuna. 
 
 IO thus (deere heart) I force my frantike Muse, 
 _/ To frame a verse in spite of my despight, 
 But whiles I doo these mirthlesse meeters use, 
 This rashe conceite doth reve me from delight. 
 I call to minde howe many loving layes, 
 Howe many Sonets, and how many songes, 
 I dyd devise within those happie dayes, 
 When yet my wyl, had not received wronges. 
 All which were evermore regarded so, 
 That litle fruite I seemd thereby to reape, 
 But rather when I had bewrayed my woe, 
 Thy love was light, and lusted styll to leape. 
 The rimes which pleased thee were all in print, 
 And mine were ragged, hard for to be read, Another 
 
 Lo deere: this dagger dubbes me with this dint, 
 And leave this wound within my jelous head. 
 But since I have confessed unto Care, 
 That now I stand uppon his curtesie, 
 And that the bale, which in my brest I bare, 
 Hath not the skill to kyll me cunningly, 
 Therefore with all my whole devotion, 
 To Care I make this supplication. 
 
 Fato non fortuna. 
 
 T17 
 
 misterie. 
 
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 DAN BARTHOLMEW 
 
 His libell of request exhibited to Care. 
 
 OCurteous Care, whome others (cruell) call, 
 And raile upon thine honourable name, 
 O knife that canst cut of the thread of thrall, 
 O sheare that shreadst the seemerent sheete of shame, 
 
 happye ende of every greevous game : 
 Vouchsafe O Prince, thy vassall to behold, 
 
 Who loves thee more, than can with tongue be told. 
 
 And nowe vouchsafe to pittie this his plaint, 
 
 Whose teares bewray, 
 
 His truth alway, 
 
 Although his feeble tongue be forst to faint. 
 
 1 must confesse O noble king to thee, 
 That I have beene a Rebell in my youth, 
 I preast alwaies in pleasures court to bee, 
 
 I fled from that, which Cupide still eschuth, 
 
 I fled from Care, lo now I tell the truth, 
 
 And in delightes, I loved so to dwell, 
 
 Thy heavenly house dyd seeme to me but hell. 
 
 Such was my rage, the which I now repent, 
 
 And pardon crave, 
 
 My soule to save, 
 
 Before the webbe of weary life be spent. 
 
 But marke what fruites dyd grow on such a tree, 
 
 What crop dyd rise upon so rashe sowne seede, 
 
 For when I thought my selfe in heaven to bee, 
 
 In depth of hell I drowned was in deede : 
 
 Whereon to thinke my heavie hart doth bleede : 
 
 Me thought I swumme in Seas of all delight, 
 
 When as I sunke in puddles of despight, 
 
 Alas alas I thought my selfe belov'd, 
 
 When deadly hate, 
 
 Did play checke mate, 
 
 With me poore pawne, that no such prancks had prov'd. 
 
OF BATHE 
 
 This when I tryed (ay me) to be to true, 
 
 I wept for woe, I pined all for paine, 
 
 I tare my heere, I often chaunged hewe, 
 
 I left delight, with dollours to complaine. 
 
 I shund each place where pleasure dyd remaine, 
 
 I cride, I calde on every kinde of death, 
 
 I strove eache way to stop my fainting breath. 
 
 Short tale to make, I stept so farre in strife, 
 
 That still I sought, 
 
 With all my thought, 
 
 Some happie helpe to leave my lothed life. 
 
 But hope was he that held my hande abacke, 
 
 From quicke dispatch of all my griping griefe, Hope is ever 
 
 When heate of hate had burnt my will to wracke, a""™?" 
 
 Then hope was colde, and lent my life reliefe, Passion. 
 
 In every choice hope challengde to be chiefe. 
 
 When coldest crampes had cleane orecome my heart, 
 
 Then hope was hote, and warnde my weary smart, 
 
 [W]hen heart was heardie, hope was still in dread, 
 
 When heart was faint, 
 
 (With feares attaint,) 
 
 Then hardie hope held up my fearefull head. 
 
 Thus when I found that neither flowing teares, 
 
 Could drowne my heart in waves of wery wo, 
 
 Nor hardy hand could overcome my feares, 
 
 To cut the sacke of all my sorrowes so, 
 
 Nor death would come, nor I to death could go. 
 
 And yet I felt great droppes of secrete smart, 
 
 Distilling styll within my dying heart : 
 
 I then perceivde that onely care was he, 
 
 Which as my friend, 
 
 Might make an end, 
 
 Of all these paines, and set my fansie free. 
 
 Wherefore (oh Care) graunt thou my just request, 
 Oh kyll my corpse, oh quickly kyll me nowe. 
 Oh make an ende and bring my bones to rest, 
 Oh cut my thread (good Care) I care not howe, 
 Oh Care be kinde : and here I make a vowe, 
 
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DAN BARTHOLMEW 
 
 That when my life out of my brest shall part, 
 
 I wyll present thee with my faithfull hart : 
 
 And send it to thee as a Sacrifice, 
 
 Bicause thou hast, 
 
 Vouchsaft at last, 
 
 To ende my furies in this friendly wise. 
 
 Fato non Fortuna. 
 
 WHat greater glory can a Keysar gaine, 
 If madde moode move his subje&es to rebell, 
 Than that at last (when all the traytours traine, 
 Have trode the pathe, of deepe repentaunce well, 
 And naked neede with Cold and Hunger both, 
 Hath bitten them abrode in forren land, 
 Whereby they may their lewde devises loth. 
 When hairbraind haste, with cold advise is scande) 
 If then at last, they come upon their knee, 
 And pardon crave with due submission : 
 And for this cause, I thinke that Care of me, 
 Was moved most, to take compassion. 
 For now I find, that pittie prickes his mind, 
 To see me plonged still in endlesse paine, 
 And right remorse, his princely heart doth bind, 
 To rule the rage wherein I do remaine. 
 I feele ' my teares doe now begin to stay, 
 For Care from them their swelling springs doth soke, 
 I feele my sighes their labours now allaye, 
 For Care hath quencht the coles that made the smoke. 
 I feele my panting heart begins to rest, 
 For Care hath staide the hammers of my head, 
 I feele the flame which blazed in my brest, 
 Is nowe with carefull ashes overspread. 
 And gentle Care, hath whet his karving knife, 
 To cut in twaine the thread of all my thrall, 
 Desired death nowe overcommeth life, 
 And wo still workes to helpe in haste with all. 
 But since I feele these panges approching so, 
 And lothed life begin to take his leave, 
 
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 Me thinkes it meete, to give before I go, 
 Such landes and goodes, as I behind me leave. 
 So to discharge my troubled conscience, 
 And eke to set an order for my heyre, 
 Who might (perhaps) be put to great expence, 
 To sue for that, which I bequeath him here. 
 Wherefore (deere wenche) with all my full intent, 
 I thus begin to make my Testament. 
 
 Fato non fortuna. 
 
 His last wyll and Testament. 
 
 IN Jove his mighty name, this eight and twentith day, 
 Of frosted bearded Januar, the enemy to May : 
 Since Adam was create, five thousand yeeres I gesse, 
 Five hundreth, forty more and five, as stories do expresse. 
 I being whole of minde, (immortall Gods have praise) 
 Though in my body languishing with panges of paine alwayes, 
 Do thus ordaine my wyll which long in woes hare wepte, 
 Beseeching mine executours to see it duely kept. 
 Fyrst I bequeath my soule on Charons boate to tende, 
 Untill thy life (my love) at last may light on luckye ende, 
 That there it may awaite, to wayte upon thy ghost, 
 Wh§ thou hast quite & clene forgot what pranks now please 
 
 thee most. 
 So shall it well be seene whose love is like to mine : 
 For so I meane to trye my truth, and there tyll then to pine. 
 My body be enbalmde, and cloased up in chest, 
 With oyntments and with spiceries of every sweete the best : 
 And so preserved styll untill the day do come, 
 That death divorce my love from life, & trusse hir up in tombe. 
 Then I bequeath my corps to couche beneathe hir bones, 
 And there to feede the greedy wormes that linger for the 
 
 nones. 
 To frette uppon her fleshe, which is to fine therefore, 
 This service may it doe hir yet, although it do no more. 
 My heart (as heretofore) I must bequeathe to Care, 
 And God he knowes, I thinke the gift to simple for his share. 
 
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DAN BARTHOLMEW 
 
 But that he may perceive, I meane to pay my dew, 
 
 I will it shall be taken quicke, and borne him bleeding new, 
 
 As for my funerals, I leave that toye at large, 
 
 To be as mine executours wyll give thereto in charge. 
 
 Yet if my goodes will stretche unto my strange device, 
 
 Then let this order be observ'd, mine heyre shall pay the price : 
 
 First let the torche bearers be wrapte in weedes of woe, 
 
 Let all their lightes be virgin waxe, because I lov'de it so. 
 
 And care not though the twist be course that lends them light, 
 
 If fansie fume, & freewil flame, then must they needs burn 
 
 bright. 
 Next them let come the quier, with psalmes and dolefull song, 
 Recording all my rough repulse and wraying all my wrong. 
 And when the deskant singes, in treeble tunes above, 
 Then let fa burden say, (by lowe) / liv'd and dyde for love : 
 About my heavy hearse, some mourners would I have, 
 Who migh[t] the same accompany and stand about the grave, 
 But let them be such men, as maye confesse with me, 
 How contrary the lots of love, to all true lovers bee. 
 Let Patience be the Priest, the Clarke be Close conceipt, 
 The Sextin be Simplicitie, which meaneth no disceipt. 
 Let almes of Love be delt, even at the- Chaunsell doore, 
 And feede them there with freshe delayes, as I have bene 
 
 of yore : 
 Then let the yongest sort, be set to ring Loves Bels, 
 And pay Repentance for their paines, but give the nothing else, 
 Thus when the Dirge is done, let every man depart, 
 And learne by me what harme it is to have a faithfull hart. 
 Those litle landes I have, mine heyre must needes possesse, 
 His name is Lust, the landes be losse, few lovers scape with 
 
 lesse. 
 The rest of all my goodes, which I not here rehearse, 
 Give learned Poets for their paines, to decke my Tombe with 
 
 verse : 
 And let them write these wordes upon my carefull chest, 
 Lo here he lies, that was as true (in love) as is the best. 
 Alas I had forgot the Parsons dewe to paye, 
 And so my soule in Purgatorye, might remaine alway. 
 Then for my privie Tythes, as kysses caught by stealth, 
 Sweete collinges & such other knackes as multiplied my wealth : 
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 I give the Vfckar here, to please his greedie wyll, 
 
 A deintie dishe of suger soppes, but saust with sorrow stil : 
 
 And twise a weeke at least, let dight them for his dishe, 
 
 On Fridayes and on wednesdaies, to save expence of fishe. 
 
 Nowe have I much bequeathed and litle left behinde, 
 
 And others mo must yet be served or else I were unkinde. 
 
 Wet eyes and wayling wordes, Executours I make, 
 
 And for their paines ten pound of teares let either of them take. 
 
 Let sorrow at the last my Supravisor be, 
 
 And stedfastnesse my surest steade, I give him for his fee. 
 
 Yet in his pattent place this Sentence of proviso, 
 
 That he which loveth stedfastly, shall want no sauce of sorrow. 
 
 Thus now I make an ende, of this my wearie wyll, 
 
 And signe it with my simple hand, and set my seale there tyll. 
 
 And you which reade my wordes, although they be in rime, 
 
 Yet reason may perswade you eke, Thus lovers dote sometime. 
 
 The Subscription and seale. 
 
 MY mansion house was Mone : from Dolours dale I came, 
 I Fato : Non Fortuna, hight, lo now you know my 
 name : 
 My seale is sorrowes sythe, within a fielde of flame, 
 Which cuts in twaine a carefull heart, y 1 sweltreth in the same. 
 
 Fato non Fortuna. 
 
 ALas, lo now I heare the passing Bell, 
 XJL Which Care appointeth carefullye to knoule, 
 And in my brest, I feele my heart now swell, 
 To breake the stringes which joynde it to my soule. 
 The Crystall yse, which lent mine eyes their light, 
 Doth now waxe dym, and dazeled all with dread, 
 My senses all, wyll now forsake me quite, 
 And hope of health abandoneth my head, 
 My wearie tongue can talke no longer now, 
 My trembling hand nowe leaves my penne to hold, 
 My joynts nowe stretch, my body cannot bowe, 
 My skinne lookes pale, my blood now waxeth cold. 
 
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DAN BARTHOLMEW 
 
 And are not these, the very panges of death ? 
 Yes sure (sweete heart) I know them so to bee, 
 They be the panges, which strive to stop my breath, 
 They be the panges, which part my love from thee. 
 What sayd I ? Love ? Nay life : but not my love, 
 My life departes, my love continues styll : 
 My lothed lyfe may from my corpse remove, 
 My loving Love shall alwayes worke thy wyll. 
 It was thy wyll even thus to trye my truth, 
 Thou hast thy wyll, my truth may now be sene, 
 It was thy wyll, that I should dye in youth, 
 Thou hast thy wyll my yeares are yet but grene. 
 Thy penaunce was that I should pine in paine, 
 I have performde thy penaunce all in wo, 
 Thy pleasure was that I should here remaine, 
 I have bene glad to please thy fansie so. 
 Nowe since I have performed every part 
 Of thy commaunde : as neare as tongue can tell, 
 Content thee yet before my muse depart, 
 To take this Sonet for my last farewell. 
 
 Fato non fortuna. 
 
 His Farewell. 
 
 FArewell deere Love whome I have loved and shall, 
 Both in this world, and in the world to come, 
 For proofe whereof my sprite is Charons thrall, 
 And yet my corpse attendant on thy toome. 
 Farewell deere sweete, whose wanton wyll to please 
 Eche taste of trouble seemed mell to me, 
 Farewell sweete deare, whose doubtes for to appease, 
 I was contented thus in bale to be. 
 Farewell my lyfe, farewell for and my death, 
 For thee I lyv'd for thee nowe must I dye, 
 Farewell from Bathe, whereas I feele my breath 
 Forsake my breast in great perplexitie, 
 Alas how welcome were this death of mine, 
 If I had dyde betweene those armes of thine ? 
 Fato non Fortuna. 
 
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OF BATHE 
 
 The Reporters conclusion. 
 
 WHere might I now find flooddes of flowing teares, 
 So to suffice the swelling of mine eyes ? 
 How might my breast unlode the bale it beares ? 
 Alas alas how might my tongue devise 
 To tell this weary tale in wofull wise ? 
 To tell I saye these tydinges nowe of truth, 
 Which may provoke the craggy rockes to ruth ? 
 
 In depth of dole would God that I were drownde, 
 Where flattering joyes might never find me out, 
 Or graved so within the greedy grounde, 
 As false delights might never breede my doubt, 
 Nor guilefull love hir purpose bring about : 
 Whose trustlesse traines in collours for to paint, 
 I find by proofe my wittes are all to faint. 
 
 I was that man whome destinies ordeine, 
 To beare eche griefe that groweth on the mold, 
 I was that man which proved to my paine, 
 More panges at once than can with tongue be told, 
 I was that man (hereof you maye be bold) 
 Whome heaven and earth did frame to scoffe and scorne, 
 I, I was he which to that ende was borne. 
 
 Suffized not my selfe to taste the fruite, 
 Of sugred sowres which growe in gadding yeares, 
 But that I must with paine of lyke pursute, 
 Perceive such panges by paterne of my peares, 
 And feele how fansies fume could fond my pheares ? 
 Alas I find all fates against me bent, 
 For nothing else I lyve but to lament. 
 
 The force of friendship bound by holy othe, 
 Dyd drawe my wyll into these croked wayes, 
 For with my frend I went to Bathe (though loth) 
 To lend some comfort in his dollie dayes, 
 The stedfast friend stickes fast at all assayes : 
 Yet was I loth such time to spend in vaine, 
 The cause whereof, lo here I tell you playne. 
 
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DAN BARTHOLMEW 
 
 By proofe I found as you may well perceive, 
 That all good counsell was but worne in wast, 
 Such painted paines his passions did deceive, 
 That bitter gall was mell to him in tast, 
 Within his will such rootes of mine plast, 
 As graffes of griefes were only given to growe, 
 Where youth did plant and rash conceite did sowe. 
 
 I sawe at first his eares were open aye 
 To every tale which fed him with some hope, 
 As fast againe I sawe him turne away 
 From grave advise, which might his conscience grope, 
 From reasons rule his fancie lightly lope, 
 He only gave his mind to get that gaine, 
 Which most he wisht and least could yet attaine. 
 
 Not I alone, but many mo with me, 
 Had found what ficklenesse his Idoll used, 
 And how she claimed Cressides heire to be, 
 And how she had his great good will abused, 
 And how she was of many men refused, 
 Who tride hir tricks and knew hir by the kinde, 
 Save only him she made no lover blinde. 
 
 But what for this ? whose face is plainer seene, 
 Than he which thinkes he walketh in a net ? 
 Or who in bale hath ever deeper beene, 
 Than he which thought his state might not be bet ? 
 In such a jollitye these lovers jet, 
 That weale to them doeth seeme to bee but wo, 
 And griefe seemes joye, they feede theyr fancyes so. 
 
 Tell him that reason ought to be his rule, 
 And he allowed no reason but his owne, 
 Tell him that best were quicklye to recule, 
 Before all force by feares were overthrowne, 
 And that his bale were better overblowne, 
 Then thus to pine remedylesse in griefe. 
 And he would saye that griefe was his reliefe. 
 
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OF BATHE 
 
 Short tale to make so long he lyved thus, 
 Tyll at the last he gan in deede to dye, 
 Beleeve me Lordes (and by him that dyed for us) 
 I sawe him give to close his dying eye, 
 I sawe him stryve and strangle passingly. 
 And suche a griefe I tooke, that yet I not, 
 If he or I had then more griefe ygot. 
 
 But who hath seene a Lampe begyn to fade, 
 Which lacketh oyle to feede his lyngring lyght, 
 And then againe who so hath seene it made, 
 With oyle and weecke to last the longsome night. 
 Let him conceyve that I sawe such a sight. 
 Whereof to thinke (although I sighde erewhile) 
 Loe nowe I laughe my sorrowes to beguile. 
 
 Upon the stones a trampling steede we heard, 
 Which came ful straight unto our lodging doore, 
 And straight therwith we heard how one enquirde, 
 If such a Knight (as I describde before) 
 Were lodged there : the Hoast withouten more, 
 Sayd yes forsooth, and God he knowes (quod he) 
 He is as sicke as any man maye bee. 
 
 The messenger sware by no bugges I trowe, 
 But bad our hoast to bring him where he laye, 
 (Quod I to Bartholmew) I heare by lowe, 
 A voice which seemes somewhat of you to saye : 
 And eare that past not full a furlong waye, 
 Behold the man came stowping in at doore, 
 And truth to tell he syked wondrous sore. 
 
 At last from out his bosome dyd he take, 
 A Letter sealde yfolded fayre and well, 
 And kyssing it (I thinke for Mistresse sake) 
 He sayd to Bartholmew. Syr Knight be well, 
 Nowe reade these lines the which I neede not tell, 
 From whence they come : but make an ende of mone, 
 For you are sicke, and she is woe begone. 
 
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DAN BARTHOLMEW 
 
 The theefe condemnde and gone to gallowe tree, 
 (If one crye Grace : lo here a Pardon prest) 
 Doth dye sometimes, when most he seemde to be, 
 From death redeemd, such bronts may breede in brest, 
 Twyxt sodaine joye, and thoughts which paine opprest, 
 The Romaine Widdowe dyed when she beheld, 
 Hir Sunne (whome earst She compted slaine in field). 
 
 So Bartholmew tweene griefe and sodaine joye, 
 Laye styll in traunce, me thinkes I see him yet, 
 And out of doubte it gave me such anoye, 
 To see him so, him selfe in fancies fret, 
 That sure I thought his eyes in head were set. 
 And that he laye (as some saye) drawing on, 
 Untill his breath and all were past and gone. 
 
 But high de[c]rees of heaven which had ordainde, 
 (For his decaye) a freshe delaye of paine, 
 Revived him : yet from his eyes downe raind, 
 Such rewfull teares as moved me to plaine, 
 The doleful] plight wherein he dyd remaine. 
 For trust me now, to see him sorrowe so, 
 It might have made a stone to melt in wo. 
 
 Thrise dyd his tongue beginne to tell his thought, 
 And thrise (alas) it foltred in his mouth, 
 With stopping sobbes and skalding sighes he sought 
 To utter that which was to me uncouth. 
 So staies the streame, when furiouslie it flouth. 
 And filles the dikes where it had wont to swimme, 
 Untill by force it breakes above the brimme. 
 
 At last (with paine) the first word that he spake, 
 Was this : Alas, and therewithall he stayed, 
 His feebled Jawes and hollowe voyce could make, 
 None other sounde, his thoughtes were all dismayed, 
 His hearye head full lowe in bosome layed. 
 Yet when he sawe me marke what he would saye, 
 He cryed right out Alas and welawaye. 
 
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 Alas (quod he) deare friend behold this bloode, 
 And with that word he gan againe to sorrowne : 
 The messenger which in a studdye stoode, 
 Awakt at last : and in mine eare dyd rowne, 
 Saying : those lines which I have there throwen downe. 
 Were written all with blood of hir owne hande, 
 For whome he nowe in this distresse doth stande. 
 
 And since (quod he) She hath vouchsafed so, 
 To shead hir blood in witnesse of hir griefe, 
 Me thinkes he rather should relieve hir wo : 
 Then thus deny to send hir some reliefe. 
 Alas alas (quod he) she holdes him chiefe. 
 And well wote I (what ere his fansie bee) 
 There sittes no man so neere hir heart as hee. 
 
 Therewith he raysde his heavy head alight, 
 Askaunces Ha} in deede and thinkst thou so? 
 But out alas his weake and weary sprit, 
 Forbad his tongue in furder termes to go. 
 His thought sayd Haight, his sillie speache cryed Ho. 
 And thus he laye in dompes and dolefull trance, 
 Tyll darksome night dyd somewhat change his chance. 
 
 For when the light of day began to fade, 
 And courtins round about his bed were drawne, 
 A golden slomber dyd his Iymmes invade, 
 And held him husht tyll daye againe gan dawne, 
 Whereby Dame quiet put him in a pawne, 
 To set his thoughts (which strived earst) at one, 
 And bad debate be packing to be gone. 
 
 Percase sweete love dyd lull him so on sleepe, 
 Perhaps Dame fansie rockt the Cradell too, 
 How so it were I take thereof no keepe, 
 With such conceiptes have I nothing to doo, 
 But when he wakt he asked plainly who, 
 Had brought him so from rage to quiet rest, 
 And who had borne the torments from his brest ? 
 
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DAN BARTHOLMEW 
 
 (Quod I) my friend: here is a letter lo, 
 Behold it here and be all hole againe, 
 What man were he that wyther would in wo, 
 Which thus might prosper in despite of paine ? 
 Were he not worse then mad which would complaine, 
 On such a friend as this to me doth seeme ? 
 Which (for thy health) hir blood doth not esteeme ? 
 
 Thus much I sayd to comfort him God knowes, 
 (But what I thought that keepe I cloose in hold) 
 Sometimes a man must flatter with his foes, 
 And sometimes saye that brasse is bright as Gold: 
 For he that hath not all thinges as he would, 
 Must winke sometimes, as though he dyd not see, 
 And seeme to thinke thinges are not as they bee. 
 
 Dan Bartholmew gan take the briefe in hand, 
 And brake the seale, but when he saw the blood, 
 Good Lord how bolt upright his heere dyd stand? 
 For though the friendly wordes therein were good, 
 Yet many a thought they moved in his moode. 
 As well appeared by his flecked cheekes, 
 Nowe cherry e redde, nowe pale and greene as leekes. 
 
 I dreamt (quod he) that I was done to death, 
 And that I laye full colde in earth and claye, 
 But that I was restored unto breath, 
 By one that seemde lyke Pellycane to playe, 
 Who shed his blood to give me foode alwaye, 
 And made me live in spite of sorrowe styll, 
 See how my dreame agrees now with this byll ? 
 
 His feebled wittes forgotten had there whyle, 
 By whome and howe he had this letter first, 
 But when he spyde the man, then gan he smile, 
 For secreete joye his heart dyd seeme to burst, 
 Now thought he best that (earst) he compted worst. 
 And lovingly he dyd the man embrace, 
 And askt howe farde the roote of all his grace ? 
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 See sodaine chaunge, see subtile sweete disceipte, 
 Behold how love can make his subjeftes blinde, 
 Let all men marke hereby what guilefull baite, 
 Dan Cupide layeth to tyse the lovers minde : 
 Alacke alacke a slender thread maye binde, 
 That prysonor fast, which meanes to tarrye styll, 
 A lytle road corredles a ready wyll. 
 
 The briefe was writte and blotted all with gore, 
 And thus it sayde : Behold howe stedfast love, 
 Hath made me hardy (thankes have he therefore) 
 To write these wordes thy doubtes for to remove, 
 With mine owne blood: and yf for thy behove 
 These bloody lynes do not thy Cares convert: 
 I vowe the next shall bleede out of my heart. 
 
 I dwell to long upon this thriftlesse tale, 
 For Bartholmew was well appeasde hereby, 
 And feelingly he banished his bale, 
 Taking herein a tast of remedy, 
 By lyte and lyte his fittes away gan flye. 
 And in short space he dyd recover strength, 
 To stand on foote and take his horse at length. 
 
 So that we came to London both yfere, 
 And there his Goddesse tarryed tyll we came, 
 I am to blame to call hir Goddesse here, 
 Since she deservde in deede no Goddesse name, 
 But sure I thinke (and you may judge the same) 
 She was [to] him a Goddesse in his thought, 
 Although perhaps hir Shrines was overbought. 
 
 I maye not write what words betweene them past, 
 
 How teares of griefe were turnde to teares of joye, 
 
 Nor how their dole became delight at last. 
 
 Nor how they made great myrth of much anoye, 
 
 Nor how content was coyned out of coye, 
 
 But what I sawe and what I well maye write, 
 
 That (as I maye) I meane for to endite. 
 
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DAN BARTHOLMEW 
 
 In lovely London love gan nowe renew, 
 This blooddye Letter made it battle much, 
 And all the doubtes which he in fansies drew, 
 Were done away as there had bene none such, 
 (But to him selfe) he bare no body grutch. 
 Him selfe (he sayde) was cause of all this wo, 
 Withouten cause that hir suspefted so. 
 
 O loving Youthes this glasse was made for you, 
 And in the same you may your selves behold, 
 Beleeve me nowe not one in all your crew, 
 Which (where he loves) hath courage to be bold, 
 Your Cressides climes are alwaies uncontrold. 
 You dare not saye the Sunne is cleare and bright, 
 You dare not sweare that darkesome is the night. 
 
 Terence was wise which taught by Pamphilus, 
 Howe courage quailes where love beblinds the sence, 
 Though proofe of times makes lovers quarelous, 
 Yet small excuse serves love for just defence. 
 These Courtisanes have power by pretence 
 To make a Swan of that which was a Crowe, 
 As though blacke pitche were turned into Snowe. 
 
 Ferenda, She whome heaven and earth had framde, 
 For his decaye and to bewitche his wittes, 
 Made him nowe thinke him selfe was to be blamde, 
 Which causeles thus would fret himselfe in fittes, 
 Shee made him thinke that sorrowe sildome sittes, 
 Where trust is tyed in fast and faithfull knottes, 
 She sayd Mistrust was meete for simple sottes. 
 
 What wyl you more shee made him to beleeve, 
 That she first loved although she yonger were, 
 She made him thinke that his distresse dyd greeve, 
 Hir guiltlesse minde : and (that it might appeare, 
 Howe these conceiptes could joyne or hang yfere) 
 She dyd confesse howe soone shee yeelded his, 
 Such force (quod she) in learned men there is. 
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 She furder sayde that all to true it was, 
 Howe youthfull yeares (and lacke of him alone) 
 Had made hir once to choose out brittle glasse, 
 For perfedl Gold : She dyd confesse (with mone) 
 That youthfully shee bytte a worthlesse bone. 
 But that therein she tasted deepe delight, 
 That sayde shee not, nor I presume to write. 
 
 Shee sware (and that I beare full well in minde) 
 Howe Dyomede had never Troylus place, 
 Shee sayd and sware (how ever sate the winde) 
 That Admirals dyd never know hir case, 
 She sayd againe that never Noble Face, 
 Dyd please hir eye nor moved hir to change, 
 She sayd her minde was never geven to range. 
 
 She sayd and sayd that Bracelettes were ybound, 
 To hold him fast (but not to charme his thought) 
 She wysht therewith that she were deepely drownd, 
 In Ippocrace : if ever she had sought, 
 Or dronke, or smelt, or tane, or found, or bought, 
 Such NeStar droppes as she with him had dronke, 
 (But this were true) she wisht hir soule were sonke. 
 
 And to conclude, she sayde no printed rymes, 
 Could please hir so as his brave Triumphes dyd : 
 Why wander I ? She cov'red all hir crimes, 
 With deepe disceipt, and all hir guiles she hyd, 
 With fained teares, and Bartholmew she ryd 
 With double gyrthes, she byt and whyned both, 
 And made him love where he had cause to loth. 
 
 These be the fruidtes which grow on such desire, 
 These are the gaines ygot by such an art, 
 To late commes he that seekes to quenche the fire, 
 When flames possesse the house in every part, 
 Who lyst in peace to keepe a quiet hart. 
 Flye love betimes, for if he once oretake him, 
 Then seeld or never shall he well forsake him. 
 
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DAN BARTHOLMEW 
 
 If once thou take him Tenaunt to thy brest, 
 No wrytte nor force can serve to plucke him thence, 
 No pylles can purge his humour lyke the rest, 
 He bydes in bones, and there takes residence, 
 Against his blowes no bucklar makes defence. 
 And though (with paine) thou put him from thy house, 
 Yet lurkes hee styll in corners lyke a Mouse. 
 
 At every hole he creepeth in by stelth, 
 And privilye he feedeth on thy crommes, 
 With spoiles unseene he wasteth all thy welth, 
 He playes boe peepe when any body commes, 
 And dastard lik he seemes to dread the drommes, 
 Although in deede in Embushe he awaytes, 
 To take thee stragling yf thou passe his straites. 
 
 So seemed now by Bartholmews successe, 
 Who yeelded sone unto this second charge, 
 Accusing styll him selfe for his distresse, 
 And that he had so languished at large, 
 Short worke to make : he had none other charge 
 To beare loves blowes, but styll to trust hir tale, 
 And pardon crave because he bread hir bale. 
 
 And thus he lyvde contented styll with craft, 
 Mistrusting most, that gave least cause of doubt, 
 He fledde mishappe and helde it by the haft, 
 He banisht bale and bare it styll about, 
 He let in love and thought to hold him out. 
 He seemde to bathe in perfe6t blisse againe, 
 When (God he knowes) he fostred privie paine. 
 
 For as the Tree which crooked growes by kinde, 
 (Although it be with propping underset) 
 In trackt of time to crooked course wyll twinde, 
 So could Ferenda never more forget, 
 The lease at large where she hir flinges had fet. 
 But rangde againe, and to hir byas fell, 
 Such chaunges chaunce where lust (for love) doth dwell. 
 
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OF BATHE 
 
 And as it hapt (and God his wyll it was) 
 Dan Bartholmew perceyvde it very plaine, 
 So that perforce he let his pleasures passe, 
 And strave no more against the streame ,in vaine, 
 But therewithall he purchased such paine, 
 As yet I shrinke in minde thereof to muse, 
 And marvaile more howe he the same could use. 
 
 His lustlesse limmes which wonted were to syt, 
 In quiet chaire, with pen and paper prest, 
 Were armed nowe with helme and harnesse fyt, 
 To seeke adventures boldly with the best, 
 Hee went to warres that wont to live in rest. 
 And warres in deede he made withouten blowes, 
 For why his friendes were nowe become his foes. 
 
 Such was his hap to warre both night and daye, 
 To watche and warde at every time and tyde, 
 Though foes were farre yet skowted he alwaye, 
 And when they came he must their brontes abide. 
 Who ever fled he would his head not hyde. 
 For sure dispayre his corpse so close had armed, 
 That by deathes darte he could no whit be harmed. 
 
 In his Ensigne these collours gan he chuse, 
 Blacke, white, and greene, first blacke for morning mone, 
 Then white for chaste, because he did refuse, 
 (Thenceforth) to thinke but even of hir alone. 
 A bende of greene : for though his joyes were gone, 
 Yet should it seeme he hoped for a daye, 
 And in that bende his name he dyd displaye. 
 
 That selfe same name which in his will he wrote, 
 (You knowe my minde) when he was out of tune a, 
 When he subscribde (which may not bee forgote) 
 Howe that his name was Fato Non F[o]rtuna. 
 And as I gesse bicause his love was Una, 
 That played hir pranckes according to hir kinde, 
 He wrote these wordes hir best excuse to finde. 
 
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DAN BARTHOLMEW 
 
 As who should saye, lo destenies me drive, 
 And happe could not have overthrowen me thus : 
 I constrew this because I do beleeve, 
 That once againe he wyll bee amorous, 
 I fere it muche by him that dyed for us, 
 And who so doubtes that causeles thus I faint 
 Let him but reade the greene Knights heavy plaint 
 
 Bartelh he which writeth ryding tales, 
 Bringes in a Knight which cladde was all in greene, 
 That sighed sore amidde his greevous gales, 
 And was in hold as Bartholmew hath beene. 
 But (for a placke) it maye therein be seene, 
 That, that same Knight which there his griefes begonne, 
 Is Batts owne Fathers Sisters brothers Sonne. 
 
 Well since my borrell braine is all to bloont 
 To give a gesse what ende this man shall have, 
 And since he rageth not as he was woont, 
 Although sometimes he seeme (alite) to crave, 
 Yet wyll I not his doinges so deprave, 
 As for to judge (before I see his ende) 
 What harder happe his angrie starres can sende. 
 
 And therewithall my wearye muse desires, 
 To take her rest : and pardon craves also, 
 That shee presumde to bring hir selfe in bryers, 
 By penning thus this true report of wo : 
 With sillye grace these sorye rimes maye go, 
 In such a rancke as Bartholmew hath plast, 
 So that shee feares hir cunning is disgrast. 
 
 But take them yet in gree as they be ment, 
 And wayle with mee the losse of such a man : 
 I coumpt him lost because I see him bent, 
 To yeld againe where first his greefe began, 
 And though I cannot write as others can 
 Some mournefull verse to move you mone his fall, 
 Yet weepe (with me) you faythfull lovers all. 
 
 Finis. quod Dixit & Dixit. 
 
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OF BATHE 
 
 Lenvoye. 
 
 SYr Salamanke to thee this tale is tolde, 
 Peruse it well and call unto thy minde, 
 The pleasaunt place where thou dydst first behold 
 The rewfull rymes : remember how the Winde 
 Dyd calmelye bloive : and made me leave behinde, 
 Some leaves thereof: whiles I sate reading styll, 
 And thou then seemdst to hearken with good wyll. 
 
 Beleeve me nowe, hadst thou not seemd to lyke 
 The wofull wordes of Bartholmews discourse, 
 They should have lyen styll drowned in the dyke, 
 Lyke Sybylls leaves which flye with lytle force, 
 But for thou seemdst to take therein remorce, 
 I sought againe in corners of my brest, 
 To finde them out and place them with the rest. 
 
 Such skyll thou hast to make me (foole) beleeve, 
 My babies are as brave as any bee, 
 Well since it is so, let it never greeve 
 Thy friendly minde this worthlesse verse to see 
 In print at last : for trust thou unto mee, 
 Thine onely prayse dyd make me venture forth, 
 To set in shewe a thing so litle worth. 
 
 Thus unto thee these leaves I recommend, 
 To reade, to raze, to view, and to correcl, 
 Vouchsafe (my friend) therein for to amend 
 That is amisse, remember that our se£t, 
 Is sure to bee with floutes alwayes infeSt. 
 And since most mockes wyll light uppon my muse, 
 Vouchsafe (my friend) hir faultes for to peruse. 
 
 Tarn Marti quam Mercurio. 
 
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£•? The fruites of Warre, 
 written uppon this Theame^ 
 
 Duke Bellum inexpertis, and it was 
 written by peecemeale at sundrye 
 tymes, as the Audthour had vacaunt ley- 
 sures from service, being begon at Delfe in 
 Hollande, and dyredted to the ryght 
 honourable the Lord Greye of 
 Wylton as appeareth 
 by the Epistle De- 
 dicatory next 
 following. 
 
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5" To the Right honorable and mine espe- 
 
 ciall good Lorde, The Lorde Greye 
 of Wylton. 
 
 MY Singular good Lorde : I am of opinion that long 
 before this time your honour hath throughly perused 
 the booke, which I prepared to bee sent unto you somewhat 
 before my comming hyther, and therewithall I doe lykewise 
 conjedlour that you have founde therein just cause to laugh at 
 my follies forepassed. So that I am partly in doubte whether I 
 were more overseene in my first devising, or in my last dyreft- 
 ing of the same ? But as fantasticall humours are common 
 imperfe&ions in greene unmellowed braines : So hope I yet that 
 your good Lordshippe wyll rather winke at my weakenesse in 
 generallitie, then reprove my rashnesse in perticularitie. And 
 because I would bee glad, to drawe your Lordshippe into forget- 
 fulnesse thereof, by freshe recorde of some more martiall matter, 
 as also for that I would have your Honour perceave that in 
 these lyngering broyles, I doe not altogeather passe over my 
 time in ydlenesse : I have therefore thought meete nowe to 
 present you with this Pamphlete written by stelth at such times 
 as we Loytered from service. And the sobjeft thereof being 
 warre, I could not more convenientlye addresse the same unto 
 any Marshiall man, then unto your good Lordshippe : Whome 
 I have heard to be an universall patrone of all Souldiours, and 
 have found to bee an exceeding favourour of mee your unworthy 
 follower. The verse is roughe. And good reason, sithence it 
 treateth of roughe matters, but if the sence be good then have I 
 hyt the marke which I shote at : Knowing that your Lord- 
 shippe can winne Honny out of the Thistle. And such as it 
 is, I dyreft it unto your Honour. Beseeching the same, to take 
 it in gree, and to perceave that I am and ever wyll continew. 
 
 Your Lordships most bounden 
 and assured: George Gascoigne. 
 
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Dulce bellum inexpertis. 
 
 TO write of Warre and wote not what it is, 
 Nor ever yet could march where War was made, 
 May well be thought a worke begonne amis, 
 A rash attempt, in woorthlesse verse to wade, 
 To tell the trial], knowing not the trade : 
 Yet such a vaine even nowe doth feede my Muse, 
 That in this theame I must some labor use. 
 
 2 And herewithal I cannot but confesse, 
 Howe unexpert I am in feates of warre : 
 
 For more than wryting doth the same expresse, 
 I may not boast of any cruell jarre, 
 Nor vaunt to see full valiant fadts from farre: 
 I have nor bene in Turkie, Denmarke, Greece, 
 Ne yet in Colch, to winne a Golden fleece. 
 
 3 But nathelesse I some what reade in writte, 
 0[f] high exploits by Martiall men ydone, 
 And thereupon I have presumed yet, 
 
 To take in hande this Poeme now begonne : 
 Wherin I meane to tell what race they ronne, 
 Who followe Drummes before they knowe the dubbe, 
 And bragge of Mars before they feele his clubbe. 
 
 4 Which talk to tell, let first with penne declare & definite. 
 What thing warre is, and wherof it proceeds, 
 
 What be the fruites that fall unto their share 
 That gape for honor by those haughtie deeds, 
 What bloudie broyles in every state it breeds : 
 A weary worke uneths I shall it write, 
 Yet (as I may) I must the same endite. 
 
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DULCE BELLUM INEXPERTIS 
 
 5 The Poets olde in their fonde fables faine, 
 That mightie Mars is god of Warre and Strife, 
 
 Poetes& These Astronomers thinke, where Mars doth raigne, 
 
 definition. That all [d]ebate and discorde must be rife, 
 
 Some thinke Bellona goddesse of that life : 
 
 So that some one, and some another judge, 
 
 To be the cause of every greevous grudge. 
 
 6 Among the rest that Painter had some skill, 
 Painters Which thus in armes did once set out the same, 
 
 P ' on ' A fielde of Geules, and on a Golden hill 
 A stately towne consumed all with flame, 
 On cheafe of Sable (taken from the dame) 
 A sucking babe (oh) borne to bide myschaunce, 
 Begoarde with bloud, and perced with a launce. 
 
 7 On high the Helme, I beare it well in minde, 
 The Wreath was Silver poudred all with shot, 
 About the which (goutti du sang) did twinde 
 
 A roll of Sable, blacke and foule beblot, 
 The Creast two handes, which may not be forgot, 
 For in the Right a trenchand blade did stande, 
 And in the Left a fine burning brande. 
 
 8 Thus Poets, Painters, and Astronomers, 
 Have given their gesse this subjeft to define, 
 Yet are those three, and with them travellers, 
 Not best betrust among the Worthies nine, 
 Their woordes and workes are deemed not divine : 
 But why ? God knowes (my matter not [t]o marre,) 
 Unlesse it be bicause they faine to farre. 
 
 9 Well then, let see what sayth the common voice, 
 Sale's " These olde sayde sawes, of warre what can they say? 
 opinion. Who list to harken to their whispring noise, 
 
 May heare them talke and tattle day by day, 
 That Princes pryde is cause of warre alway : 
 Plentie brings pryde, pryde plea, plea pine, pine peace, 
 Peace plentie, and so (say they) they never cease. 
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 10 And though it have bene thought as true as Steele, 
 Which people prate, and preach above the rest, 
 
 Yet could I never any reason feele, 
 
 To thinke Vox populi vox Dei est, 
 
 As for my skill, I compt him but a beast, 
 
 Which trusteth truth to dwell in common speeche, 
 
 Where every lourden will become a leech. 
 
 1 1 Then what is warre ? define it right at last, 
 And let us set all olde sayde sawes aside, 
 
 Let Poets lie, let Painters faigne as fast, 
 Astronomers let marke how starres do glide, 
 And let these Travellers tell wonders wide : 
 But let us tell by trustie proufe of truth, 
 What thing is warre which raiseth all this ruth. 
 
 12 And for my parte my fansie for to wright, 
 
 I say that warre is even the scourge of God, The Authors 
 
 _, J . . 11# . ° ,. i-i definition. 
 
 Tormenting such as dwell in pnncelie plight, 
 Yet not regarde the reaching of his rodde, 
 Whose deedes and dueties often times are odde, 
 Who raunge at randon jesting at the just, 
 As though they raignde to do even what they lust. 
 
 13 Whome neyther plague can pull into remorse, 
 Nor dearth can drawe to mende that is amisse, 
 Within whose hearts no pitie findeth force, 
 
 Nor right can rule to judge what reason is. 
 Whome sicknesse salveth not, nor bale brings blisse : 
 Yet can high Jove by waste of bloudie warre, 
 Sende scholemaisters to teach them what they are. 
 
 14 Then since the case so plaine by proufe doth stande, 
 That warre is such, and such alwayes it was, 
 
 Howe chaunceth then that many take in hande 
 To joy in warre, whiles greater pleasures passe? 
 Who compt the quiet Burgher but an Asse, 
 That lives at ease contented with his owne, 
 Whiles they seeke more and yet are overthrowne. 
 
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DULCE BELLUM INEXPERTIS 
 
 15 If Mars moove warre, as Starcoonners can tel, 
 And Poets eke in fables use to faine, 
 
 Or if Bellona cause mennes heartes to swell 
 By deadly grudge, by rancor or dysdaine, 
 Then what delight may in that life remaine ? 
 Where anger, wrath, teene, mischiefe and debate, 
 Do still upholde the pillers of the State ? 
 
 16 If Painters craft have truly warre dysplayde, 
 Then is it woorsse (and badde it is at best) 
 
 Where townes destroyde, and fields with bloud berayde, 
 Yong children slaine, olde widdowes foule opprest, 
 Maydeis ravished, both men and wives distrest : 
 Short tale to make, where sworde and cindring flame 
 Consume as much as earth and ayre may frame. 
 
 17 If pryde make warre (as common people prate) 
 Then is it good (no doubt) as good may bee, 
 
 For pryde is roote of evill in everie state, 
 
 The sowrse of sinne, the very feend his fee, 
 
 The head of Hell, the bough, the braunch, the tree, 
 
 From which do spring and sproute such fleshlie seedes, 
 
 As nothing else but moane and myschiefe breedes. 
 
 18 But if warre be (as I have sayde before) 
 
 Gods scourge, which doth both Prince and people tame, 
 
 Then warne the wiser sorte by learned lore, 
 
 To flee from that which bringeth naught but blame, 
 
 And let men compt it griefe and not a game, 
 
 To feele the burden of Gods mightie hande, 
 
 When he concludes in judgement for to stande. 
 
 19 Oh Prince be pleasde with thine owne diademe, 
 Prince. Confine thy countries with their common boundes, 
 
 Enlarge no lande, ne stretch thou not thy streame, 
 Penne up thy pleasure in Repentance poundes, 
 Least thine owne sworde be cause of all thy woundes : 
 Claime nought by warre where title is not good, 
 It is Gods scourge, then Prince beware thy bloud. 
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DULCE BELLUM INEXPERTIS 
 
 20 Oh Dukes, oh Earls, oh Barons, Knights & squiers, 
 Kepe you content with that which is your owne, Nobiiitie. 
 Let braverie never bring you in his briers, 
 
 Seeke not to mowe where you no seede have sowne, 
 Let not your neighbors house be overthrowne, 
 To make your garden straight, round, even and square, 
 For that is warre, (Gods scourge) then Lordes beware. 
 
 21 Oh bishops, deacons, prelates, priests and all, 
 
 Strive not for tythes, for glebelande, nor for fees, Preiacie. 
 
 For polling Peter pens, for popish Pall, 
 
 For proud pluralities, nor newe degrees, 
 
 And though you thinke it lubberlike to leese, 
 
 Yet shoulde you lende that one halfe of your cote : 
 
 Then Priests leave warre, and learne to sing that note. 
 
 22 Oh lawlesse Lawyers, stoppe your too long nose, 
 Wherwith you smell your needie neighbors lacke, Lawyers. 
 Which can pretende a title to suppose, 
 
 And in your rules uplandish loutes can racke, 
 Till you have brought their wealth unto the wracke : 
 This is plaine warre, although you terme it strife, 
 Which God will scourge, then Lawyers leave this life. 
 
 23 Oh Merchants make more conscience in an oth, 
 Sell not your Silkes by danger nor deceyte, 
 
 Breake not your bankes with coine and credite bothe, Merchants. 
 
 Heape not your hoordes by wilinesse of weyght, 
 
 Set not to sale your subtilties by sleight, 
 
 Breede no debate by bargayning for dayes, 
 
 For God will skourge such guiles tenne thousand wayes. 
 
 24 Oh countrie clownes, your closes see you keepe, Husbandmen. 
 With hedge, & ditche, & marke your meade with meares, 
 
 Let not dame flatterie in your bosome creepe, 
 To tell a fittone in your Landlordes eares, 
 And say the ground is his as playne appeares. 
 Where you but set the bounders foorth to farre : 
 Plie you the plough and be no cause of warre. 
 
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DULCE BELLUM INEXPERTIS 
 
 25 Oh common people clayme nothing but right, 
 comunaitie. And ceasse to seeke that you have never lost, 
 
 Strive not for trifles : make not all your might, 
 To put your neighbours purse to needelesse cost, 
 When your owne gilte is spent, then farewell frost: 
 The Lawyer gaynes, and leades a Lordly lyfe, 
 Whiles you leese all and begge to stinte your stryfe. 
 
 26 Knew Kings and Princes what a payne it were, 
 To winne mo realmes than any witte can weelde, 
 To pine in hope, to fret as fast for feare, 
 
 To see their subjects murdred in the field, 
 To loose at last, and then themselves to yeeld, 
 To breake sounde sleepe with carke and inward care, 
 They would love peace, and bidde warre well to fare. 
 
 27 If noble men and gentle bloodes y borne, 
 Wist what it were to have a widdowes curse, 
 
 Knew they the skourge of God (which wrogs doth skorne) 
 Who sees the poore still wronged to the worse, 
 Yet stayes revenge till he it list disburse : 
 Wist they what were to catche Gods afterclappes, 
 Then would they not oppresse somuch perhappes. 
 
 28 These spirituall Pastors, nay these spitefull Popes, 
 Which ought to lende a lanterne to the rest, 
 
 Had they themselves but light to see the ropes, 
 And snares of Hell which for their feete are drest, 
 Bicause they pill and pole, bycause they wrest. 
 Bycause they covet more than borrell men, 
 (flarde be their hartes) yet would they tremble then. 
 
 29 Lawyers and Marchants put them both yfeare, 
 Could they foresee how fast theyr heyres lashe out, 
 If they in minde this old Proverbe could beare, 
 
 De bonis makpartu vix (through out) 
 Gaudebit tertius hceres out of doubt, 
 They would percase more peace than plea procure, 
 Since goods ill got, so little time endure. 
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 30 Whiles Pierce the Plowma hopes to picke a thake, 
 By moving boundes (which got skarce graze his goose) 
 His Landlord lawes so long to winne that banke, 
 
 Till at the last the Ferme and all flies loose, 
 Then farewell Pierce the man proves but a mouse, 
 And seekes a cottage if he could one get, 
 So fayre he fisht by moving mischief yet. 
 
 31 If common people could foresee the fine, 
 Which lights at last by lashing out at lawe, 
 
 Then who best loves this question, Myne or Thyne, 
 Would never grease the greedy sergeants pawe, 
 But sit at home and learne this old sayde sawe, 
 Had I revenged bene of every harme, 
 My coate had never kept me balfe so warme. 
 
 32 But whether now ? my wittes are went awrie, 
 I have presumde to preache to long God wote, 
 Where mine empryse was well to testifie 
 
 How sweet warre is to such as knowe it not, 
 I have but toucht their yll luck and their lot, 
 Which are the cause why strife and warres begin, 
 Nought have I sayd of such as serve therein. 
 
 33 And therwithal I termed have all strife, 
 All quarells, contecks, and all cruell jarres, 
 Oppressions, bryberes, and all greedy life, 
 
 To be (in genere) no bet than warres, 
 
 Wherby my theame is stretcht beyond the starres, 
 
 And I am entred in a field so large, 
 
 As to much matter doth my Muse surcharge. 
 
 34 But as the hawke which soareth in the skie, 
 And clymbes aloft for sollace of hir wing, 
 
 The greater gate she getteth up on highe, 
 The truer stoupe she makes at any thing : 
 So shall you see my Muse by wandering, 
 Finde out at last the right and ready way, 
 And kepe it sure though earst it went astray. 
 
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 35 My promisse was, and I recorde it so, 
 
 To write in verse (God wot though lyttle worth) 
 That warre seemes sweete to such as little knowe 
 What commes therby, what frutes it bringeth forth : 
 Who knowes none evil his minde no bad abhorth, 
 But such as once have fealt the skortching fire, 
 Will seldome (efte) to play with flame desire. 
 
 36 Then warre is badde : and so it is in deede, 
 Yet are three sortes which therin take delight, 
 But who they be now herken and take heede, 
 
 For (as I may) I meane their names to wright, 
 The first hight Haughtie harte, a man of might, 
 The second Greedy minde most men do call, 
 And Miser (he the mome) comes last of all. 
 
 37 As for the first, three sparkes of mighty moode 
 Haughty Desire of fame, disdayne of Idlenesse, 
 
 And hope of honor, so inflame his bloud, 
 That he haunts warre to winne but worthinesse, 
 His doughty deedes alwayes declare no lesse : 
 For whyles most men for gaines or malice fight, 
 He gapes for glory setting lyfe but light. 
 
 38 O noble mind : alas and who could thinke, 
 So good a hart so hard a happe should have ? 
 
 A sweete perfume to fall into a sinke, 
 A costly jewell in a swelling wave, 
 Is happe as harde as if in greedy grave, 
 The lustiest lyfe should shryned be perforce, 
 Before dyre deathe gyve sentence of divorce. 
 
 39 And such I counte the happe of Haughty hart, 
 Which hunts (nought els) but honor for to get, 
 Where treason, malyce, sicknesse, sore and smarte, 
 With many myschieves moe his purpose let, 
 
 And he meane while (which might have spent it bet) 
 But loseth time, or doth the same mispend, 
 Such guerdons gives the wicked warre at end. 
 
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 40 I set aside to tell the restlesse toyle, 
 The mangled corps, the lamed limbes at last, 
 The shortned yeares by fret of fevers foyle, 
 
 The smoothest skinne with skabbes and skarres disgrast, 
 The frolicke favour frounst and foule defast, 
 The broken sleepes, the dreadfull dreames, the woe, 
 Which wonne with warre and cannot from him goe. 
 
 41 I list not write (for it becommes me not) 
 The secret wrath which God doth kindle oft, 
 To see the sucklings put unto the pot, 
 
 To heare their giltlesse bloode send cries alofte, 
 And call for vengeance unto him, but softe 
 The Souldiours they commit those heynous aftes, 
 Yet Kings and Captaynes answere for such fadtes. 
 
 42 What neede me now at large for to rehearse, 
 The force of Fortune, when she list to frowne ? 
 Why should I heere display in barreyne verse, 
 How realmes are turned topsie turvie downe, 
 
 How Kings and Keysars loose both clayme and crowne ? 
 Whose haughty harts to hent all honour haunte, 
 Till high mishaps their doughtiest deedes do daunte. 
 
 43 All these with mo my penne shall overpasse, 
 Since Haughty harte hath fixt his fansie thus, 
 
 Let chaunce (sayeth he) be fickell as it was, 
 
 Sit bonus (in re mala) Animus, 
 
 Nam omne solum viro forti Ius. 
 
 And fie (sayeth he) for goods or filthie gaine, 
 
 I gape for glorie, all the rest is vayne. 
 
 44 Vayne is the rest, and that most vayne of all, 
 A smouldring smoke which flieth with every winde, 
 A tickell treasure, like a trendlyng ball, 
 
 A passing pleasure mocking but the minde, 
 A fickle fee as fansie well can finde. 
 A sommers fruite whiche long can never last, 
 But ripeneth soone, and rottes againe as fast. 
 
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 45 And tell me Haughty harte, confesse a truth, 
 What man was aye so safe in Glories porte, 
 But traynes of treason (oh the more the ruth) 
 Could undermine the Bulwarkes of this forte, 
 And raze his ramparts downe in sundrie sorte ? 
 Searche all thy bookes, and thou shalt finde therein, 
 That honour is more harde to holde than winne. 
 
 CtBsar. 
 
 46 Aske Julius Casar if this tale be true, 
 The man that conquered all the world so wide, 
 Whose onely worde commaunded all the crue, 
 Of Romayne Knights at many a time and tide, 
 Whose pompe was thought so great it could not glide. 
 At last with bodkins dubd and doust to death, 
 And all his glorie banisht with his breath. 
 
 47 Of malice more what should I make discource, 
 Than thy foule fall proude Pompey by thy name, 
 Pompey. Whose swelling harte envying Caesars force, 
 
 Did boyle and burne in will and wicked flame, 
 By his downe fall thy fonder clyme to frame, 
 Till thine owne head bebathed with enmies teares, 
 Did ende thy glorie with thy youthfull yeares. 
 
 Montacute 
 Earle of 
 Salisbury. 
 
 48 Alas alas how many may we reade, 
 Whome sicknesse sithe hath cut as greene as grasse ? 
 Whome colde in Campes hath chaungd as pale as leade ? 
 Whose greace hath molt all caffed as it was, 
 
 With charges given, with skarmouching in chasse ? 
 Some lamed with goute (soone gotten in the field) 
 Some forst by fluxe all glorie up to yeeld. 
 
 49 Of sodayne sores, or clappes caught unaware, 
 By sworde, by shotte, by mischief, or by mine, 
 What neede I more examples to declare, 
 
 Then Montacute which died by doome devine ? 
 For when he had all France defaycft, in fine, 
 From lofty towre discovering of his foes, 
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 50 I had forgot (wherein I was to blame) 
 Of bolde brave Bourbon somewhat for to say- 
 That Haughty hart whome never Prince could tame, 
 Whome neyther towne could stoppe nor wall let way, Borion. 
 Nor king nor Keyser could his jorney stay : 
 
 His Epitaph downe set upon his Tombe 
 Declares no lesse : I leave it to your doome. 
 
 Devitto Gallo, AuSto Imperio, Pontifice obsesso, Italia superata, Borbons 
 Roma capta, Borbonii hoc marmor habet cineres. pltap ' 
 
 51 Oh glorious title ringing out renowne. 
 Oh Epitaph of honor and high happe, 
 
 Who reades the same as it is there set downe, 
 Would thinke that Borbon sate in fortunes lappe, 
 And could not fall by chaunce of after clappe : 
 Yet he that wrote this thundring flattering verse, 
 Left out one thing which I must needes rehearse. 
 
 52 For when he had his king by warre foredone, 
 Enlargde the Empyre and besiegde the Pope, 
 Tane Rome, and Italy had overronne, 
 
 Yet was he forst, alwayes from lawes to lope, 
 And trudge from triall so to scape the rope : 
 Yea more than that a banisht man be served, 
 Least loved of them whose thanks he most deserved. 
 
 53 Lo lordings here a lesson for the nones, 
 Behold this glasse and see yourselves therein, 
 This Epitaph was writte for worthy ones, 
 
 For Haughty harts which honor hunt to winne. 
 Beware beware, what broyles you do begin. 
 For smiling lucke hath oft times Finem duram, 
 And therefore thinke possit viiloria Curam. 
 
 54 And yet if glory do your harts inflame, 
 Or hote desire a haughty name to have, 
 
 Or if you thirst for high renowne or fame, 
 To blase such brute as time might not deprave, 
 You leese the labour that you might well save : 
 For many a prayse in that meane while you past, 
 Which (bet than warre) might make your name to last. 
 
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 55 As first (percase) you skipt Phylosophie, 
 That noble skill which doth surmount the rest, 
 Wherto if you had tied your memorie, 
 
 Then bruntes of warre had never bruzde your brest, 
 Yet had our name bene blazde, and you bene blest : 
 Arutotie. Aske Aristotle if I speake amis, 
 
 Fewe Souldiers fame can greater be than his. 
 
 56 Next Rethorike, that hoonnie harmelesse arte, 
 Which conquers moe than warre can well subdue, 
 You past it by, and therfore loose your parte 
 
 Of glories great, which thereunto are due, 
 And might by right your names for aye renue : 
 Such glory loe did Cicero attaine, 
 Which longer lasts, than other glories vaine. 
 
 Cicero, 
 
 Avicene. 
 
 57 Of Physike speake for me king Avicen, 
 Who more esteemde the meane to save himselfe, 
 Than lessons leude of proude ambitious men, 
 Which make debate for mucke and worldly pelfe : 
 Yet was his glory never set on shelfe, 
 
 Nor never shal, whyles any worlde may stande, 
 Where men have minde to take good bookes in hande. 
 
 58 What shoulde I stretch into Astronomie ? 
 Or marvels make of Musikes sugred sounde ? 
 Or beate my braynes about Geometric ? 
 
 Or in Arithmetike of artes the grounde ? 
 Since evermore it is and hath bene founde, 
 That who excels in any of the same, 
 Is sure to winne an everlasting fame. 
 
 59 My meaning is no more but to declare, 
 That Haughtie hartes do spende their time in vaine, 
 Which followe warres, and bring themselves in snare, 
 Of sundrie ylls, and many a pinching paine, 
 Whiles if they list to occupie their braine, 
 
 In other feates with lesser toile ygot, 
 They might have fame when as they have it not. 
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 60 Well, Greedie minde is of another moode, 
 That man was framde out of some other molde, Greedy 
 He followes warres for wealth and worldlie good, 
 To fill his purse with grotes and glistring golde, 
 He hopes to buie that Haughtie harte hath solde : 
 He is as hote as any man at spoile, 
 But at a breach he keepeth no such coyle. 
 
 61 Alas good Greedie minde, and canst thou finde 
 No better trade, to fill thy boystrous baggs ? 
 Is witte nowe wente so wandring from thy minde ? 
 Are all thy points so voide of Reasons taggs ? 
 Well so mayst thou come roysting home in raggs, 
 And lose thy time as Haughtie harte doth eke, 
 Whiles like a dolt thou wealth in warre dost seke. 
 
 62 O bleareyde foole, are both thine eyes beblast ? 
 Canst thou not see ? looke up (what man ?) God mend thee, 
 Looke at these Lawyers howe they purchase fast, 
 Marke wel these Marchants (better minde God send thee) 
 See howe the sutes of silke that they woulde lende thee, 
 And many mo so fine in fashion stande, 
 Till at the last they pay for unthriftes lande. 
 
 63 The Grasier gets by feeding fatte his neate, 
 The Clothier coynes by carding locks of wooll, 
 The Butcher buildes by cutting out of meate, 
 The Tanners hydes do fill his budget full, 
 The Sheep maister his olde cast croanes can cull, 
 The Shoomaker can shift by shaping shooes, 
 The Craftie bawde can live by keeping stewes. 
 
 64 The gorgeous Goldesmith getts the Divell and all, 
 The Haberdasher heapeth wealth by hattes, 
 The Barber lives by handling of his ball, 
 The Coupers house is heelde by hooping fattes, 
 The Roge rubbes out by poysoning of Rattes, 
 The Chanell raker liveth by his fee, 
 Yet compt I him more worthie prayse than thee. 
 
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 65 To rake up rytches evermore by wrong, 
 To multiplie by mooving of myschiefe, 
 
 To live by spoile which seeldome lasteth long, 
 To hoorde up heapes whiles others lacke reliefe, 
 To winne all wealth by playing of the theefe, 
 Is not so good a gaine I dare avowe, 
 As his that lives by toyling at the plowe. 
 
 66 And yet the drudge that delveth in the grounde, 
 The poorest pesant and the homeliest hinde, 
 
 The meanest man that ever yet was founde, 
 To get a gaine by any trade or kinde, 
 Lives more at rest and hath more ease of minde, 
 More sure to winne, much lesser dread to leese, 
 Than any page that lives by Mars his fees. 
 
 67 Ne will I yet affray the doubtfull hartes 
 Of such as seeke for welth in warre to fal, 
 By thundring out the sundrie sodaine smartes 
 Which daily chaunce as fortune trilles the ball : 
 Suffiseth this to proove my theame withall, 
 That every bullet hath a lighting place, 
 Though Greedie minde forseeth not that disgrace. 
 
 68 The myst of More would have, doth bleare his eyes, 
 So is he armde with avarice alway, 
 
 And as he covets more than may suffise, 
 So is he blinde and dazled day by day, 
 For whiles he ventures for a double pay, 
 He quite forgets the pay that payes for all, 
 Til Leade (for Golde) do glut his greedie gal. 
 
 69 Yea though he gaine & cram his purse with crounes, 
 And therewith scape the foemens force in fielde, 
 
 He nought foreseeth what treasons dwells in Townes, 
 Ne what mishappes his yll got goods may yeelde : 
 For so may chaunce (and seene it is not seelde) 
 His owne companions can contrive a meane, 
 To cutte his throate and rinse his budgets cleane. 
 
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 70 But if he wist, or had the witte to knowe, 
 What dangers dwell, where might beares right adowne, 
 What inwarde griefes to quiet mindes may growe 
 
 By greedie thyrst of ryches or renowne, 
 
 Where wrong of warre oft times erefts the crowne, 
 
 He would percase confesse among the rest, 
 
 That Duke helium inexpertis est. 
 
 71 So that I say as earst I sayde before, 
 That even as Haugbtie harte doth hunt in vaine, 
 Which seekes to winne most honor evermore, 
 By haunting warres : so can I see no gaine, 
 (With calme content) to feede that others vaine : 
 Wherfore my worde is still (I change it not) 
 That Warre seemes sweete to such as raunge it not. 
 
 72 Well then, let see what reason or what rule 
 
 Can Miser move, to march among the rest : Miser., 
 
 I meane not Miser he that sterves his Mule 
 
 For lacke of meate : no that were but a jest : 
 
 My Miser is as brave (sometimes) as best, 
 
 Where if he were a snudge to spare a groate, 
 
 Then Greedie minde and he might weare one coate. 
 
 73 But I by Miser meane the very man, 
 Which is enforst by chip of any chaunce, 
 To steppe aside and wander nowe and than, 
 Till lowring lucke may pipe some other daunce, 
 And in meane while yet hopeth to advaunce 
 
 His staylesse state, by sworde, by speare, by shielde, 
 Such bulwarkes (loe) my Misers braine doth builde. 
 
 74 The forlorne hope, which have set up their rest 
 By rash expence, and knowe not howe to live, 
 
 The busie braine that medleth with the best, 
 
 And gets dysgrace his rashnesse to repreeve, 
 
 The man that slewe the wight that thought to theeve, 
 
 Such and such moe which flee the Catchpols fist, 
 
 I compt them Misers, though the Queene it wist. 
 
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 75 And yet forsooth these love to live in warre, 
 When (God he knowes) they wote not what it meanes, 
 Where if they sawe how much deceyved they are, 
 Whiles they be brought into mine uncles beanes, 
 
 And hoppe in hazarde by their headie meanes : 
 Then woulde they learne and love to live at home, 
 Much rather yet than wide in warres to rome. 
 
 76 The unthrift he that selles a roode of lande, 
 Unthriftes. For Flemish stickes of Silkes and such like wares, 
 
 Weenes yet at last to make a happie hande 
 
 By bloudie warre, and hopes to shredde such shares, 
 
 In goods yll got to countervaile his cares, 
 
 That he may once recover his estate, 
 
 To royst againe in spite of Catchpolles pate. 
 
 77 The restlesse tong [that] tattleth still at large, 
 Praters. Till just correction cause it to be still, 
 
 Is banisht oft, and sitts in Misers barge, 
 To brydle so the wandring of his will : 
 Yet when he heares a trumpet sounding shrill, 
 He followes fast, and to himselfe he sayes, 
 Nowe can I keepe me out of Catchpols wayes. 
 
 78 The bloudie murdrer and the craftie theefe, 
 Felons Which have by force or fraude done what offence, 
 
 To creepe in corners, oh they thinke it leefe, 
 Though Miser there do pay for their expehce : 
 But when they heare a pay proclaimde for pence, 
 Loe then they trudge, and gape to get such wealth, 
 As may discharge their heads from hangmans health. 
 
 79 Of these three sortes full many have I seene, 
 Some hate the streates, bicause the stones were hot, 
 Some shunde the Court (& though they lovde our Queene) 
 Yet in the Counsellors wayes they stumbled not, 
 
 Some might not drinke of Justice Griffyns pot : 
 But all and some had rather fight with foes, 
 Than once to light within the lappes of those. 
 
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 80 As for the first what neede I much to wright? 
 Since now adayes the Sunne so hote doth shine, 
 That fewe yong blouds (unlesse it be by night) 
 Can byde the streates : no, narrowe lanes be fine, 
 Where every shade may serve them for a shrine : 
 But in Cheapside the Sunne so scaldes the streete, 
 That every paving stone would partch their feete. 
 
 81 So of the seconde somwhat coulde I say, 
 Howe tattling tungs and busie byting pennes, 
 Have fledde from Court long sithens many a day, 
 And bene full gladde to lurke in Misers dennes, 
 Some for their owne speech, some for other mennes, 
 Some for their bookes bicause they wrote too much, 
 Yea some for rymes, but sure I knowe none such. 
 
 82 And for the thirde, I cannot blame them I, 
 If they at barre have once helde up their hande, 
 
 And smelt the smoke which might have made them frie, 
 Or learnde the leape out of their native lande, 
 Me thinke if then their cause be rightly scande, 
 That they should more delight to follow drummes, 
 Than byde at home to come in hangmans thumbes. 
 
 83 But holla yet, and lay a strawe thereby, 
 For whyles they scape for one offence or twaine, 
 They goe so long to schole with fellonie, 
 
 And learne such lessons in the Soldiers traine, 
 That all delayes are dalied but in vaine : 
 For commonly at their home come they pay, 
 The debt which hangman claimde earst many a day. 
 
 84 How much were better then, with contrite harte 
 First to repent, and then to make amendes ? 
 
 And therwithall to learne by troubles smarte, 
 What sweete repose the lawfull life us lendes : 
 For when such plagues the mightie God us sendes, 
 They come aswell to scourge offences past, 
 As eke to teach a better trade at last. 
 
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 85 And eke how much were better for the first, 
 To beare lowe sayle, beginne the worlde anewe, 
 And stande content to muster with the worst, 
 Till God convey them to some better crewe, 
 
 It better were to bydde all pryde adieu, 
 And stoupe betimes in hope to ryse againe, 
 Than still to strive against the streame in vaine. 
 
 86 So were more meete for mealy mouthed men, 
 And busie medlers with their Princes mates, 
 Wryters and rimers for to turne their penne 
 
 In humble style unto the loftie states, 
 
 And eke with tongue attending at their gates, 
 
 In lowly wise their favour to beseeche, 
 
 Than still to stande in stoute and sturdie speech. 
 
 87 But mighty Mars hath many men in store, 
 Which wayte alwayes to keepe his kingdome up, 
 Of whome no one doth shewe his service more, 
 Than lingring Hope which still doth beare his cuppe, 
 And flatteringly lendes every man a suppe, 
 
 Which haunts his courte or in his progresse passe. 
 Hope brings the bolle whereon they all must quasse. 
 
 88 Th' ambitious Prince doth hope to conquer all, 
 The Dukes, Earles, Lords, & Knights hope to be kings, 
 The Prelates hope to pushe for Popish pall, 
 
 Hope is The Lawyers hope to purchase wonderous things, 
 
 towar!"* The Merchaunts hope for no lesse reckenings, 
 The peasant hopes to get a Ferme at least, 
 All men are guestes where Hope doth holde the feast. 
 
 89 Amongst the rest poore Miser is so drie, 
 And thristeth so to taste of some good chaunge 
 That he in haste to Hope runnes by and by. 
 
 And drinkes so deepe (although the taste be straunge,) 
 That madding moode doth make his wittes to raunge, 
 And he runnes on w[h]ere Hope doth leade the way, 
 Most commonly (God knowes) to his decaye. 
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 90 So that for companie he sings the same, 
 Which Haughty harte and Greedy minde do sing 
 He saieth that Bellum breedeth grief of game : 
 And though at first it seeme a pleasant thing 
 At last (sayeth he) it striketh with a sting, 
 
 And leaves a skarre although the wound be heald, 
 Which gives disgrace and cannot be cohceald. 
 
 91 To prove this true how many in my dayes, 
 (And I for one) might be rehearced here, 
 
 Who after proofe of divers wandring wayes, 
 
 Have bene constreynd to sit with sorie cheere, 
 
 Close in a corner fumbled up for feare ? 
 
 Till fro such dennes, drummes dubbe hath calld the forth, 
 
 To chaunge their chaunce for lottes (ofte) little worth. 
 
 92 But here (me thinks) I heare some carping tong, 
 That barkes apace and killes me with his crie, 
 
 [M]e thinkes he sayes that all this geare goeth wrong, 
 When workes of warre are wrotte by such as I, 
 Me thinkes I heare him still this text applie, 
 That evill may those presume to teache a trade, 
 Which nay themselves in Schollers roome did wade. 
 
 93 And for bycause my selfe confessed have, 
 That (more than might by writte expressed be) 
 I may not seeme above my skill to brave, 
 Since yet mine eyes the warres did never see : 
 Therefore (say some) how fonde a foole is he, 
 That takes in hande to write of worthy warre, 
 Which never yet hath come in any jarre ? 
 
 94 No jarre (good sir) yes yes and many jarres, 
 For though my penne of curtesie did putte, 
 
 A difference twixt broyles and bloudie warres, 
 
 Yet have I shot at maister Bel/urns butte, 
 
 And throwen his ball although I toucht no tutte : 
 
 I have percase as deepely dealt the dole, 
 
 As he that hit the marke and gat the gole. 
 
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 Flushyng 
 frayes & 
 fleesing of 
 Flaunders. 
 
 Aerden- 
 burgh. 
 
 95 For I have seene full many a Flushyng fraye, 
 And fleest in Flaunders eke among the rest, 
 
 The bragge of Bruges, where was I that daye ? 
 
 Before the walles good sir as brave as best, 
 
 And though I marcht all armde withouten rest, 
 
 From Aerdenburgh and back againe that night, 
 
 Yet madde were he that would have made me knight. 
 
 96 So was I one forsooth that kept the towne, 
 Of Aerdenburgh (withouten any walles) 
 
 From all the force that could be dressed downe, 
 By Alba Duke for all his cries and calles, 
 A high exployte. Wee held the Flemings thralles, 
 Seven dayes and more without or bragges or blowes, 
 For all that while we never herd of foes. 
 
 97 I was againe in trench before Tergoes, 
 T<=rgoes. (I dare not say in siege for bothe mine eares) 
 
 For looke as oft as ever Hell brake lose, 
 
 I meane as often as the Spainish peares, 
 
 Made salie foorth (I speake this to my pheares) 
 
 It was no more but which Cock for a groate, 
 
 Such troupes we were to keepe them up in coate. 
 
 98 Yet surely this withouten bragge or boast, 
 Our English bloudes did there full many a deede, 
 Which may be Chronicled in every coaste, 
 
 For bolde attempts, and well it was agreed, 
 That had their heades bene rulde by warie heede, 
 Some other feate had bene attempted then, 
 To shew their force like worthie English men. 
 
 * The Prince 
 of Orenge 
 his name is 
 Guillam of 
 Nassau. 
 
 99 Since that siege raysde I romed have about, 
 In Zeeland, Holland, Waterland, and all, 
 By sea, by land, by ayre, and ail throughout, 
 As leaping lottes, and chance did seeme to call, 
 Now here, now there, as fortune trilde the ball, 
 Where good *Guyllam of Nassau badde me be, 
 There needed I none other guyde but he. 
 
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 ioo Percase sometimes S. Gyptians pilgrymage, 
 Did carie me a moneth (yea sometimes more) 
 To brake the Bowres, and racke them in a rage, 
 Bicause they had no better cheere in store, 
 Beefe, Mutton, Capon, Plover, Pigeons, Bore, 
 All this was naught, and for no Souldiours toothe, 
 Were these no jarres ? (speake now Sir) yes forsoothe. 
 
 I Oi And by my troth to speake even as it is, 
 Such prankes were playde by Souldiours dayly there, 
 And though my self did not therein amisse, 
 (As God he knowes and men can witnesse beare,) 
 Yet since I had a charge, I am not cleare, 
 For seldome climes that Captaine to renowne, 
 Whose Souldiours faults so plucke his honour downe. 
 
 102 Well let that passe. I was in rolling trench, 
 At Ramykins, where little shotte was spent, 
 For gold and groates their matches still did quenche, 
 Which kept the Forte, and forth at last they went, 
 So pinde for hunger (almost tenne dayes pent) 
 That men could see no wrincles in their faces, 
 Their pouder packt in caves and privie places. 
 
 Ramykins. 
 
 103 Next that I servde by night and eke by daie, 
 By Sea, by lande, at every time and tide, 
 
 Against * Mountdragon whiles he did assaie, 
 To lande his men along the salt sea side, 
 For well he wist that Ramykins went wide, 
 And therfore sought with viftuall to supplie, 
 Poore Myddleburgh which then in suddes did lie. 
 
 104 And there I sawe full many a bold attempt, 
 By seelie soules best executed aye, 
 
 And bravest bragges (the foemens force to tempt) 
 Accomplished but coldely many a daye, 
 The Souldiour charge, the leader lope away, 
 The willing drumme a lustie marche to sounde, 
 Whiles ranke retyrers gave their enimies ground. 
 
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 105 Againe at Sea the Souldiour forward still, 
 When Mariners had little lust to fight, 
 
 And whiles we staie twixt faynte and forward will, 
 Our enemies prepare themselves to flight. 
 They hoyste up sayle (o wearie woorde to wri[gh]t) 
 They hoyste up saile that lacke both streame and windes, 
 And we stand still so forst by frowarde mindes. 
 
 106 O viftorie: (whome Haughty hartes do hunte) 
 O spoyle and praye (which greedy mindes desire) 
 
 O golden heapes (for whom these Misers wonte 
 To follow Hope which settes all hartes on fire) 
 O gayne, O golde, who list to you aspyre, 
 And glorie eke, by bolde attempts to winne, 
 There was a day to take your prisoners in. 
 
 107 The shippes retyre with riches full y fraught, 
 The Souldiours marche (meane while) into the towne, 
 The tide skarce good, the winde starke staring naught, 
 The haste so hoate that (eare they sinke the sowne) 
 They came on ground, and strike all sayles adowne : 
 While we (ay me) by backward saylers ledde, 
 
 Take up the worst when all the best are fledde. 
 
 108 Such triuphs chance where such Lieutenats rule, 
 Where will commaundes when skill is out of towne, 
 Where boldest bloudes are forced to recule, 
 
 By Simme the boteswayne when he list to frowne, 
 Where Captaynes crouch, and fishers weare the Crow-he. 
 Such happes which happen in such haplesse warres, 
 Make me to tearme them broyles and beastly jarres. 
 
 109 And in these broyles (a beastly broyle to wryte,) 
 My Colonell, and I fell at debate, 
 
 So that I left both charge and office quite, 
 A Captaynes charge and eke a Martials state, 
 Whereby I proved (perhaps though all to late) 
 How soone they fall whiche leane to rotten bowes, 
 Such faith finde they, that trust to some mens vowes. 
 
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 no My harte was high, I could not seeme to serve, 
 In regiment where no good rules remayne, 
 Where officers and such as well deserve, 
 Shall be abusde by every page and swayne, 
 Where discipline shall be but deemed vayne, 
 Where blockes are stridde by stumblers at a strawe, 
 And where selfe will must stand for martiall lawe. 
 
 in These things (with mo) I could not seeme to beare, 
 And thereupon I crackt my staffe in two, 
 Yet stayde I still though out of pay I were, 
 And learne to live as private Souldiours do, 
 I lived yet, by God and lacked too : 
 Till at the last when Beavois fledde amayne, 
 Our campe removde to streine (a) the lande van Strayne. 
 
 112 When (b) Beavois fledde, Mountdragon came to towne, 
 And like a Souldiour Myddelburgh he kept, 
 But courage now was coldly come adowne, 
 On either side : and quietly they slept, 
 So that my self from Zeland lightly lept, 
 With full entent to taste our English ale, 
 Yet first I ment to tell the Prince my tale. 
 
 (a) An Hand 
 so called 
 which was 
 sore spoyled 
 by our 
 countrymen. 
 (MACoronel 
 of the kings 
 side whiche 
 was gover- 
 nour of 
 Middelburgh 
 next before 
 Moutdragon. 
 
 113 For though the warres waxt colde in every place, 
 And small experience was there to be seene, 
 Yet thought I not to parte in such disgrace, 
 Although I longed much to see our Queene : 
 For he that once a hyred man hath bene, 
 Must take his Maisters leave before he goe, 
 Unlesse he meane to make his freend his foe. 
 
 114 Then went I straight to *Delfe, a pleasant towne, * a towne in 
 Unto that Prince, whose passing vertues shine, 
 And unto him I came on knees adowne, 
 Beseeching that his excellence in fine, 
 Would graunt me leave to see this countrey mine : 
 Not that I wearie was in warres to serve, 
 Nor that I lackt what so I did deserve. 
 
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 115 But for I found some contecke and debate, 
 In regiment where I was woont to rule, 
 
 And for I founde the staie of their estate, 
 Was forced now in townes for to recule, 
 * Christmas. I craved leave no longer but till *Tewle t 
 
 And promist then to come againe Sans fayle, 
 To spende my bloud where it might him avayle. 
 
 116 The noble Prince gave graunt to my request, 
 And made me passeporte signed with his seale, 
 
 But when I was with baggs and baggage prest, 
 The Prince began to ring another peale, 
 And sent for me, (desiring for my weale) 
 That I woulde stay a day or two, to see, 
 What was the cause he sent againe for mee. 
 
 117 My Colonell was nowe come to the Courte, 
 With whome the Prince had many things to treate, 
 And for he hoapte, in good and godlie sorte, 
 Tweene him and me to worke a friendlie feate, 
 He like a gracious Prince his braines did beate, 
 
 To set accorde betweene us if he might, 
 
 Such paynes he toke to bring the wrong to right. 
 
 118 O noble Prince, there are too fewe like thee, 
 If Vertue wake, she watcheth in thy will, 
 
 If Justice live, then surely thou art hee, 
 If Grace do growe, it groweth with thee still, 
 O worthy Prince would God I had the skill, 
 To write thy worth that men thereby might see, 
 How much they erre that speake amisse of thee. 
 
 119 The simple Sottes do coumpt thee simple too, 
 Whose like for witte our age hath seldome bredde, 
 The rayling roges mistrust thou darest not do, 
 
 As He&or did for whom the Grecians fledde, 
 Although thou yet werte never seene to dredde, 
 The slandrous tongues do say thou drinkst to much, 
 When God he knowes thy custome is not such. 
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 120 But why do I in worthlesse verse devise, 
 To write his prayse that doth excell so farre ? 
 He heard our greeves himself in gratious wise, 
 And mildly ment to joyne our angry jarre, 
 
 He ment to make that we beganne to marre : 
 But wicked wrath had some so farre enraged, 
 As by no meanes theyr malice could be swaged. 
 
 121 In this meane while the Spainiards came so neare 
 That Delfe was girte with siege on every side, 
 
 And though men might take shippyng every where, 
 
 And so be gone at any time or tide, 
 
 Yet truth to tell (I speake it for no pryde) 
 
 I could not leave that Prince in such distresse, 
 
 Which cared for me and yet the cause much lesse. 
 
 122 But see mishappe how craftely it creepes, 
 Whiles fawning fortune fleareth full in face, 
 My heavie harte within my bellie weepes, 
 
 To recken here a droppe of darke disgrace, 
 Which fell upon my pleasant plight apace, 
 And brought a packe of doubts and dumps to passe, 
 Whiles I with Prince in love and favour was. 
 
 123 A worthie dame whose prayse my penne shal write 
 (My sworde shall eke hir honour still defende) 
 
 A loving letter to me did endight, 
 
 And from the Campe the same to me did sende, 
 
 I meane from Campe where foes their force did bende : 
 
 She sent a brief unto me by hir mayde, 
 
 Which at the gates of Delfe was stoutely stayde. 
 
 124 This letter tane, I was mistrusted much, 
 And thought a man that were not for to truste, 
 
 The Burghers streight began to beare me grutche, Thefrute 
 
 And cast a snare to make my necke be trust, 
 For when ' they had this letter well discust : 
 They sent it me by hir that brought it so, 
 To trie if I would keepe it close or no. 
 
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 125 I redde the lines, and knowing whence they came, 
 My harmelesse harte began to pant apace, 
 Wei to be playne, I thought that never Dame, 
 Should make me deale in any doubtfull case, 
 Or do the thing might make me hide my face : 
 So that unto the Prince I went forthwith, 
 And shewed to him of all this packe the pith. 
 
 The 
 
 pleasauntest 
 village (as 
 I thinke) 
 that is in 
 Europe. 
 
 126 The thing God knowes was of no great emport, 
 Some freendly lines the vertuous Lady wrote 
 
 To me hir freend : and for my safe passeporte, 
 The Camepomaster Valdes his hand was gotte, 
 And seale therewith, that I might safely trotte, 
 Unto the Haghe a stately pleasaunt place, 
 Whereas remaynd this worthy womans grace. 
 
 127 And here I set in open verse to showe, 
 The whole effeft wherfore this work was wrought, 
 She had of mine (whereof few folkes did knowe) 
 A counterfayte, a thing to me deare bought, 
 Which thing to have I many time had sought 
 And when shee knew how much I did esteeme it 
 Shee vowde that none but I should thence redeeme it. 
 
 (a) for- 
 bidden. 
 
 (b) the 
 Greene 
 captaine. 
 
 128 Lo here the cause of all this secrete sleight, 
 I sweare by Jove that nothing els was ment, 
 The noble Prince (who sawe that no deceipt 
 Was practised) gave trust to mine entent : 
 
 And leave to write from whence the same was sent, 
 But still the Bowgers (Burghers should I saye) 
 Encreast their doubtes and watcht me day by day. 
 
 129 At every porte it was (forsoth) (a) belast, 
 That I (b) (die groerte Hopman) might not go out, 
 But when their foes came skirmishing full fast, 
 
 Then with the rest the Greene knight for them fought, 
 Then might he go without mistrust or doubt : 
 O drunken plompes, I playne without cause why, 
 For all cardes tolde there was no foole but I. 
 
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 130 I was the foole to fight in your defence, 
 Which know no freende, nor yet your selves full well, 
 Yet thus you see how paye proclaymde for pence, 
 Pulles needie soules in steade of heaven to hell, 
 
 And makes men hope to beare away the bell. 
 Whereas they hang in ropes that never rotte, 
 Yet warre seetnes sweete to such as know it not. 
 
 131 Well thus I dwelt in Delfe a winters tyde, 
 In Delfe (I say) without one pennie pay : 
 
 My men and I did colde and hunger bide, 
 
 To shew our truth, and yet was never day, 
 
 Wherein the Spanyard came to make us play, 
 
 But that the Greene knight was amongst the rest, 
 
 Like (c) John Greyes birde that ventred with the best. verbl pr ° 
 
 132 At last the Prince to Zeland came himselfe, 
 To hunger Middle\b~\urgh, or make it yeeld, 
 
 And I that never yet was set on shelf, 
 
 When any sayld, or winde, or waves could weeld, 
 
 Went after him to shew my selfe in field. 
 
 The selfe same man which earst I vowed to be, 
 
 A trustie man to such a Prince as he. 
 
 133 The force of Flounders, Brabant, Geldres, Fryze, 
 Henault, Artoys, Lyegeland, and Luxembrough, 
 
 Were all ybent, to bryng in new supplies 
 
 To Myddleburgh : and little all enough, 
 
 For why the («) Gteulx would neyther bend nor bough. Wpjo- 
 
 But one of force must breake and come to nought, 
 
 All (b) Walkers theirs, or Flushyng dearly bought. nind*" 1 
 
 wherein 
 #-t-*i t 1 Flushing 
 
 134 There once agayne 1 served upon seas, doth stand. 
 And for to tell the cause and how it fell, 
 
 It did one day the Prince (my chieftayne) please, 
 To aske me thus : Gascoigne (quoth he) you dwell 
 Amongst us still : and thereby seemeth well, 
 That to our side you beare a faithfull harte, 
 For else long since we should have seene you starte. 
 
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 135 But are (sayde he) your Souldiours by your side? 
 O Prince (quoth I) full many dayes be past, 
 Since that my charge did with my Cronell glyde. 
 Yet byde I here, and meane to be with last : 
 And for full proofe that this is not a blast 
 Of glorious talke : I crave some fisher boate, 
 To shew my force among this furious floate. 
 
 (c) Rigged 
 up and fully 
 furnished. 
 
 136 The Prince gan like my fayth and forward will, 
 (c) Equyppt a Hoye and set hir under sayle, 
 Wherein I served according to my skill, 
 My minde was such, my cunning could not quayle, 
 Withouten bragge of those that did assayle 
 The foemens fleete which came in good aray, 
 I put my selfe in formost ranke alway. 
 
 137 Three dayes wee fought, as long as water served, 
 And came to ancor neyghbourlike yfeere, 
 The Prince himselfe to see who best deserved, 
 Stoode every day attending on the peere, 
 And might behold what barke went formost there : 
 111 harte had he that would not stoutely fight, 
 When as his Prince is present still in sight. 
 
 (d) aTowne. 
 
 (e) a River. 
 
 (f) Lusty 
 gallants. 
 
 (g) The 
 admiral of 
 flushing, 
 (h) Julian 
 de Romero, 
 
 (i) The cas- 
 tellane of 
 Anwerp. 
 
 (k) A River. 
 
 138 At last our foes had tidings over lande, 
 
 That neare to (d) Bergh their fellowes went to wracke, 
 
 On (e) Scheld they mette by Rymerswaell a bande 
 
 Of (/) Edellbloets, who put their force abacke, 
 
 (g) Lewes de Boyzott did put them there to sacke, 
 
 And lost an eye, bicause he would resemble 
 
 (h) Dan Juliane, whome (there) he made to tremble. 
 
 139 When this was knowen (/) Sancio de Jvila, 
 Who had the charge of those that fought with us, 
 Went up the (A) Hont and tooke the ready way, 
 To Anwerpe towne : leaving in daunger thus, 
 Poore Myddelburgb which now waxt dolorous, 
 
 To see all hope of succour shrinke away, 
 Whiles they lackt bread and had done many a day. 
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 140 And when Mountdragon might no more endure, 
 He came to talke and rendred all at last, 
 
 With whome I was within the Cittie sure, 
 Before he went, and on his promisse past, 
 Such trust I had to thinke his fayth was fast: 
 I dinde, and supt, and laye within the towne, 
 A daye before he was from thence ybowne. 
 
 141 Thus Middleburgh, Armew, and all the rest, 
 Of Walkers lie became the Princes pray, 
 
 Who gave to me bycause I was so prest, 
 At such a pinche, and on a dismall day, 
 Three hundreth gilderns good above my pay. 
 And bad me bide till his abilitie, 
 Might better gwerdon my fidelitie, 
 
 142 I will not lie, these Gilderns pleasd me well, 
 And much the more bycause they came uncraved, 
 Though not unneeded as my fortune fell, 
 
 But yet thereby my credite still was saved, 
 
 My skores were payde, and with the best I braved, 
 
 Till (lo) at last, an English newe relief, 
 
 Came over seas, and Chester was their chief. 
 
 143 Of these the Prince perswaded me to take, 
 A band in charge with Coronets consent, 
 
 At whose requests I there did undertake, 
 
 To make mine ensigne once againe full bent, 
 
 And sooth to say, it was my full entent, 
 
 To loose the sadle or the horse to winne, 
 
 Such haplesse hope the Prince had brought me in. 
 
 144 Souldiours behold and Captaynes marke it well, 
 
 How hope is harbenger of all mishappe, Hope is the 
 
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 Some hope in honour tor to beare tne bell. mishappe. 
 
 Some hope for gaine and venture many a clappe, 
 Some hope for trust and light in treasons lappe. 
 Hope leades the way our lodging to prepare, 
 Where high mishap (ofte) keepes an Inne of care. 
 
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 145 I hoapt to shew such force agaynst our foes, 
 That those of Delf might see how true I was, 
 
 I hopt in deede for to be one of those 
 
 Whome fame should follow, where my feete should passe, 
 
 I hoapt for gaynes and founde great losse alas: 
 
 I hoapt to winne a worthy Souldiours name, 
 
 And light on lucke which brought me still to blame. 
 
 146 In Valkenburgh (a fort but new begonne) 
 With others moe I was ordeynde to be, 
 
 And farre beforne the worke were half way done, 
 Our foes set forth our sorie seate to see, 
 They came in time, but cursed time for mee, 
 They came before the courtine raysed were, 
 One onely foote above the trenches there. 
 
 147 What should we do, foure ensignes lately prest, 
 Five hundreth men were all the bulke we bare, 
 
 Our enimies three thousand at the least, 
 And somuch more they might alwayes prepare: 
 But that most was, the truth for to declare, 
 We had no store of pouder, nor of pence, 
 Nor meate to eate, nor meane to make defence. 
 
 148 Here some may say that we were much to blame, 
 Which would presume in such a place to byde, 
 
 And not foresee (how ever went the game) 
 Of meate and shotte our souldiours to provide: 
 Who so do say have reason on their side, 
 Yet proves it still (though ours may be the blot) 
 That warre seemes sweete to such as know it not. 
 
 149 For had our forte bene fully fortified, 
 Two thousand men had bene but few enow, 
 To man it once, and had the truth bene tried, 
 We could not see by any reason how, 
 
 The Prince could send us any succour now, 
 Which was constreynd in townes himself to shield, 
 And had no power to shew his force in field. 
 
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 150 Herewith we had nor powder packt in store, 
 Nor flesh, nor fishe, in poudring tubbes yput, 
 
 Nor meale, nor malt, nor meane (what would you more?) 
 To get such geare if once we should be shut. 
 And God he knowes, the English Souldiours gut, 
 Must have his fill of vidlualles once a day, 
 Or els he will but homely earne his pay. 
 
 151 To scuse ourselves, and Coronell withall, 
 We did foretell the Prince of all these needes, 
 Who promised alwayes to be our wall, 
 
 And badde us trust as truely as our creedes, 
 
 That all good wordes should be performd with deedes, 
 
 And that before our foes could come so neare, 
 
 He would both send us men and merrie cheare. 
 
 152 Yea Robyn Hoode, our foes came downe apace, 
 And first they chargde another Forte likewise, 
 Alphen I meane, which was a stronger place, 
 
 And yet to weake to keepe in warlike wise: 
 Five other bandes of English *Fanteries, 
 Were therein set for to defend the same, 
 And them they chargde for to beginne the game. 
 
 153 This Forte fro ours was distant ten good miles, 
 I meane such myles as English measure makes, 
 Betweene us both stoode Leyden towne therewhiles, 
 Which everie day with fayre wordes undertakes, 
 
 To feede us fat and cramme us up with cakes: 
 It made us hope it would supplie our neede, 
 For we (to it) two Bulwarkes were in deede. 
 
 154 But when it came unto the very pinche, 
 Leyden farewell, we might for Leyden sterve, 
 
 I like him well that promiseth an inche, 
 
 And payes an ell, but what may he deserve 
 
 That flatters much and can no fayth observe? 
 
 [An]d old sayd sawe, that fayre wordes make fooles fayne, 
 
 Which proverbe true, we proved to our payne. 
 
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 155 A conference among our selves we cald, 
 Of Officers and Captaynes all yfeere, 
 
 For truth (to tell) the Souldiours were apald, 
 
 And when we askt, nowe mates what merie cheere? 
 
 Their aunswere was: it is no bidyng here. 
 
 So that perforce we must from thence be gone, 
 
 Unlesse we ment to keepe the place alone. 
 
 156 Herewith we thought that if in time we went, 
 Before all streights were stopt and taken up, 
 
 We might (perhaps) our enimies prevent, 
 And teach them eke to taste of sorowes cuppe: 
 At Maesland Sluyse, wee hoped for to suppe, 
 A place whereas we might good service do, 
 To keepe them out which tooke it after too. 
 
 157 Whiles thus we talke, a messenger behold, 
 From Alphen came, and told us heavy newes, 
 Captaynes (quoth he) hereof you may be bolde, 
 Not one poore soule of all your fellowes crewes, 
 Can scape alive, they have no choyse to chuse: 
 They sent me thus to bidde you shifte in time, 
 Els looke (like them) to sticke in Spainish lime. 
 
 158 This tale once tolde, none other speech prevaylde, 
 But packe and trudge, al leysure was to long, 
 
 To mende the marte, our watche (which never faylde) 
 
 Descried our foes which marched all along, 
 
 And towards us began in hast to throng, 
 
 So that before our laste could passe the porte, 
 
 The foremost foes were now within the Forte. 
 
 159 I promest once and did performe it too, 
 To bide therein as long as any would, 
 
 What booted that ? or what could Captaynes doo, 
 When common sorte would tarie for no gould ? 
 To speake a troth, the good did what they could, 
 To keepe the badde in rankes and good araye, 
 But labour lost to hold that will away. 
 
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 1 60 It needelesse were to tell what deedes were donne, 
 Nor who did best, nor who did worst that day, 
 
 Nor who made head, nor who began to runne, 
 Nor in retreate what chief was last alway, 
 But Souldiour like we held our enimies play: 
 And every Captayne strave to do his best, 
 To stay his owne and so to stay the rest. 
 
 161 In this retyre three English miles we trodde, 
 With face to foes and shot as thicke as hayle, 
 
 Of whose choyce men full fiftie soules and odde, 
 We layed on ground, this is withouten fayle, 
 Yet of our owne, we lost but three by tale: 
 Our foes themselves confest they bought full deere, 
 The hote pursute whiche they attempted there. 
 
 162 Thus came we late at last to Leyden walks, 
 Too late, too soone, and so may we well say, 
 For notwithstanding all our cries and calks, 
 They shut their gates and turnd their eares away: 
 In" fine they did forsake us every way, 
 
 And badde us shifte to save ourselves apace, 
 For unto them were fonde to trust for grace. 
 
 163 They neither gave us meate to feede upon, 
 Nor drinke, nor powder, pickax, took nor spade, 
 So might we sterve, like misers woe begone, 
 And fend our foes, with blowes of English blade, 
 
 For shotte was shronke, and shift could none be made : 
 Yea more than this, wee stoode in open fielde, 
 Without defense from shotte our selves to shielde. 
 
 164 This thus wel weyed, whe weary night was past, 
 And day gan peepe, wee heard the Spainish drommes, 
 Which stroke a marche about us round to cast, 
 
 And foorth withall their Ensignes quickly comes, 
 At sight whereof, our Souldiours bitte their thomes: 
 For well they wist it was no boote to flie, 
 And biding there, there was no boote but die. 
 
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 165 So that we sent a drumme to suramone talke, 
 And came to Parlee middle way betweene, 
 Monsieur de Licques, and Mario did walke, 
 
 From foemens side, and from our side were seene, 
 
 My self, that matche for Mario might bene : 
 
 And Captayne Sheffield borne of noble race, 
 
 To matche de Licques, which there was chief in place. 
 
 166 Thus met we talkt, and stoode upon our toes, 
 With great demaundes whome little might content, 
 We craved not onely freedome from our foes, 
 
 But shippyng eke with sayles and all full bent, 
 To come againe from whence we first were went: 
 I meane to come, into our English coast, 
 Which soyle was sure, and might content us most. 
 
 167 An old sayde sawe, (and ofte seene) that whereas, 
 Thou comste to crave, and doubtst for to obtayne, 
 Iniquum pete (then) ut esquum feras, 
 
 This had I heard, and sure I was full fayne, 
 To prove what profite we thereby might gayne : 
 But at the last when time was stolen away, 
 We were full gladde to play another play. 
 
 168 We rendred then with safetie for our lives, 
 Our Ensignes splayed, and manyging our armes, 
 With furder fayth, that from all kinde of gives, 
 Our souldiours should remayne withouten harmes: 
 And sooth to say, these were no false allarmes, 
 
 For why? they were within twelve dayes discharged, 
 And sent away from pryson quite enlarged. 
 
 169 They were sent home, and we remayned still, 
 In pryson pent, but yet right gently used, 
 
 To take our lives, it was not Licques will, 
 (That noble blood, which never man abused,) 
 Nor ever yet was for his faith accused, 
 Would God I had the skill to write his prayse, 
 Which lent me comfort in my dolefull dayes. 
 
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 170 We bode behind, foure moneths or little lesse, 
 But whereupon that God he knowes not I, 
 
 Yet if I might be bolde to give a gesse, 
 Then would I say it was for to espie, 
 What raunsome we would pay contentedly: 
 Or els to know how much we were esteemde, 
 In England here, and for what men ydeemde. 
 
 171 How so it were, at last we were dispatcht, 
 And home we came as children come from schoole, 
 As gladde, as fishe which were but lately catcht, 
 And straight againe were cast into the poole : 
 
 For by my fay I coumpt him but a foole, 
 Which would not rather poorely live at large, 
 Than rest in pryson fedde with costly charge. 
 
 172 Now have I tolde a tedious tale in rime, 
 Of my mishappes, and what ill lucke I had, 
 Yet some may say, that all to lowde I chime, 
 Since that in warres my fortune was not badde, 
 And many a man in pryson would be gladde, 
 To fare no worse, and lodge no worse than wee, 
 And eke at last to scape and go so free. 
 
 173 I must confesse that both we were well used, 
 And promise kept according to contrail, 
 
 And that nor wee, nor Souldiours were abused, 
 No rigour shewed, nor lovely dealing lackt: 
 I must confesse that we were never rackt, 
 Nor forst to do, nor speake agaynst our will, 
 And yet I coumpt it froward fortune still. 
 
 174 A truth it is (since warres are ledde by chaunce, 
 And none so stoute but that sometimes may fall,) 
 
 No man on earth his honour might advaunce, 
 To render better (if he once were thrall) 
 Why who could wishe more comforte at his call, 
 Than for to yeeld with ensigne full displayde, 
 And all armes borne in warlike wise for ayde ? 
 
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 175 Or who could wishe dispatche with greater speede, 
 Than souldiours had which taried • so few dayes ? 
 
 Or who could wishe, more succour at his neede, 
 Than used was to them at all assayes ? 
 Bread, meate, and drinke, yea wagons in their wayes, 
 To ease the sicke and hurte which could not go, 
 All tane in warres, are seldome used so. 
 
 176 Or who could wishe (to ease his captive dayes) 
 More libertie than on his fayth to rest ? 
 
 To eate and drinke at Barons borde alwayes, 
 To lie on downe, to banquet with the best, 
 To have all things, at every just request, 
 To borowe coyne, when any seemde to lacke, 
 To have his owne, away with him to packe? 
 
 177 All this and more I must confesse we had, 
 God save (say I) our noble Queene therfore, 
 Hinc ilia lachrima, there laye the padde, 
 Which made the strawe suspe&ed be the more, 
 For trust me true, they coveted full sore, 
 
 To keepe our Queene and countrie fast their friendes, 
 Till all their warres might grow to luckie endes. 
 
 178 But were that once to happy ende ybrought, 
 And all stray sheepe come home agayne to folde, 
 Then looke to dore : and thinke the cat is nought, 
 Although she let the mouse from out hir holde: 
 Beleve me now, me thinkes I dare be bolde, 
 
 To thinke that if they once were freendes againe, 
 We might soone sell, all freendship found in Spaine. 
 
 179 Well these are woordes and farre beyod my reach, 
 Yet by the way receyve them well in worth, 
 
 And by the way, let never Licques appeach 
 My rayling penne, for thoughe my minde abhorrth, 
 All Spainish prankes : yet must I thunder forth 
 His worthy prayse, who held his fayth unstayned, 
 And evermore to us a freend remayned. 
 
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DULCE BELLUM INEXPERTIS 
 
 1 80 Why sayed I then, that warre is full of woes? 
 Or sowre of taste, to them that know it best ? 
 Who so demaundes, I will my minde disclose, 
 
 And then judge you the burdens of my brest: 
 Marke well my wordes and you shall finde him blest, 
 That medleth least with warres in any wise, 
 But quiet lives, and all debate defies. 
 
 181 For though we did with truth and honour yeeld, 
 Yet yeelding is alwayes a great disgrace, 
 
 And though we made a brave retyre in field, 
 Yet who retyres, doth alwayes yeeld his place; 
 And though we never did our selves embase, 
 But were alwayes at Barons table fedde, 
 Yet better were at home with Barlie breade. 
 
 182 I leave to tell what losse we did sustaine, 
 In pens, in pay, in wares, and readie wealth, 
 Since all such trash may gotten be againe, 
 
 Or wasted well at home by privie stelth : 
 Small losse hath he which all his living selth, 
 To save his life, when other helpe is none, 
 Cast up the saddle when the horse is gone. 
 
 183 But what I sayde, I say and sweare againe, 
 For first we were in Hollande sore suspedl, 
 
 The states did thinke, that with some filthie gaine 
 The Spainish peeres us Captaines had infeft, 
 They thought we ment our ensignes to eredt 
 In Kings behalfe: and eke the common sorte, 
 Thought privy pay had made us leave our forte. 
 
 184 Againe, the Kings men (onely Lkques except, 
 
 And good * Verdueo) thought we were too well, * a coroneii 
 
 And that we were but playde with in respect, side. 
 
 When as their men in great distresse did dwell: 
 So that with hate their burning hartes did swell, 
 And bad hang up or drowne us everychone, 
 These bones we had alway to byte upon. 
 
 G. M 177 
 
DULCE BELLUM INEXPERTIS 
 
 185 This sause we had unto our costly fare, 
 And every day we threatned were in deede, 
 So that on both sides we must byde the care, 
 And be mistrust of every wicked deede, 
 
 And be revilde, and must our selves yet feede 
 
 With lingring Hope, to get away at last, 
 
 That selfe same Hope whiche tyed us there so fast. 
 
 186 To make up all, our owne men playde their parte, 
 And rang a peale to make us more mystrust, 
 
 For when they should away from us departe, 
 
 And sawe us byde, they thought we stayed for lust, 
 
 And sent them so in secrete to be trust : 
 
 They thought and sayde, thus have our Captaines solde 
 
 Us silly soules, for groates and glistring golde. 
 
 187 Yea, when they were to England safely brought, 
 Yet talkte they still even as they did before: 
 
 For slaundrous tongues, if once they tattle ought, 
 With mickell payne will chaunge their wicked lore: 
 It hath bene proved full many dayes of yore, 
 That he which once in slander takes delight, 
 Will seldome frame his woordes to sounde aright. 
 
 188 Straunge tale to tell, we that had set them free, 
 And set ourselves on sandes for their expence, 
 
 We that remaynd in daunger of the tree, 
 When they were safe, we that were their defence, 
 With armes, with cost, with deedes, with eloquence: 
 We that saved such, as knew not where to flie, 
 Were now by them accusde of trecherie. 
 
 189 These fruits (I say) in wicked warres I founde, 
 Which make me wryte much more than else I would, 
 For losse of life, or dread of deadly wounde, 
 
 Shall never make me blame it though I could, 
 Since death doth dwell on everie kinde of mould : 
 And who in warre hath caught a fatall clappe, 
 Might chaunce at home to have no better happe. 
 
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DULCE BELLUM INEXPERTIS 
 
 190 So losse of goodes shall never trouble me, 
 Since God which gives can take when pleaseth him, 
 But losse of fame or slaundred so to be, 
 That makes my wittes to breake above their brimme, 
 And frettes my harte, and lames me every limme: 
 For Noble minds their honour more esteeme, 
 Than worldly wights, or wealth, or life can deeme. 
 
 191 And yet in warres, such graffes of grudge do growe, 
 Such lewdnesse lurkes, such malice makes mischief, 
 Such envie boyles, such falshood fire doth blowe, 
 That Bountie burnes, and truth is called thief, 
 And good desertes are brought into such brief, 
 
 That Saunder snuffe which sweares the matter out, 
 Brings oftentimes the noblest names in doubt. 
 
 192 Then whether I be one of Haughty harte, 
 Or Greedy minde, or Miser in decay, 
 
 I sayde and say that for mine owne poore parte, 
 
 I may confesse that Bellum every way, 
 
 Is Sweete : but how? (beare well my woordes away) 
 
 Forsooth, to such as never did it trie, 
 
 This is my Theame I cannot chaunge it I. 
 
 - Peroratio. 
 
 193 O noble Queene, whose high foresight provides, 
 
 That wast of warre, your realmes doth not destroye, Prince. 
 
 But pleasaunt peace, and quiet concord glydes, 
 
 In every coast, to drive out darke anoye, 
 
 O vertuous dame, I say Pardonez moy, 
 
 That I presume in worthlesse verse to warne, 
 
 Thambitious Prince, his dueties to descerne. 
 
 194 Your skilfull minde (O Queene without compare) 
 Can soone conceyve that cause constraynes me so, 
 Since wicked warres have bredde such cruell care, 
 
 In Flounders, Fraunce, in Spaine and many mo, 
 Which reape thereby none other worth but wo: 
 Whiles you (meane while) enjoy the fruites of peace, 
 Still praysing God, whose bounties never cease. 
 
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DULCE BELLUM INEXPERTIS 
 
 195 If you (my liege) vouchsafe in gratious wise, 
 To pardon that which passeth from my Muse, 
 Then care I not what other kings devise, 
 
 In warres defense : nor though they me accuse, 
 And say that I their bloudie deedes abuse : 
 Your onely grace my soveraigne Lady be, 
 Let other Kings thinke what they list of me. 
 
 196 And you my Lordes to whome I dueties owe, 
 And beare such love as best becommeth me, 
 
 NobiHtie. First Earle of Bedford, whome I right well know, 
 
 To honour armes : and woorthie Warwyke he, 
 In whose good grace I covet sore to be : 
 Then Leyster next, (Sussex not set behinde) 
 And worthy Essex men of noble minde. 
 
 197 Yong Oxenford as toward as the best, 
 Northumberland, and Ormount woorthy prayse, 
 Lyncolne, Kildare, and Worster with the rest 
 Of noble Earles, which hold your happy dayes 
 In high renowme, as men of warre alwayes : 
 With others mo to many to recite, 
 Vouchsafe my Lordes to pardone that I write. 
 
 198 Of Wilton Grey (to whome these rimes I wrote) 
 With all the Barons bold of English soyle, 
 
 I humbly crave that it may be forgotte, 
 Although my Muze have seemde to keepe a coyle 
 With mighty men which put the weake to foyle : 
 I ment not you since, by your deedes appeares, 
 You rule with right, like wise and worthy peares. 
 
 Preiacie. 1 99 Right reverend, of Canterbury chiefe, 
 
 London, and Lincoln, Bishoppes by your name, 
 
 Good Deane of Pawles (which lend a great relief, 
 
 To naked neede) and all the rest of fame, 
 
 In pastors place : with whome I were too blame, 
 
 If Nevynsone my maister were not plaste, 
 
 Since by his helpe I learning first embraste. 
 
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DULCE BELLUM INEXPERTIS 
 
 200 Beare with my verse, and thinke I ment not you, 
 Whereas I spake of pride in Prelacie, 
 
 But let it bide even there where first it grew, 
 
 Till God vouchsafe to quench hipocrisie, 
 
 Which by pretence to punish heresie, 
 
 Doth conquere realmes, and common concords breake, 
 
 You know my mind, I neede no playner speake. 
 
 201 You gemmes of Justice, chiefe of either bench, 
 And he that keepes hir Majesties great seale, 
 
 Good Queenes attorney, he whose pitties quench Lawyers. 
 
 (I say sometimes) the rigour of his zeale, 
 
 When miserie, to mercy must apeale, 
 
 And Sergeant Lovelace, many ways my friend, 
 
 As I have found (yet let me there not end,) 
 
 20[2] But hold my tale to Rugge and all the rest 
 Of good Grayes Inne, where honest Telverton, 
 And I Per se sometimes yfeere did rest, 
 When amitie first in our brests begonne, 
 Which shall endure as long as any Sunne 
 May shine on earth, or water swimme in Seas, 
 Let not my verse your lawlike minds displease, 
 
 203 For well wot you, our master Christ himselfe, 
 Which had but twelve Apostles in his trayne, 
 
 Had "Judas yet, which solde for worldly pelfe 
 Our Saviour : this text is true and playne : 
 And where so many Lawyers do remayne, 
 There may be some although that you be none, 
 Which breede debate and love to cast a bone. 
 
 204 In Chancerie I neede no man suspect, 
 Since conscience, in that court beareth sway, 
 Yet in the same I may no wayes negleft, 
 Nor worthy Powle, nor Cordell by the way, 
 Of whome that one, is of my keepe the keye, 
 That other once did lende me such advise, 
 
 As was both sounde and good, had I bene wise. 
 
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DULCE BELLUM INEXPERTIS 
 
 205 He tolde me once, (I beare it well in minde, 
 And shall it nay forget whyles lyfe doth last) 
 
 That harde it is a noble name to finde, 
 In such attempts as then in service past: 
 Beleve me now I founde his wordes no blast, 
 Wherfore I pray both him and his compeere, 
 To beare with that which I have written heere. 
 
 206 And as for Merchants, though I finde the most 
 Hard harted men and compting cunningly, 
 
 Yet Albany shall thinke I do not boast 
 Merchaunts. In rayling wise : for sure his curtesie, 
 
 Constreynes me now to prayse him worthely. 
 And gentle Rowe with Luntley make me say, 
 That many Merchaunts beare even what they may. 
 
 207 But to conclude, I meane no more but thus, 
 In all estates some one may treade awrye, 
 
 And he that list my verses to discusse, 
 
 Shall see I ment no more, but modestly 
 
 To warne the wise, that they such faults do flie 
 
 As put downe peace by covine or debate, 
 
 Since warre and strife bryng wo to every state. 
 
 FINIS. 
 
 182 
 
DULCE BELLUM INEXPERTIS 
 
 Uenvoie. 
 
 GO little Booke, God graunt thou none offende, 
 For so meant hee which sought to set thee foorth, 
 And when thou commest where Soldiers seeme to wend, 
 Submit thy selfe as writte but little woorth: 
 Confesse withall, that thou hast bene too bolde, 
 To speake so plaine of Haughtie hartes in place, 
 And say that he which wrote thee coulde have tolde 
 Full many a tale, of blouds that were not base : 
 He coulde have writte Dan Dudleyes noble deedes, 
 Whose like hath since bene harde on earth to finde, 
 Although his Vertue shewes it selfe in Seedes, 
 Which treade his tracks, and come not farre behinde. 
 He might have sung of Grey the woorthie prayse, 
 Whose ofspring holdes the honor of his sire: 
 He coulde declare what Wallop was alwayes, 
 What Awdelie seemde, what Randell did require. 
 He coulde say what desertes in Drewrie be, 
 In Reade, in Bryckwell, and a meany moe : 
 But bashfulnesse did make him blush, least he 
 Should but eclypse their fames by singing so. 
 Suffiseth this, that still he honors those 
 Which wade in warres to get a woorthie name, 
 And least esteemes the greedie snudge, which goes 
 To gayne good golde, witho[u]t respefte of fame. 
 And for the thirde sorte, those that in dystresse 
 Do drive their dayes, till drummes do draw them out, 
 He coumpts him selfe to bee nor more nor lesse, 
 But even the same: for sure withouten doubt, 
 If drummes once sounde a lustie martch in deede, 
 Then farewell bookes, for he will trudge with speede. 
 
 FINIS. 
 
 Tarn Marti quam Mercurio. 
 
 Coredted, perfected, and finished. 
 
 183 
 
DULCE BELLUM INEXPERTIS 
 
 WHo soever is desirous to reade this proposicion more at 
 large and cunningly handled, let him but peruse the 
 Proverbe or adage it self in the first Centurian of the fourth 
 Chyllyade of that famouse Clarke Erasmus Roterodamus : the 
 whiche is there also Entituled: Duke bellum inexpertis. 
 
 184 
 
«* HEARBES. 
 
 Tarn Marti quam Mer curio. 
 
 f In this division are conteyned 
 
 The Comedie called Supposes. 
 
 Folio, i. 
 The Tragedie called Jocasta. 
 
 Fol. 73 
 
 The fruite of Reconciliation. 129 
 The force of true Frendship. 131 
 The force of Love in Strangers. 
 
 i3» 
 The praise of browne beautie. 134 
 The Partrich and the Merlyn. 135 
 The vertue of Per. 136 
 
 The complainte of a Dame in 
 absence. 138 
 
 The praise of a Coutesse. 139 
 The affeftio of a lover. 140 
 
 The complainte of a Dame sus- 
 pefted. 141 
 
 A Riddle. 143 
 
 The shield of Love. 144 
 
 The gloze upon Dominus Us opus 
 habet. 145 
 
 Gascoignes counsel to Dive. 
 
 Fol. 148 
 
 Gascoignes counsel to Wythipole. 
 
 iji 
 Gascoygnes woodmanship. 
 
 Fol. 156 
 
 Gascoigns gardenings. 160 
 
 Gascoigns journey into Hollande. 
 
 163 
 
SUPPOSES : 
 
 A Comedie written in 
 the Italian tongue by Ario- 
 
 sto, Englished by George Gas- 
 
 coygne of Grayes Inne 
 
 Esquire, 
 
 and there presented. 
 
 1566. 
 
 The names of the A&ors. 
 
 BAlia, the Nurse. 
 Polynesta, the yong woman. 
 Oleander, the Doftor, suter to Polynesta. 
 Pasyphilo, the Parasite. 
 Carton, the Doftors man. 
 Dulypo, fayned servant and lover of Polynesta. 
 Erostrato, fayned master and suter to Polynesta. 
 
 „ , • !■ servantes to fayned Erostrato. 
 Crapyno j ' 
 
 Scemese, a gentleman stranger. 
 
 Paquetto &) , . 
 
 n f } his servantes. 
 
 Petrucio J 
 
 Damon, father to Polinesta. 
 
 Nevola, and two other his servants. 
 
 Psyteria, an old[e] hag in his house. 
 
 Phylogano, a Scycilian gentleman, father to Erostrato. 
 
 Lytio, his servant. 
 
 Ferrarese, an Inkeeper of Ferrara. 
 
 The Comedie presented as it were 
 in Ferrara. 
 
 187 
 
The Prologue or argument. 
 
 I Suppose you are assembled here, supposing to reape the 
 fruite of my travayles : and to be playne, I meane presently 
 to presente you with a Comedie called Supposes: the verye 
 name wherof may perad[v]enture drive into every of your 
 heades a sundry Suppose, to suppose, the meaning of our 
 supposes. Some percase will suppose we meane to occupie 
 your eares with sophisticall handling of subtill Suppositions. 
 Some other wil suppose we go about to discipher unto you 
 some queint conceiptes, which hitherto have bene onely sup- 
 posed as it were in shadowes : and some I see smyling as 
 though they supposed we would trouble you with the vaine 
 suppose of some wanton Suppose. But understand, this our 
 Suppose is nothing else but a mystaking or imagination of one 
 thing for an other. For you shall see the master supposed for 
 the servant, the servant for the master : the freeman for a slave, 
 and the bondslave for. a freeman : the stranger for a well knowen 
 friend, and the familiar for a stranger. But what ? I suppose 
 that even already you suppose me very fonde, that have so 
 simply disclosed unto you the subtilties of these our Supposes : 
 where otherwise in deede I suppose you shoulde have hearde 
 almoste the laste of our Supposes, before you coulde have sup- 
 posed anye of them arighte. Let this then suffise. 
 
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SUPPOSES 
 
 Actus primus. Scena i. 
 
 balia, the Nurse, polynesta, the yong woman. 
 
 HEre is no body, come foorth Polynesta, let us looke about, 
 to be sure least any man heare our talke : for I thinke 
 within the house the tables, the plankes, the beds, the portals, 
 yea and the cupbords them selves have eares. 
 
 Pol. You might as well have sayde, the windowes and the 
 doores : do you not see howe they harken ? 
 
 Ba. Well you jest faire, but I would advise you take heede, 
 I have bidden you a thousande times beware : you will be spied 
 one day talking with Dulippo. 
 
 Po. And why should I not talke with Dulippo, as well as 
 with any other, I pray you? 
 
 Ba. I have given you a wherfore for this why many times : 
 but go too, followe your owne advise till you overwhelme us all 
 with soden mishappe. 
 
 Po. A great mishappe I promise you : marie Gods blessing 
 on their heart that sette suche a brouche on my cappe. 
 
 Ba. Well, looke well about you: a man would thinke it 
 were inough for you secretly to rejoyce, that by my helpe you 
 have passed so many pleasant nightes togither: and yet by my 
 trouth I do it more than halfe agaynst my will, for I would 
 rather you had setled your fansie in some noble familie yea and 
 it is no small griefe unto me, that (rejecting the suites of so 
 many nobles and gentlemen) you have chosen for your darling 
 a poore servaunt of your fathers, by whome shame and infamie 
 is the best dower you can looke for to attayne. 
 
 Po. And I pray you whome may I thanke but gentle 
 nourse? that continually praysing him, what for his personage, 
 his curtesie, and above all, the extreme passions of his minde, 
 in fine you would never cease till I accepted him, delighted in 
 him, and at length desired him with no lesse affeftion, than he 
 earst desired me. 
 
 Ba. I can not denie, but at the beginning I did recom- 
 mende him unto you (as in deede I may say that for my selfe 
 I have a pitiful heart) seeing the depth of his unbridled affeftion, 
 
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SUPPOSES 
 
 and that continually he never ceassed to fill mine eares with 
 lamentable complaynts. 
 
 Po. Nay rather that he filled your pursse with bribes and 
 rewards, Nourse. 
 
 Ba. Well you may judge of Nourse as you liste. In deede 
 I have thought it alwayes a deede of charitie to helpe the 
 miserable yong men, whose tender youth consumeth with the 
 furious flames of love. But be you sure if I had thought 
 you would have passed to the termes you nowe stand in, pitie 
 nor pencion, peny nor pater noster shoulde ever have made 
 Nurse once to open hir mouth in the cause. 
 
 Po. No of honestie, I pray you, who first brought him into 
 my chamber? who first taught him the way to my bed but 
 you? fie Nourse fie, never speake of it for shame, you will 
 make me tell a wise tale anone. 
 
 Ba. And have I these thanks for my good wil ? why then 
 I see wel I shall be counted the cause of all mishappe. 
 
 Po. Nay rather the author of my good happe (gentle 
 Nourse) for I would thou knewest I love not Dulipo^ nor any 
 of so meane estate, but have bestowed my love more worthily 
 than thou deemest : but I will say no more at this time. 
 
 Ba. Then I am glad you have changed your minde yet. 
 
 Po. Nay I neither have changed, nor will change it. 
 
 Ba. Then I understande you not, how sayde you ? 
 
 Po. Mary I say that I love not Dulipo, nor any suche as he, 
 and yet I neither have changed nor wil change my minde. 
 
 Ba. I can not tell, you love to lye with Dulipo very well : 
 this geare is Greeke to me: either it hangs not well togither, or 
 I am very dull of understanding : speake plaine I pray you. 
 
 Po. I can speake no plainer, I have sworne to y e contrary. 
 
 Ba. Howe ? make you so deintie to tell it Nourse, least she 
 shoulde reveale it? you have trusted me as farre as may be, 
 (I may shewe to you) in things that touche your honor if they 
 were knowne : and make you strange to tell me this ? I am 
 sure it is but a trifle in comparison of those things wherof 
 heretofore you have made me privie. 
 
 Po. Well, it is of greater importance than you thinke 
 Nourse : yet would I tell it you under condition and promise 
 that you shall not tell it agayne, nor give any signe or token to 
 be suspedted that you know it. 
 
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SUPPOSES 
 
 Ba. I promise you of my honestie, say on. 
 
 Po. Well heare you me then : this yong man whome you 
 have alwayes taken for Dulipo, is a noble borne Sicilian, his right 
 name Erostrato, sonne to Philogano, one of the worthiest men 
 in that countrey. 
 
 Ba. How Erostrato ? is it not our neighbour, whiche ? 
 
 Po. Holde thy talking nourse, and harken to me, that I 
 may explane the whole case unto thee. The man whome to 
 this day you have supposed to be Dulipo, is (as I say) Erostrato, The first 
 a gentleman that came from Sicilia to studie in this Citie, & JSof ail 
 even at his first arrivall met me in the street, fel enamored of the suposes - 
 me, & of suche vehement force were the passions he sufFred, 
 that immediatly he cast aside both long gowne and bookes, & 
 determined on me only to apply his study. And to the end he 
 might the more comodiously bothe see me and talke with me, 
 he exchanged both name, habite, clothes and credite with his 
 servat Dulipo (whom only he brought with him out of Sicilia) 
 and so with the turning of a hand, of Erostrato a gentleman, 
 he became Dulipo a serving man, and soone after sought service 
 of my father, and obteyned it. 
 
 Ba. Are you sure of this ? 
 
 Po. Yea out of doubt: on the other side Dulippo tooke 
 uppon him the name of Erostrato his maister, the habite, the 
 credite, bookes, and all things needefull to a studente, and in 
 shorte space profited very muche, and is nowe esteemed as 
 you see. 
 
 Ba. Are there no other Sicylians heere : nor none that passe 
 this way, which may discover them? 
 
 Po. Very fewe that passe this way, and fewe or none that 
 tarrie heere any time. 
 
 Ba. This Jiath been a straunge adventure : but I pray you 
 howe hang these thinges togither? that the studente whome 
 you say to be the servant, and not the maister, is become an 
 earnest suter to you, and requireth you of your father in mariage ? 
 
 Po. That is a pollicie devised betweene them, to put Doftor 
 Dotipole out of conceite : the olde dotarde, he that so instantly 
 dothe lye upon my father for me. But looke where he comes, 
 as God helpe me it is he, out upon him, what a luskie yonker 
 is this? yet I had rather be a Noonne a thousande times, than be 
 combred with suche a Coystrell. 
 
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SUPPOSES 
 
 Ba. Daughter you have reason, but let us go in before he 
 come any neerer. 
 
 Polynesta goeth in, and Balya stayetb a little wbyle 
 after, speaking a worde or two to the do£tor, and 
 then departeth. 
 
 Scena. 2. 
 
 cleander, Doctor, pasiphilo, Parasite, balya, Nourse. 
 
 WEre these dames heere, or did mine eyes dazil ? 
 Pa. Nay syr heere were Polynesta and hir no[u]rse. 
 
 Cle. Was my Polynesta heerej? alas I knewe hir not. 
 
 Ba. He muste have better eyesight that shoulde marry your 
 Polynesta, or else he may chaunce to oversee the best poynt in 
 his tables sometimes. 
 
 Pa. Syr it is no marvell, the ayre is very mistie too day : 
 I my selfe knew hir better by hir apparell than by hir face. 
 
 Cle. In good fayth and I thanke God I have mine eye 
 sighte good and perfit, little worse than when I was but twentie 
 yeres olde. 
 
 Pa. How can it be otherwise ? you are but yong. 
 
 Cle. I am fiftie yeres olde. 
 
 Pa. He telles ten lesse than he is. 
 
 Cle. What sayst thou of ten lesse ? 
 
 Pa. I say I woulde have thoughte you tenne lesse, you 
 looke like one of six and thirtie, or seven and thirtie at the 
 moste. 
 
 Cle. I am no lesse than I tell. 
 
 Pa. You are like inough too live fiftie more: shewe me 
 your hande. 
 
 Cle. Why is Pasiphilo a Chiromancer? 
 
 Pa. What is not Pasiphilo! I pray you shewe mee it a 
 little. 
 
 Cle. Here it is. 
 
 Pa. O how straight and infracte is this line of life ? you 
 will live to the yeeres of Melchisedech. 
 
 Cle. Thou wouldest say, Methusalem. 
 
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SUPPOSES 
 
 Pa. Why is it not all one? 
 
 Cle. I perceive you are no very good Bibler Pasiphilo. 
 
 Pa. Yes sir an excellent good Bibbeler, specially in a 
 bottle : Oh what a mounte of Venus here is ? but this lighte 
 serveth not very well, I will beholde it an other day, when the 
 ayre is clearer, and tell you somewhat, peradventure to your 
 contentation. 
 
 Cle. You shal do me great pleasure: but tell me, I pray 
 thee Pasiphilo, whome doste thou thinke Polynesta liketh better, 
 Erostrato or me? 
 
 Pa. Why? you out of doubt: She is a gentlewoman of 
 a noble minde, and maketh greater accompte of the reputation 
 she shall have in marrying your worship, than that poore 
 scholer, whose birthe and parentage God knoweth, and very 
 fewe else. 
 
 Cle. Yet he taketh it upon him bravely in this countrey. 
 
 Pa. Yea, where no man knoweth the contrarie : but let 
 him brave it, bost his birth, and do what he can, the vertue and 
 knowledge that is within this body of yours, is worth more than 
 all the countrey he came from. 
 
 Cle. It becommeth not a man to praise him selfe : but in 
 deede I may say, (and say truely,) that my knowledge hath 
 stoode me in better steade at a pinche, than coulde all the goodes 
 in the worlde. I came out of Otranto when the Turkes wonne 
 it, and first I came to Padua, after hither, where by reading, 
 counsailing, and pleading, within twentie yeares I have gathered 
 and gayned as good as ten thousande Ducats. 
 
 . Pa. Yea mary, this is the righte knowledge : Philosophic, 
 Poetrie, Logike, a[n]d all the rest, are but pickling sciences in 
 comparison to this. 
 
 Cle. But pyckling in deede, whereof we have a verse : 
 
 The trade of Lawe doth fill the boystrous bagges, 
 They swimme in silke, when others royst in ragges. 
 
 Pa. O excellent verse, who made it ? Virgil? 
 
 Cle. Virgil ? tushe it is written in one of our gloses. 
 
 Pa. Sure who soever wrote it, the morall is excellent, and 
 worthy to be written in letters of golde. But too the purpose : 
 I thinke you shall never recover the wealth that you loste at 
 Otranto. 
 
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 An other Cle. I thinke I have dubled it, or rather made it foure times 
 
 as muche : but in deed, I lost mine only sonne there, a childe 
 of five yeres olde. 
 
 Pa. O great pitie. 
 
 Cle. Yea, I had rather have lost al the goods in y e world. 
 
 Pa. Alas, alas: by God and grafts of suche a stocke are 
 very gayson in these dayes. 
 
 Cle. I know not whether he were slayne, or the Turks 
 toke him and kept him as a bond slave. 
 
 Pa. Alas, I could weepe for compassion, but there is no 
 remedy but patience, you shall get many by this yong damsell 
 with the grace of God. 
 
 Cle. Yea, if I get hir. 
 
 Pa. Get her ? why doubt you of that ? 
 
 Cle. Why? hir father holds me off with delayes, so that 
 I must needes doubt. "t 
 
 Pa. Content your selfe sir, he is a wise man, and desirous 
 to place his Daughter well : he will not be too rashe in hys 
 determination, he will thinke well of the matter : and lette him 
 thinke, for the longer he thinketh, the more good of you shall 
 he thinke : whose welth ? whose vertue ? whose skill ? or whose 
 estimation can he compare to yours in this Citie ? 
 
 Cle. And hast thou not tolde him that I would make his 
 Daughter a dower of two thousand Ducates? 
 
 Pa. Why, even now, I came but from thence since. 
 
 Cle. What said he ? 
 
 Pa. Nothing, but that Erostrato had profered the like. 
 
 Cle. Erostrato ? how can he make any dower, and his father 
 yet alive ? 
 
 Pa. Thinke you I did not tell him so ? yes I warrat you, 
 I forgot nothing that may furder your cause : & doubte you 
 not, Erostrato shal never have hir unlesse it be in a dreame. 
 
 Cle. Well gentle Pasiphilo, go thy wayes and tell Damon 
 I require nothing but his daughter : I wil none of his goods : 
 I shal enrich hir of mine owne : & if this dower of two thou- 
 sand Ducates seem not sufficiet, I wil make it five hundreth 
 more, yea a thousand, or what so ever he wil demaud rather 
 the faile : go to Pasiphilo, shew thy selfe fredly in working this 
 feate for me : spare for no cost, since I have gone thus farre, 
 I wilbe loth to be out bidden. Go. 
 
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 Pa. Where shall I come to you againe ? 
 
 Cle. At my house. 
 
 Pa. When ? 
 
 Cle. When thou wilte. 
 
 Pa. Shall I come at dinner time ? 
 
 Cle. I would byd thee to dinner, but it is a SaintSts even 
 which I have ever fasted. 
 
 Pa. Faste till thou famishe. 
 
 Cle. Harke. 
 
 Pa. He speaketh of a dead mans faste. 
 
 Cle. Thou hearest me not. 
 
 Pa. Nor thou understandest me not. 
 
 Cle. I dare say thou art angrie I byd the not to dinner : 
 but come if thou wilte, thou shalt take such as thou findest. 
 
 Pa. What ? think you I know not where to dine ? 
 
 Cle. Yes Pasiphilo thou art not to seeke. 
 
 Pa. No be you sure, there are enowe will pray me. 
 
 Cle. That I knowe well enough Pasiphilo, but thou canst 
 not be better welcome in any place than to me, I will tarrie for 
 thee. 
 
 Pa. Well, since you will needes, I will come. 
 
 Cle. Dispatche then, and bring no newes but good. 
 
 Pa. Better than my rewarde by the rood. 
 
 Cleander exit, Pasiphilo restat. 
 
 Scena. iii. 
 
 PASIPHILO. DULIPO. 
 
 O Miserable covetous wretche, he findeth an excuse by 
 S. Nicolas fast, bicause I should not dine with him, as 
 though I should dine at his owne dishe : he maketh goodly 
 feasts I promise you, it is no wonder though hee thinke me 
 bounde unto him for my fare : for over and besides that his 
 provision is as skant as may be, yet "there is great difference 
 betweene his diet and mine. I never so much as sippe of the 
 wine that he tasteth, I feede at the bordes ende with browne 
 bread : Marie I reach always to his owne dishe, for there are 
 no more but that only on the table. Yet he thinks that for 
 
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 one such dinner I am bound to do him al the service that I can, 
 and thinks me sufficiently rewarded for all my travel!, with one 
 suche festivall promotion. And yet peradventure some men 
 thinke I have great gaines under him : but I may say and 
 sweare, that this dosen yeere I have not gayned so muche in 
 value as the points at my hose (whiche are but three with 
 codpeece poynt and al) : he thinkes that I may feede upon his 
 favour and faire wordes : but if I could not otherwise provide 
 for one, Pasiphilo were in a wyse case. Pasiphilo hath mo 
 pastures to passe in than one, I warrant you : I am of housholde , 
 with this scholer Erostrato, (his rivale) as well as with Domine 
 Oleander : nowe with the one, and then with the other, ac- 
 cording as I see their Caters provide good cheere at the market : 
 and' I finde the meanes so to handle the matter, that I am 
 welcome too bothe. If the one see me talke with the other, 
 I make him beleeve it is to harken newes in the furtherance of 
 his cause : and thus I become a broker on bothe sides. Well, 
 lette them bothe apply the matter as well as they can, for in 
 deede I will travell for none of them bothe : yet will I seeme 
 to worke wonders on eche hande. But is not this one of 
 Damons servants that commeth foorth ? it is : of him I shall 
 understand where his master is. Whither goeth this joyly 
 gallant ? 
 
 Du. I come to seeke some body that may accompany my 
 Master at dinner, he is alone, and woulde fayne have good 
 company. 
 
 Pa. Seeke no further, you coulde never have found one 
 better than me. 
 
 Du. I have no commission to bring so many. 
 
 Pa. How many ? I will come alone. 
 
 Du. How canst thou come alone, that hast continually a 
 legion of ravening wolves within thee ? 
 
 Pa. Thou doest (as servants commonly doe) hate al that 
 love to visite their maisters. 
 
 Du. And why ? 
 
 Pa. Bicause they have too many teeth as you thinke. 
 
 Du. Nay bicause they have to many tongues. 
 
 Pa. Togues ? I pray you what did my togue ever hurt you ? 
 
 Du. I speake but merily with you Pasiphilo, goe in, my 
 maister is ready to dine. 
 
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 Pa. What ? dineth he so earely ? 
 
 Du. He that riseth early, dineth early. 
 
 Pa. I would I were his man, 'maister dodtor never dineth 
 till noone, and how dilicately then God knoweth. I wil be 
 bolde to goe in, for I count my selfe bidden. 
 
 Du. You were best SO. Pasipbilo intrat. Dul. restat. 
 
 Hard hap had I when I first began this unfortunate enter- 
 prise : for I supposed the readiest medicine to my miserable 
 affe&s had bene to change name, clothes, & credite with my 
 servant, & to place my selfe in Damons service : thinking that 
 as shevering colde by glowing fire, thurst by drinke, hunger by 
 pleasant repasts, and a thousande suche like passions finde 
 rerriedie by their contraries, so my restlesse desire might have 
 founde quiet by continuall contemplation. But alas, I .find 
 that only love is unsaciable: for as the Hie playeth with the 
 flame till at last she is cause of hir owne decay, so the lover 
 that thinketh with kissing and colling to content his unbrideled 
 apetite, is comonly seene the only cause of his owne consump- 
 tion. Two yeeres are nowe past since (under the colour of 
 Damons service) I have bene a sworne servant to Cupid : of 
 whom I have received as much favour & grace as ever man 
 founde in his service. I have free libertie at al times to behold 
 my desired, to talke with hir, to embrace hir, yea (be it spoken 
 in secrete) to lie with hir. I reape the fruites of my desire : 
 yet as my joyes abounde, even so my paines encrease. I fare 
 like the covetous man, that having all the world at will, is 
 never yet content : the more I have, the more I desire. Alas, 
 what wretched estate have I brought my selfe unto, if in the 
 ende of all my farre fetches, she be given by hir father to this 
 olde doting doftor, this buzard, this bribing villaine, that by so 
 many meanes seeketh to obtain hir at hir fathers hads ? I know 
 she loveth me best of all others, but what may that prevaile 
 when perforce she shalbe costrained to marie another ? Alas, 
 the pleasant tast of my sugred joyes doth yet remaine so perfect 
 in my remebrance, that the least soppe of sorow seemeth more 
 soure tha gal in my mouth. If I had never knowen delight, 
 with better contentatio might I have passed these dreadful 
 dolours. And if this olde Mumpsimus (whom the pockes con- 
 sume) should win hir, then may I say, farewell the pleasant 
 talke, the kind embracings, yea farewel the sight of my Polynesta : 
 
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 for he like a jelouse wretch will pen hir up, that I thinke the 
 birdes of the aire shall not winne the sighte of hir. I hoped 
 to have caste a blocke in his waie, by the meanes that my 
 servaunt (who is supposed to be Erostrato, and with my habite 
 and credite is wel esteemed) should proffer himself a suter, at 
 the least to countervaile the doftors proffers. But my maister 
 knowing the wealth of the one, and doubting the state of the 
 other, is determined to be fed no longer with faire wordes, but 
 to accept the doftor, (whom he right well knoweth) for his 
 sonne in law. Wel, my servant promised me yesterday to 
 devise yet againe some newe conspiracie to drive maister doftor 
 out of conceite, and to laye a snare that the foxe himselfe might 
 be caughte in : what it is, I knowe not, nor I saw him not since 
 he went about it : I will goe see if he be within, that at least 
 if he helpe me not, he maye yet prolong my life for this 
 once. But here commeth his lackie : ho Jack pack, where is 
 Erostrato ? 
 
 Here must Crapine be camming in with a basket and a 
 
 sticke in his hand. 
 
 Scena. iiii. 
 
 crapino the Lackie. dulipo. 
 
 ERostrato ? mary he is in his skinne. 
 Du. Ah hooreson boy, I say, howe shall I finde 
 Erostrato ? 
 
 Cra. Finde him ? howe meane you, by the weeke or by 
 the yeere ? 
 
 Du. You cracke halter, if I catche you by the eares, I shall 
 make you answere me directly. 
 
 Cra. In deede ? 
 
 Du. Tarry me a little. 
 
 Cra. In faith sir I have no leisure. 
 
 Du. Shall we trie who can runne fastest ? 
 
 Cra. Your legges be longer than mine, you should have 
 given me the advauntage. 
 
 Du. Go to, tell me where is Erostrato ? 
 
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 Cra. I left him in the streete, where he gave me this 
 Casket, (this basket I would have sayde) and bad me beare it to 
 Dalio, and returne to him at the Dukes Palace. 
 
 Du. If thou see him, tell him I must needes speake with 
 him immediatly : or abide awhyle, I will go seeke him my 
 selfe, rather than be suspefted by going to his house. 
 
 Crapino departeth, and Dulipo also : after Dullpo 
 commeth in agayne seeking Erostrato. 
 
 Finis Aiius, i. 
 
 Actus, ii. Scena. i. 
 
 DULIPO. EROSTRATO. 
 
 IThinke if I had as many eyes as Argus, I coulde not have 
 sought a man more narrowly in every streete and every by 
 lane, there are not many Gentlemen, scholers, nor Marchauntes 
 in the Citie of Ferara, but I have mette with them, excepte 
 him : peradventure hee is come home an other way : but lqoke 
 where he commeth at the last. 
 
 Ero. In good time have I spied my good maister. 
 
 Du. For the love of God call me Dulipo (not master,) 
 maintayne the credite that thou haste hitherto kepte, and let 
 me alone. 
 
 Ero. Yet sir let me sometimes do my duetie unto you, 
 especially where no body heareth. 
 
 Du. Yea, but so long the Parat useth to crie knappe in 
 sporte, that at the last she calleth hir maister knave in earnest : 
 so long you will use to call me master, that at the last we shall 
 be heard. What newes ? 
 
 Ero. Good. 
 
 Du. In deede ? 
 
 Ero. Yea excellent, we have as good as won the wager. 
 
 Du. Oh, how happie were I if this were true ? 
 
 Ero. Heare you me, yesternight in the evening I walked 
 out, and founde Pasiphilo, and with small entreating I had him 
 home to supper, where by suche meanes as I used, he became 
 my great friend, and tolde me the whole order of our adver- 
 
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 saries determination : yea and what Damon doth intende to do 
 also, and hath promised me that fro time to time, what he 
 can espie he will bring me word of it. 
 
 Du. I can not tel whether you know him or no, he is not 
 to trust unto, a very flattering and a lying knave. 
 
 Ero. I know him very well, he can not deceive me : and 
 this that he hath told me I know must needes be true. 
 
 Du. And what was it in efFeft ? 
 Another Ero. That Damon had purposed to give his daughter in 
 
 manage to this dodtor, upo the dower that he hath profered. 
 
 Du. Are these your good newes ? your excellent newes ? 
 
 Ero. Stay a whyle, you will understande me before you 
 heare me. 
 
 Du. Well, say on. 
 
 Ero. I answered to that, I was ready to make hir the lyke 
 dower. 
 
 Du. Well sayde. 
 
 Ero. Abide, you heare not the worst yet. 
 
 Du. O God, is there any worsse behinde ? 
 
 Ero. Worsse ? why what assurance coulde you suppose 
 that I might make without some speciall consent from Philo- 
 gano my father ? 
 
 Du. Nay you can tell, you are better scholer than I. 
 
 Ero. In deede you have lost your time : for the books that 
 you tosse now a dayes, treate of smal science. 
 
 Du. Leave thy jesting, and proceede. 
 
 Ero. I sayd further, that I receyved letters lately from my 
 father, whereby I understoode that he woulde be heere very 
 shortly to performe all that I had profered : therefore I required 
 him to request Damon on my behalf, that he would stay his 
 promise to the dodtor for a fourtnight or more. 
 
 Du. This is somewhat yet, for by this meanes I shal be 
 sure to linger and live in hope one fourtnight longer : but, 
 at the fourthnights ende when Philogano commeth not, how 
 shall I then do ? yea and though he came, howe may I any 
 way hope of his consent, when he shall see, that to follow this 
 amorous enterprise, I have set aside all studie, all remembraunce 
 of my duetie, and all dread of shame. Alas, alas, I may go 
 hang my selfe. 
 
 Ero. Comforte your selfe man, and trust in me : there is 
 
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 a salve for every sore, and doubt you not, to this mischeefe we 
 shall finde a remedie. 
 
 Du. O friend revive me, that hitherto since I first at- 
 tempted this matter have bene continually dying. 
 
 Ero. Well harken a while then : this morning I tooke 
 my horse and rode into the fieldes to solace my self, and as 
 I passed the foorde beyonde S. Anthonles gate, I met at the 
 foote of the hill a gentleman riding with two or three men : 
 and as me thought by his habite and his lookes, he should be 
 none of the wisest. He saluted me, and I him : I asked him 
 from whence he came, and whither he would ? he answered 
 , that he had come from Venice, then from Padua, nowe was 
 going to Ferrara, and so to his countrey, whiche is Scienna : 
 As soone as I knewe him to be a Scenese, sodenly lifting up 
 mine eyes, (as it were with an admiration) I sayd unto him, 
 are you a Scenese, and come to Farrara ? why not, sayde he : 
 quoth I, (halfe and more with a trembling voyce) know you 
 the daunger that should ensue if you be knowne in Ferrara 
 to be a Scenese ? he more than halfe amased, desired me 
 earnestly to tell him what I ment. 
 
 Du. I understande not wherto this tendeth. 
 
 Era. I beleeve you : but harken to me. 
 
 Du. Go too then. 
 
 Ero. I answered him in this sorte : Gentleman, bycause 
 I have heretofore founde very curteous entertaynement in your 
 countrey, (beeing a studetr there,) I accompt my self as it were 
 bounde to a Scenese : and therefore if I knewe of any mishappe 
 towards any of that countrey, God forbid but I should disclose 
 it : and I marvell that you knewe not of the injurie that your 
 countreymen offered this other day to the Embassadours of 
 Counte Hercules. 
 
 Du. What tales he telleth me : what appertayne these 
 to me ? 
 
 Ero. If you will harken a whyle, you shall finde them 
 no tales, but that they appertayne to you more than you 
 thinke for. 
 
 Du. Foorth. 
 
 Ero. I tolde him further, these Ambassadoures of Counte 
 Hercules had dyvers Mules, Waggons, and Charettes, lade 
 with divers costly jewels, gorgeous furniture, & other things 
 
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 which they caried as presents, (passing that way) to the king of 
 Naples : the which were not only stayd in Sciene by the officers 
 whom you cal Customers, but serched, ransacked, tossed & 
 turned, & in the end exacted for tribute, as if they had bene 
 the goods of a meane marchaunt. 
 
 Du. Whither the divell wil he ? is it possible that this 
 geare appertaine any thing to my cause ? I finde neither head 
 nor foote in it. 
 
 Ero. O how impaciet you are : I pray you stay a while. 
 
 Du. Go to yet a while then. 
 
 Ero. I proceeded, that upon these causes the Duke sent 
 his Chauncelor to declare the case unto the Senate there, of 
 whome he had the moste uncurteous answere that ever was 
 heard : wherupon he was so enraged with all of that countrey, 
 that for revenge he had sworne to spoyle as many of them as 
 ever should come to Ferara, and to sende them home in their 
 dublet and their hose. 
 
 Du. And I pray thee how couldest thou upon the sudden 
 devise or imagine suche a lye ? and to what purpose ? 
 
 Era. You shall heare by and by a thing as fitte for our 
 purpose, as any could have happened. 
 
 Du. I would fayne heare you conclude. 
 
 Ero. You would fayne leape over the stile, before you 
 come at the hedge : I woulde you had heard me, and seene the 
 gestures that I enforced to make him beleeve this. 
 
 Du. I beleeve you, for I knowe you can counterfet wel. 
 
 Ero. Further I sayde, the duke had charged upon great 
 penalties, that the Inholders and vitlers shoulde bring worde 
 dayly of as many Sceneses as came to their houses. The gentle- 
 man beeing (as I gessed at the first) a ma of smal sapientia, 
 when he heard these newes, would have turned his horse an 
 other way. 
 
 Du. By likelyhoode he was not very wise when hee 
 would beleeve that of his countrey, which if it had bene true 
 every man must needes have knowen it. 
 
 Ero. Why not ? when he had not beene in his countrey 
 for a moneth paste, and I tolde him this had hapned within 
 these seven dayes. 
 
 Du. Belike he was of small experience. 
 
 Ero. I thinke, of as litle as may be : but beste of all for 
 
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 our purpose, and good adventure it was, that I mette with 
 such an one. Now harken I pray you. 
 
 Du. Make an ende I pray thee. 
 
 Ero. He, as I say, when he hard these words, would have 
 turned the bridle : and I fayning a countenance as though 
 I were somewhat pensive and carefull for him, paused a while, 
 & after with a great sighe saide to him : Gentleman, for the 
 curtesie that (as I said) I have found in your countrey, & 
 bicause your affaires shall be the better dispatched, I will finde 
 the meanes to lodge you in my house, and you shal say to 
 every ma, that you are a Sicilian of Cathanea, your name 
 Pbilogano, father to me that am in deede of that countrey and 
 citie, called here Erostrato. And I (to pleasure you) will 
 (during your abode here) do you reverence as you were my 
 father. 
 
 Du. Out upon me, what a grosse hedded foole am I ? now 
 I perceive whereto this tale tendeth. 
 
 Ero. Well, and how like you of it ? 
 
 Du. Indifferently, but one thing I doubt. 
 
 Ero. What is that ? 
 
 Du. Marie, that when he hath bene here twoo or three 
 dayes, he shal heare of every man that there is no such thing 
 betwene the Duke and the Towne of Sciene. 
 
 Ero. As for that let me alone, I doe entertaine and will 
 entertaine him so well, that within these two or three daies 
 I will disclose unto him all the whole matter, and doubte not 
 but to bring him in for performance of as muche as I have 
 promised to Damon : for what hurte can it be to him, when he 
 shall binde a strange name and not his owne ? 
 
 Du. What, thinke you he will be entreated to stande 
 bounde for a dower of two thousand Ducates by the yeere ? 
 
 Ero. Yea why not, (if it were ten thousande) as long as 
 he is not in deede the man that is bound ? 
 
 Du. Well, if it be so, what shall we be the neerer to our 
 purpose ? 
 
 Ero. Why ? when we have done as muche as we can, 
 how can we doe any more ? 
 
 Du. And where have you left him ? 
 
 Ero. At the Inne, bicause of his horses : he and his men 
 shall lie in my house. 
 
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 Du. Why brought you him not with you ? 
 
 Era. I thought better to use your advise first. 
 
 Du. Well, goe take him home, make him all the cheere 
 you can, spare for no cost, I will alowe it. 
 
 Era. Content, looke where he commeth. 
 
 Du. Is this he ? goe meete him, by my trouthe he lookes 
 even lyke a good soule, he that fisheth for him, mighte bee 
 sure to catche a cods heade : I will rest here a while to dis- 
 cipher him. 
 
 Erostrato espieth the Scenese and goeth towards him : 
 Dulipo standeth aside. 
 
 Scena. ii. 
 The scenese. paquetto & petrucio his servats. 
 
 EROSTRATO. 
 
 HE that travaileth in this worlde passeth by many perilles. 
 Pa. You saye true sir, if the boate had bene a little 
 more laden this morning at the ferrie, wee had bene all 
 drowned, for I thinke, there are none of us that could have 
 swomme. 
 
 Sc. I speake not of that. 
 
 Pa. O you meane the foule waye that we had since wee 
 came from this Padua, I promise you, I was afraide twice or 
 thrice, that your mule would have lien fast in the mire. 
 
 Sc. Jesu, what a blockehead thou art, I speake of the 
 perill we are in presently since we came into this citie. 
 
 Pa. A great peril I promise you, that we were no sooner 
 arived, but you founde a frende that brought you from the 
 Inne, and lodged you in his owne house. 
 
 Sc. Yea marie, God rewarde the gentle yong man that 
 a doltish we mette, for else we had bene in a wise case by this time. 
 But have done with these tales, and take you heede, & you 
 also sirra, take heede that none of you saie we be Sceneses, and 
 remember that you call me Philogano of Cathanea. 
 
 Pa. Sure I shal never remember these outladish words, 
 I could well remember Haccanea. 
 
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 Sc. I say, Cathanea, and not Haccanea, with a vengeance. 
 
 Pa. Let another name it then when neede is, for I shall 
 never remember it. 
 
 Sc. Then holde thy peace, and take heede thou name not 
 Scene. 
 
 Pa. Howe say you, if I faine my selfe dum as I did once 
 in the house of Crisobolus ? 
 
 Sc. Doe as thou thinkest best : but looke where commeth 
 the gentleman whom we are so much bounde unto. 
 
 Ero. Welcome, my deare father Philogano. 
 
 Sc. Gramercie my good sonne Erostrato. 
 
 Ero. That is well saide, be mindefull of your toung, for 
 these Ferareses be as craftie as the Devill of hell. 
 
 Sc. No, no, be you sure we will doe as you have 
 bidden us. 
 
 Ero. For if you should name Scene they would spoile you 
 immediatly, and turne you out of the towne, with more shame, 
 than I woulde shoulde befall you for a thousande Crownes. 
 
 Sc. I warant you, I was giving the warning as I came to 
 you, and I doubt not but they will take good heede. 
 
 Ero. Yea and trust not the servauntes of my housholde 
 to far, for they are Ferareses all, and never knew my father, 
 nor came never in Skilia : this is my house, will it please you 
 to goe in ? I will follow. 
 They goe in. 
 
 Dulipo tarieth and espieth the Doilor comming in with 
 his man. 
 
 Scena. iii. 
 
 dulipo alone. 
 
 THis geare hath had no evill beginning, if it continue so 
 and fall to happie ende. But is not this the silly Doftor 
 with the side bonet, the doting foole, that dare presume to 
 become a suter to such a peerlesse Paragone ? O how cove- 
 tousnesse doth blind the common sort of men. Damon more 
 desirous of the dower, than mindfull of his gentle & gallant 
 daughter, hath determined to make him his Sonne in law, 
 
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 who for his age may be his father in law : and hath greater 
 respeft to the abundance of goods, than to his owne naturall 
 childe. He beareth well in minde to fill his owne purse, but 
 he litle remembreth that his daughters purse shalbe continually 
 emptie, unlesse Maister Dodlour fill it with double ducke 
 egges. Alas : I jest and have no joy, I will stand here aside 
 and laugh a litle at this lobcocke. 
 
 Dulippo espieth the DoElar and his man camming. 
 
 Scena. iiii. 
 
 carion the doftors man. cleander. dulipo. 
 
 MAister, what the Divel meane you to goe seeke guestes 
 at this time of the day ? the Maiors officers have dined 
 ere this time, which are alway the last in the market. 
 
 Cle. I come to seeke Pasiphilo, to the ende he may dine 
 with mee. 
 
 Ca. As though sixe mouthes and the cat for the seventh, 
 bee not sufficient to eate an harlotrie shotterell, a pennieworth 
 of cheese, and halfe a score spurlings : this is all the dainties 
 you have dressed for you and your familie. 
 
 Cle. Ah greedie gut, art thou afearde thou shalt want ? 
 
 Ca. I am afearde in deede, it is not the first time I have 
 founde it so. 
 
 Du. Shall I make some sporte with this gallant ? what 
 shall I say to him ? 
 
 Cle. Thou arte afearde belike that he will eate thee and 
 the rest. 
 
 Ca. Nay, rather that he will eate your mule, both heare 
 and hyde. 
 
 Cle. Heare and hyde ? and why not flesh and all ? 
 
 Ca. Bicause she hath none. If she had any flesh, I thinke 
 you had eaten hir your selfe by this time. 
 
 Cle. She may thanke you then, for your good attendace. 
 
 Ca. Nay she may thanke you for your small allowance. 
 
 Du. In faith now let me alone. 
 
 Cle. Holde thy peace drunken knave, and espie me 
 Pasiphilo. 
 
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 Du. Since I can doe no better, I will set such a staunce 
 betweene him and Pasiphilo, that all this towne shall not make 
 them friendes. 
 
 Ca. Could you not have sent to seeke him, but you must 
 come your selfe ? surely you come for some other purpose, for 
 if you would have had Pasiphilo to dinner, I warant you he 
 would have taried here an houre since. 
 
 Cle. Holde thy peace, here is one of Damons servaunts, of An other 
 him I shall understand where he is : good fellow art not thou supose 
 one of Damons servaunts ? 
 
 Du. Yes sir, at your knamandement. 
 
 Cle. Gramercie, tell me then, hath Pastphilo bene there 
 this day or no ? 
 
 Du. Yes sir, and I thinke he be there still, ah, ah, ah. 
 
 Cle. What laughest thou ? 
 
 Du. At a thing, that every man may not laugh at. 
 
 Cle. What? 
 
 Du. Talke, that Pastphilo had with my master this day. 
 
 Cle. What talke I pray thee ? 
 
 Du. I may not tell it. 
 
 Cle. Doth it concerne me ? 
 
 Du. Nay I will say nothing. 
 
 Cle. Tell me. 
 
 Du. I can say no more. 
 
 Cle. I woulde but knowe if it concerne mee, I pray thee 
 tell mee. 
 
 Du. I would tell you, if I were sure you would not tell it 
 againe. 
 
 Cle. Beleve me I will kepe it close : Carion give us leave a 
 litle, goe aside. 
 
 Du. If my maister shoulde know that it came by me, I 
 were better die a thousand deaths. 
 
 Cle. He shall never know it, say on. 
 
 Du. Yea, but what assurance shall I have ? 
 
 Cle. I lay thee my faith and honestie in paune. 
 
 Du. A pretie paune, the fulkers will not lend you a farthing 
 on it. 
 
 Cle. Yea, but amongst honest me it is more worth than golde. 
 
 Du. Yea marie sir, but where be they ? but will you needes 
 have me tell it unto you ? 
 
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 Cle. Yea I pray thee if it any thing appertaine to me. 
 
 Du. Yes it is of you, and I would gladly tell it you, bicause 
 I would not have suche a man of worship so scorned by a 
 villaine ribaulde. 
 
 Cle. I pray thee tell me then. 
 
 Du. I will tell you So that you will sweare never to tell it 
 to Pasiphilo, to my maister, nor to any other bodie. 
 
 Ca. Surely it is some toye devised to get some money of 
 him. 
 
 Cle. I thinke I have a booke here. 
 
 Ca. If he knew him as well as I, he woulde never goe 
 aboute it, for he may as soone get one of his teeth from his 
 jawes with a paire of pinchers, as a pennie out of his purse with 
 such a conceite. 
 
 Cle. Here is a letter wil serve the turne : I sweare to thee 
 by the contents hereof never to disclose it to any man. 
 
 Du. I will tell you, I am sorie to see how Pasiphilo doth 
 abuse you, perswading you that alwayes he laboureth for you, 
 where in deede, he lieth on my maister continually, as it were 
 with tooth and naile for a straunger, a scholer, borne in Sicilia 
 they call him Roscus or arskisse, he hathe a madde name I can 
 never hit upon it. 
 
 Cle. And thou recknest it as madly : is it not Erostrqto ? 
 
 Du. That same I should never have remembred it : and 
 the villany speaketh al the evill of you that can be devised. 
 
 Cle. To whom ? 
 
 Du. To my maister, yea and to Polynesta hirselfe sometimes. 
 
 Cle. Is it possible, Ah slave, and what saith he ? 
 
 Du. More evill than I can imagine : that you are the 
 miserablest and most nigardly man that ever was. 
 
 Cle. Sayeth Pasiphilo so by me ? 
 
 Du. And that as often as he commeth to your house, he is 
 like to die for hunger, you fare so well. 
 
 Cle. That the Devill take him else. 
 
 Du. And that you are the testiest man, & moste divers to 
 please in the whole worlde, so that he cannot please you unlesse 
 he should even kill himselfe with continuall paine. 
 
 Cle. O devilish tong. 
 
 Du. Furthermore, that you cough continually and spit, so 
 that a dogge cannot abide it. 
 
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 Cle. 1 never spitte nor coughe more than thus, vho, vho, 
 and that but since I caughte this murre, but who is free 
 from it ? 
 
 Du. You saye true sir, yet further he sayth, your arme 
 holes stincke, your feete worse than they, and your breathe 
 worst of all. 
 
 Cle. If I quite him not for this geare. 
 
 Du. And that you are bursten in the cods. 
 
 Cle. O villaine, he lieth, and if I were not in the streete 
 thou shouldest see them. 
 
 Du. And he saith, that you desire this yong gentlewoman, 
 as much for other mens pleasure as for your owne. 
 
 Cle. What meaneth he by that ? 
 
 Du. Peradvehture that by hir beautie, you woulde entice 
 many yong men to your house. 
 
 Cle. Yong men ? to what purpose ? 
 
 Du. Nay, gesse you that. 
 
 Cle. Is it possible that Pasipbilo speaketh thus of me ? 
 
 Du. Yea, and much more. 
 
 Cle. And doth Damon beleeve him ? 
 
 Du. Yea, more than you would thinke : in such sort, that 
 long ere this, he woulde have given you a flat repulse, but 
 Pasiphilo intreated him to continue you a suter for his ad- 
 vantage. 
 
 Cle. How for his advantage ? 
 
 Du. Marie, that during your sute he might still have some 
 rewarde for his great paines. 
 
 Cle. He shall have a rope, and yet that is more than he 
 deserveth : I had thought to have given him these hose when 
 I had worne them a litle nearer, but he shall have a. &c. 
 
 Du. In good faith sir, they were but loste on him. Will 
 you any thing else with me sir ? 
 
 Cle. Nay, I have heard to much of thee already. 
 
 Du. Then I will take my leave of you. 
 
 Cle. Farewell, but tell me, may I not know thy name ? 
 
 Du. Sir, they call me Foule fall you. 
 
 Cle. An ill favored name by my trouthe : arte thou this 
 countrey man ? 
 
 Du. No sir, I was borne by a castle me cal Scabbe catch 
 you : fare you well sir. 
 
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 Cle. Farewel. O God how have I bene abused ? what a 
 spokesman ? what a messanger had I provided ? 
 
 Car. Why sir, will you tarie for Pasipbilo till we die for 
 hunger ? 
 
 Cle. Trouble me not, that the Devill take you both. 
 
 Car. These newes what so ever they be, like him not. 
 
 Cle. Art thou so hungrie yet ? I pray to God thou be never 
 satisfied. 
 
 Car. By the masse no more I shal as long as I am your 
 ser vaunt. 
 
 Cle. Goe with mischaunce. 
 
 Car. Yea, and a mischiefs to you, and to al such covetous 
 wretches. 
 
 Finis Aiius. 2. 
 
 Actus, iii. Scena. i. 
 dalio the cooke. crapine the lackie. 
 
 EROSTRATO, DULIPO. 
 
 BY that time we come to the house, I truste that of these 
 xx. egges in the basket we shall find but very few whole. 
 But it is a folly to talke to him. What the devill, wilt thou 
 never lay that sticke out of thy hande ? he fighteth with the 
 dogges, beateth the beares, at every thing in the streate he 
 findeth occasion to tarie :. if he spie a slipstring by the waye 
 such another as himself, a Page, a Lackie or a dwarfe, the 
 devill of hell cannot holde him in chaynes, but he will be doing 
 with him : I cannot goe two steppes, but I muste looke backe 
 for my yonker : goe to halter sicke, if you breake one egge I 
 may chance breake, &c. 
 
 Cra. What will you breake? your nose in mine &c ? 
 
 Da. Ah beast. 
 
 Cra. If I be a beast, yet I am no horned beast. 
 
 Da. Is it even so ? is the winde in that doore ? If I were 
 unloden I would tel you whether I be a horned beast or no. 
 
 Cra. You are alway laden either with wine or with ale. 
 
 Dal. Ah spitefull boy, shall I suffer him ? 
 
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 Cra. Ah cowardely beast, darest thou strike and say never 
 a woorde ? 
 
 Dal. Well, my maister shall know of this geere, either he 
 shall redresse it, or he shall lose one of us. 
 
 Cra. Tel him the worst thou canst by me. z>7.'e7£ 
 
 Ero. What noise, what a rule is this ? proviso. 
 
 Cra. Marie sir, he striketh mee bicause I tell him of his 
 swearing. 
 
 Dal. The villaine lieth deadly, he reviles me bicause I bid 
 him make hast. 
 
 Era. Holla : no more of this. Dalio, doe you make in a' 
 readinesse those Pigeons, stock Doves, and also the breast of 
 Veale : and let your vessell be as cleare as glasse against I 
 returne, that I may tell you which I will have roasted, & 
 which boyled. Crapine,, lay downe that basket and followe 
 me. Oh that I coulde tell where to finde Pasiphilo, but looke 
 where he commeth that can tell me of him. 
 
 Dul. What have you done with Philogano your father ? S)j 
 
 Era. I have left him within, I would faine speake with Erostmto. 
 Pasiphilo, can you tell me where he is ? 
 
 Du. He dined this day with my maister, but whether he 
 went from thence I know not, what would you with him ? 
 
 Era. I woulde have him goe tell Damon that Philogano 
 my father is come and ready to make assurance of as much 
 as he wil require. Now shall I teach maister doftor a schole 
 point, he travaileth to none other end but to catche Cornua, 
 and he shall have them, for as old as he is, and as many sub- 
 tilties as he hath learned in the law, he can not goe beyond me 
 one ace. 
 
 Du. O deere friend, goe thy wayes seeke Pasiphilo, finde 
 him out, and conclude somewhat to our contentation. 
 
 Ero. But where shall I finde him ? 
 
 Du. At the feasts if there be any, or else in the market 
 with the poulters or the fishmongers. 
 
 Ero. What should he doe with them ? 
 
 Du. Mary he watcheth whose Caters bie the best meat. 
 If any bie a fat Capon, a good breast of Veale, fresh Samon 
 or any suche good dishe, he followeth to the house, and either 
 with some newes, or some stale jest he will be sure to make 
 himselfe a geast. 
 
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 Ero. In faith, and I will seeke there for him. 
 
 Du. Then muste you needes finde him, and when you 
 have done I will make you laughe. 
 
 Ero. Whereat ? 
 
 Du. At certaine sport I made to day with master doftor. 
 
 Ero. And why not now ? 
 
 Du. No it asketh further leysure, I pray thee dispatche, 
 and finde out Pasiphilo that honest man. 
 
 Dulipo tarieth. Erostrato goethout. 
 
 Scena. ii. 
 
 dulipo alone. 
 
 THis amorous cause that hageth in cotroversie betwene 
 Domine doStor & me, may be compared to the that play 
 at primero : of who some one peradveture shal leese a great 
 sum of money before he win one stake, & at last halfe in anger 
 shal set up his rest : win it : & after that another, another, 
 & another, till at last he draw the most part of the money to 
 his heape : y e other by litle & litle stil diminishing his rest, til 
 at last he be come as neere the brinke, as earst y e other was : 
 yet again peradveture fortune smiling on him, he shal as it 
 were by peece meale, pull out the guts of his fellows bags, 
 & bring him barer than he himselfe was tofore, & so in play 
 continue stil, (fortune favoring now this way, now y* way) 
 til at last the one of the is left with as many crosses as God 
 hath brethren. O howe often have I thoughte my selfe sure 
 of the upper hande herein ? but I triumphed before the viftorie. 
 And then how ofte againe iiave I thoughte the fielde loste? 
 Thus have I beene tossed nowe over, nowe under, even as 
 fortune list to whirle the wheele, neither sure to winne nor 
 certayne to loose the wager. And this practise that nowe my 
 servaunte hath devised, although hitherto it hath not succeeded 
 amisse, yet can I not count my selfe assured of it : for I feare 
 still that one mischance or other wyll come and turne it topsie 
 turvie. But looke where my mayster commeth. 
 
 Damon camming in, espieth Dulipo and calleth him. 
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 Scena. iii. 
 
 damon. dulipo. nevola, and two mo servants. 
 
 DUlipo. 
 Du. Here sir. 
 
 Da. Go in and bid Nevola and his fellowes come hither 
 that I may tell them what they shall goe about, and go you 
 into my studie : there upon the shelfe you shall find a roule 
 of writings which John of the Deane made to my Father, 
 when he solde him the Grange ferme, endorced with bothe 
 their names : bring it hither to me. 
 
 Du. It shall be done sir. 
 
 Da. Go, I wil prepare other maner of writings for you 
 tha you are aware of. O fooles that trust any ma but them- 
 selves now adaies : oh spiteful fortune, thou doest me wrong 
 I thinke, that from the depth of Hell pitte thou haste sente 
 mee this servaunt to be the subversion of me and all mine. 
 Come hither sirs, and heare what I shal say unto you : go The servants 
 into my studie, where you shall finde Dulipo, step to him all come '"• 
 at once, take him and (with a corde that I have Iaide on the 
 table for the nonce) bind him hande and foote, carie him into 
 the dungeon under the stayres, make faste the dore & bring me 
 the key, it hangeth by upon a pin on the wall. Dispatche and 
 doe this geare as privily as you can : and thou Nevola come 
 hither to me againe with speede. 
 
 Ne. Well I shall. 
 
 Da. Alas how shall I be revenged of this extreme despite ? 
 if I punishe my servant according to his divelishe deserts, 
 I shall heape further cares upon mine owne head : for to 
 suche detestable offences no punishment can seeme sufficient, 
 but onely death, and in such cases it is not lawful for a 
 man to be his owne carver. The Iawes are ordeyned, and 
 officers appoynted to minister justice for the redresse of 
 wrongs : and if to the potestates I complayne me, I shall 
 publishe mine owne reproche to the worlde. Yea, what 
 should it prevayle me to use all the puinishments that can 
 be devised ? the thing once done can not be undone. My 
 
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 daughter is defloured, and I utterly dishonested: how can I 
 then wype that blot off my browe ? and on whome shall 
 I seeke revenge ? Alas, alas I my selfe have bene the cause of 
 all these cares, and have deserved to beare the punishment 
 of all these mishappes. Alas, I should not have committed 
 my dearest darling in custodie to so carelesse a creature as 
 this olde Nurse : for we see by common proofe, that these 
 olde women be either peevishe, or pitifull : either easily 
 enclined to evill, or quickly corrupted with bribes and re- 
 wards. O wife, my good wife (that nowe lyest eolde in 
 the grave) now may I well bewayle the wante of thee, and 
 mourning nowe may I bemone that I misse thee : if thou 
 hadst lived (suche was thy governement of the least things) 
 that thou wouldest prudently have provided for the preser- 
 vation of this pearle. A costly Jewell may I well accompte 
 hir, that hath been my cheefe comforte in youth, and is nowe 
 become the corosive of mine age. O Polynesta, full evill hast 
 thou requited the clemencie of thy carefull father : and yet to 
 excuse thee giltlesse before God, and to condemne thee giltie 
 before the worlde, I can count none other but my wretched 
 selfe the caytife and causer of all my cares. For of al the 
 dueties that are requisite in humane lyfe, onely obedience is 
 by the parents to be required of the childe : where on y e other 
 side the parents are bound, first to beget them, then to bring 
 the foorth, after to nourish them, to preserve them from 
 bodily perils in the cradle, from daunger of soule by godly 
 education, to matche them in consort enclined to vertue, too 
 banish them all ydle and wanton companie, to allow them 
 sufficiente for their sustentation, to cut off excesse the open 
 gate of sinne, seldome or never to smile on them unlesse it 
 be to their encouragement in vertue, and finally, to provide 
 them manages in time covenient, lest (negledted of us) they 
 learne to sette either to much or to litle by theselves. Five 
 yeares are past since I might have maried hir, when by 
 cotinuall excuses I have prolonged it to my owne perdition. 
 Alas, I shoulde have considered, she is a collop of my owne 
 flesh : what shold I think to make hir a princesse ? Alas alas, 
 a poore kingdome have I now caught to endowe hir with : 
 It is too true, that of all sorowes this is the head source and 
 chiefe fountaine of all furies : the goods of the world are in- 
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 certain, the gaines to be rejoyced at, and the losse not greatly to 
 be lamented : only the children cast away, cutteth the parents 
 throate with the knife of inward care, which knife will kill me 
 surely, I make none other accompte. 
 
 Damons servants come tit him againe. 
 
 Scena. iiii. 
 
 NEVOLA. DAMON. PASIPHILO. 
 
 Sir, we have done as you badde us, and here is the key. 
 Da. Well, go then Nevola and seeke master Casteling 
 the jayler, he dwelleth by S. Antonies gate, desire him too 
 lend me a paire of the fetters he useth for his prisoners, and 
 come againe quickly. 
 
 Ne. Well sir. 
 
 Da. Heare you, if he aske what I would do with them, 
 say you ca not tell, and tell neither him nor any other, what 
 is become of Dulipo. Damon goeth out. 
 
 [Ne.~\ I warant you sir. Fye upon the Devill, it is a thing Another 
 almost unpossible for a man nowe a dayes to handle money, su PP° se - 
 but the mettal will sticke on his fingers : I marvelled alway 
 at this fellowe of mine Dulipo, that of the wages he received, 
 he could maintaine himselfe so bravely apparelled, but nowe I 
 perceive the cause, he had the disbursing and receit of all my 
 masters affaires, the keys of the granair, Dulippo here, Dulippo 
 there, [in] favoure with my maister, in favoure with his daughter, 
 what woulde you more, he was M agister failotum : he was as 
 fine as the Crusadoe", -and wee silly wretches as course as 
 canvas : wel, behold what it is come to in the ende, he had bin 
 better to have done lesse. ^«- *»*«<* 
 
 Pa. Thou saist true Nevola, he hath done to much in deed. ve 'tit. 
 
 Ne. From whence commest thou in the devils name ? 
 
 Pa. Out of the same house thou earnest from, but not out 
 of the same dore. 
 
 Ne. We had thought thou hadst bene gone long since. 
 
 Pa. When I arose from the table, I felte a rumbling in 
 my belly, whiche made me runne to the stable, and there I fell 
 
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 on sleepe uppon the strawe, and have line there ever since : 
 And thou whether goest thou ? 
 
 Ne. My master hath sent me on an errand in great hast. 
 
 Pa. Whether I pray thee ? 
 
 Ne. Nay I may not tell : Farewell. 
 
 Pa. As though I neede any further instructions : O God 
 what newes I heard eve now, as I lay in the stable : O good 
 Another Erostrato and pore Oleander, that have so earnestly stroven 
 for this damsel, happie is he that can get hir I promise you, 
 he shall be sure of mo than one at a clap that catcheth hir, 
 eyther Adam or Eve within hir belie. Oh God, how men 
 may be deceived in a woman ? who wold have beleeved the 
 contrary but that she had bin a virgin ? aske the neighbours and 
 you shall heare very good report of hir : marke hir behaviors 
 & you would have judged hir very maydenly : seldome seene 
 abroade but in place of prayer, and there very devout, and 
 no gaser at outwarde sightes, no blaser of hir beautie above 
 in the windowes, no stale at the doore for the bypassers : you 
 would have thought hir a holy yong woman. But muche 
 good doe it Do/nine DoSfor, hee shall be sure to lacke no 
 corne in a deare yere, whatsoever he have with hir else : I 
 beshrewe me if I let the mariage any way. But is not this 
 the old scabbed queane that I heard disclosing all this geere 
 to hir master, as I stoode in the stable ere nowe ? it is shee. 
 Whither goeth Psiteria ? 
 
 Pasiphilo espietb Psiteria camming. 
 
 Scena. v. 
 
 PSITERIA, PASIPHILO. 
 
 TO a Gossip of myne heereby. 
 Pa. What? to tattle of the goodly stirre that thou 
 keptst concerning Polynesta. 
 
 Ps. No no : but how knew you of that geere ? 
 Pa. You tolde me. 
 Ps. I ? when did I tell you ? 
 
 Pa. Even now when you tolde it to Damon, I both sawe 
 you and heard you, though you saw not me : a good parte I 
 
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 promise you, to accuse the poore wenche, kill the olde man 
 with care, over and besides the daunger you have brought 
 Dulipo and the Nursse unto, and many moe, fie, fie. 
 
 Ps. In deed I was to blame, but not so much as you think. 
 
 Pa. And how not so muche ? did I not heare you tell ? 
 
 Ps. Yes, But I will tell you how it came to passe : I have 
 knowen for a great while, that this Dulipo and Polynesta 
 have lyen togither, and all by the meanes of the nurse : yet 
 I held my peace, and never tolde it. Now this other day the 
 Nursse fell on scolding with me, and twyce or thryce called 
 me drunken olde whore, and suche names that it was too 
 badde : and I called hir baude, and tolde hir that I knew well 
 enoughe howe often she had brought Dulipo to Polynestas bed : 
 yet all this while I thought not that anye body had heard me, 
 but it befell cleane contrary e : for my maister was on the other 
 side of the wall, and heard all our talke, whereupon he sent for 
 me, and forced me to confesse all that you heard. 
 
 Pas. And why wouldest thou tell him ? I woulde not 
 for. &c. 
 
 Ps. Well, if I had thought my maister would have taken it 
 so, he should rather have killed me. 
 
 Pas. Why ? how could he take it ? 
 
 Ps. Alas, it pitieth me to see the poore yong woman how 
 she weepes, wailes, and teares hir heare : not esteming hir 
 owne life halfe so deare as she doth poore Dulipos: and hir 
 father, he weepes on the other side, that it would pearce an 
 hart of stone with pitie : but I must be gone. 
 
 Pas. Go that the gunne pouder consume thee olde trotte. 
 
 Finis Aifus. 3. 
 
 Actus, iiii. Scena. i. 
 erostrato fained. 
 
 WHat shall I doe ? Alas what remedie shall I finde for 
 my ruefull estate ? what escape, or what excuse may 
 I now devise to shifte over our subtile supposes ? for though 
 
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 to this day I have usurped the name of my maister, and that 
 without checke or controll of any man, now shal I be openly 
 discyphred, and that in the sight of every man : now shal it 
 openly be knowen, whether I be Erostrato the gentleman, 
 or Dulipo the servaunt. We have hitherto played our parts 
 in abusing others : but nowe commeth the man that wil not 
 be abused, the right Philogano the right father of the right 
 Erostrato : going to seke Pasiphilo, and hearing that he was 
 at the water gate, beholde I espied my fellowe Litio, and 
 by and by my olde maister Philogano setting forth his first 
 step on land : I to fuge and away hither as fast as I could to 
 bring word to the right Erostrato, of his right father Philogano, 
 that to so sodaine a mishap some subtile shift might be upo 
 the sodaine devised. But what can be imagined to serve 
 the turne, although we had [a] monethes respite to beate oure 
 braines about it, since we are commoly knowen, at the least 
 supposed in this towne, he for Dulipo, a slave & servant to 
 Damon, & I for Erostrato a gentleman & a student? But 
 beholde, runne Crapine to yonder olde woman before she get 
 within the doores, & desire hir to call out Dulipo : but heare 
 you ? if she aske who would speake with him, saye thy selfe 
 and none other. 
 
 Erostrato espieth Psiteria camming, and sendeth his 
 lackey to hir. 
 
 Scena. ii. 
 
 CRAPINE. PSITERIA. EROSTRATO fained. 
 
 HOnest woman, you gossip, thou rotten whore, hearest 
 thou not olde witche ? 
 
 Ps. A rope stretche your yong bones, either you muste live 
 to be as old as I, or be hanged while you are yong. 
 
 Cra. I pray thee loke if Dulipo be within. 
 
 Ps. Yes that he is I warrant him. 
 
 Cra. Desire him then to come hither and speake a word 
 with me, he shall not tarie. 
 
 Ps. Content your selfe, he is otherwise occupied. 
 
 Cra. Yet tell him so gentle girle. 
 
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 Ps. I tell you he is busie. 
 
 Cra. Why is it such a matter to tell him so, thou crooked 
 Crone ? 
 
 Ps. A rope stretche you marie. 
 
 Cra. A pockes eate you marie. 
 
 Ps. Thou wilt be hanged I warat thee, if thou live to it. 
 
 Cra. And thou wilt be burnt I warant thee, if the canker 
 consume thee not. 
 
 Ps. If I come neere you hempstring, I will teache you to 
 sing sol fa. 
 
 Cra. Come on, and if I get a stone I will scare crowes 
 with you. 
 
 Ps. Goe with a mischiefe, I thinke thou be some devill 
 that woulde tempte me. 
 
 Era. Crapine : heare you ? come away, let hir goe with a 
 vengeance, why come you not ? Alas loke where my maister 
 Philogano commeth : what shall I doe ? where shall I hide me ? 
 he shall not see me in these clothes, nor before I have spoken 
 with the right Erostrato. 
 
 Erostrato espyeth Phykgano co[mm\ing, and runneth 
 about to hide him. 
 
 Scena. iii. 
 
 philogano. ferrarese the Inne keper. 
 litio a servant. 
 
 HOnest man it is even so : be you sure there is no love to 
 be compared like the love of the parents towards their 
 children. It is not long since I thought that a very waightie 
 matter shoulde not have made me come out of Sici/ia, and 
 yet now I have taken this tedious toyle and travaile upon me, 
 only to see my sonne, and to have him home with me. 
 
 Per. By my faith sir, it hath ben a great travaile in dede, 
 and to much for one of your age. 
 
 Phi. Yea be you sure : I came in companie with certaine 
 gentlemen of my countrey, who had affaires to dispatche as 
 far as to An\c\ona, from thence by water too Ravenna, and from 
 Ravenna hither, continually against the tide. 
 
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 Fer. Yea & I think y* you had but homly lodging by 
 y e way. 
 
 Phi. The worst y* ever man had : but that was nothing to 
 the stirre that y e serchers kept with me when I came aborde 
 y e ship : Jesus how often they untrussed my male, & ransaked 
 a litle capcase that I had, tossed & turned al that was within 
 it, serched my bosome, yea my breeches, y* I assure you I 
 thought they would have flayed me to searche betwene the 
 fell and the fleshe for fardings. 
 
 Fer. Sure I have heard no lesse, and that the marchants 
 bobbe them somtimes, but they play the knaves still. 
 
 Phi. Yea be you well assured, suche an office is the 
 inheritance of a knave, and an honest man will not meddle 
 with it. 
 
 Fer. Wei, this passage shal seme pleasant unto you whe 
 you shall finde your childe in health and well : but I praye 
 you sir- why did you not rather send for him into Sicilia, 
 than to come your selfe, specially since you had none other 
 businesse ? peradventure you had rather endanger your selfe by 
 this noysome journey, than hazard to drawe him from his 
 studie. 
 
 Phi. Nay, that was not the matter, for I had rather have 
 him give over his studie altogither and come home. 
 
 Fer. Why ? if you minded not to make him learned, to 
 what ende did you send him hither at the first ? 
 
 Phi. I will tell you : when he was at home he did as most 
 yong men doe, he played many mad prankes and did many 
 things that liked me not very well : and I thinking, that by 
 that time he had sene the worlde, he would learne to know 
 himselfe better, exhorted him to studie, and put in his eleftio 
 what place he would go to. At the last he came hither, and I 
 thinke he was scarce here so sone as I felt the want of him, 
 in suche sorte, as from that day to this I have passed fewe 
 nightes without teares. I have written to him very often that 
 he shoulde come home, but continually he refused stil, beseching 
 me to continue his studie, wherein he doubted not (as he said) 
 but to profite greatly. 
 
 Fer. In dede he is very much commended of al men, and 
 specially of the best reputed studentes. 
 
 Phi. I am glad he hath not lost his time, but I care not 
 
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 greatly for so muche knowledge. I would not be without 
 the sighte of hym againe so long, for all the learning in the 
 worlde. I am olde nowe, and if God shoulde call mee in 
 his absence, I promise you I thinke it woulde drive me into 
 disperation. 
 
 Fer. It is commendable in a man to love his childre, but to 
 be so tender over them is more womanlike ? 
 
 Phi. Well, I confesse it is my faulte : and yet I will 
 tell you another cause of my comming hither, more waightie 
 than this. Divers of my countrey have bene here since hee 
 came hither, by whome I have sente unto him, and some of 
 the have bene thrice, some foure or five times at his house, 
 and yet could never speake with him. I feare he applies his 
 studie so, that he will not leese the minute of an houre from 
 his booke. What, alas, he might yet talke with his country- 
 men for a while : he is a yong man, tenderly brought up, and 
 if he fare thus cotinually night & day at his booke, it may be 
 enough to drive him into a frenesie. 
 
 Fer. In dede, enough were as good as a feast. Loe you sir 
 here is your sonne Erostratoes house, I will knocke. 
 
 Phi. Yea, I pray you knocke. 
 
 Fer. They heare not. 
 
 Phi. Knocke againe. 
 
 Fer. I thinke they be on slepe. 
 
 Ly. If this gate were your Grandefathers soule, you coulde 
 not knocke more softly, let me come : ho, ho, is there any body 
 within ? 
 
 Dalio commeth to the wyndowe, and there maketh them 
 answere. 
 
 Scena. iiii. 
 
 dalio the cooke. ferarese the inholder. 
 philogano. litio his man. 
 
 WHat devill of hell is there ? I thinke hee will breake the 
 gates in peeces. 
 Li. Marie sir, we had thoughte you had beene on sleepe 
 within, and therefore we thought best to wake you : what 
 doth Erostrato I 
 
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 Da. He is not within. 
 
 Phi. Open the dore good fellow I pray thee. 
 
 Da. If you thinke to lodge here, you are deceived I tell 
 you, for here are guestes enowe already. 
 
 Phi. A good fellow, and much for thy maister honesty by 
 our Ladie : and what guestes I pray thee ? 
 Another £) a . Here is Philogano my maisters father, lately come out 
 
 sunnose. r n . . .. ° J J 
 
 or bicilia. 
 
 Phi. Thou speakest truer tha thou arte aware of, he will 
 be, by that time thou hast opened the dore : open I pray thee 
 hartily. 
 
 Da. It is a small matter for me to open the dore, but here 
 is no lodging for you, I tell you plaine, the house is full. 
 
 Phi. Of whome ? 
 
 Da. I tolde you : here is Philogano my maisters father come 
 from Cathanea. 
 
 Phi. And when came he ? 
 
 Da. He came three houres since, or more, he alighted at 
 the Aungell, and left his horses there : afterwarde my maister 
 brought him hither. 
 
 Phi. Good fellow, I thinke thou hast good sport to mocke 
 mee. 
 
 Da. Nay, I thinke you have good spor[te] to make me tary 
 here, as though I have nothing else to doe : I am matched 
 with an unrulye mate in the kitchin. I will goe looke to him 
 another while. 
 
 Phi. I thinke he be drunken. 
 
 Fer. Sure he semes so : see you not how redde he is about 
 the gilles ? 
 
 Phi. Abide fellow, what Philogano is it whome thou 
 talkest of? 
 
 Da. An honest gentlema, father to Erostrato my maister. 
 
 Phi. And where is he ? 
 
 Da. Here within. 
 
 Phi. May we see him ? 
 
 Da. I thinke you may if you be not blind. 
 
 Phi. Go to, go tel him here is one wold speake with him. 
 
 Da. Mary that I will willingly doe. 
 
 Phi. I can not tell what I shoulde say to this geere, Litis, 
 what thinkest thou of it ? 
 
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 Li. I cannot tell you what I shoulde say sir, the worlde 
 is large and long, there maye be moe Philoganos and moe Another 
 Erostratos than one, yea and rnoe Ferraras, moe Sicilias, and 
 moe Cathaneas : peradventure this is not that Ferrara whiche 
 you sent your sonne unto. 
 
 Phi. Peradventure thou arte a foole, and he was another 
 that answered us even now. But be you sure honest man, 
 that you mistake not the house ? 
 
 Fer. Nay, then god helpe, thinke you I knowe not Ero- 
 stratos house ? yes, and himselfe also : I sawe him here no 
 longer since tha yesterday. But here comes one that wil tell 
 us tydings of him, I like his countenaunce better than the 
 others that answered at the windowe erewhile. 
 
 Dalio draweth his hed in at the wyndowe, the Scenese 
 commeth out. 
 
 Scena. v. 
 
 SCENESE. PH[l]LOGANO. DALIO. 
 
 WOuld you speake with me sir ? 
 Phi. Yea sir, I would faine knowe whence you are. 
 See. Sir I am a Sicilian, at your commaundement. 
 Phi. What part of Sicilia ? 
 See. Of Cathanea. 
 Phi. What shall I call your name ? 
 See. My name is Philogano. 
 Phi. What trade doe you occupie ? 
 See. Marchandise. 
 
 Phi. What marchandise brought you hither ? 
 See. None, I came onely to see a sonne that I have here 
 whom I sawe not these two yeares. 
 Phi. What call they your sonne ? 
 See. Erostrato. 
 
 Phi. Is Erostrato your sonne ? 
 See. Yea verily. 
 Phi. And are you Philogano ? 
 See. The same. 
 
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 Phi. And a marchant of Cathanea ? 
 
 See. What neede I tell you so often ? I will not tell you 
 a lye. 
 
 Phi. Yes, you have told me a false lie, and thou arte a 
 vilaine and no better. 
 
 See. Sir, you offer me great wrong with these injurious 
 wordes. 
 
 Phi. Nay, I will doe more than I have yet proffered to 
 doe, for I will prove thee a Iyer, and a knave to take upon thee 
 that thou art not. 
 
 See. Sir I am Philogano of Cathanea, out of all doubte, if 
 suppose! I were not I would be loth to tell you so. 
 
 Phi. Oh, see the boldnesse of this brute beast, what a brasen 
 face he setteth on it ? 
 
 See. Well, you may beleve me if you liste : what wonder 
 you ? 
 
 Phi. I wonder at thy impudencie, for thou, nor nature 
 that framed thee, can ever counterfaite thee to be me, ribauld 
 villaine, and lying wretch that thou arte. 
 a leasant ^a. Shall I suffer a knave to abuse my^maisters father 
 suppose, thus ? hence villaine, hence, or I will sheath this good fawchio 
 in your pauch : if my maister Erostrato find you prating here 
 on this fashio to his father, I wold not be in your coate for mo 
 conney skins tha I gat these twelve monethes : come you in 
 againe sir, and let this Curre barke here till he burst. 
 Dalio pulleth the Scenese in at the dores. 
 
 Scena. vi. 
 
 PHILOGANO. LITIO. FERARESE. 
 
 Eo, how likest thou this geere ? 
 Li. Sir, I like it as evill as may be: but have you not 
 often heard tell of the falsehood of Ferara, and now may you 
 see, it falleth out accordingly. 
 
 Fer. Friend, you do not well to slaunder the Citie, these 
 men are no Ferrareses you may know by their tons;. 
 
 Li. Well, there is never a barrell better herring, beetwene 
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 you both : but in deed your officers are most to blame, that 
 suffer such faultes to escape unpunished. 
 
 Fer. What knowe the officers of this ? thinke you they 
 know of every fault ? 
 
 Li. Nay, I thmke they will knowe as little as may bee, 
 specially when they have no gaines, by it, but they ought to 
 have their eares as open to heare of such offeces, as the In- 
 gates be to receive guests. 
 
 Phi. Holde thy peace foole. 
 
 Li. By the masse I am afearde that we shall be proved 
 fooles both two. 
 
 Phi. Well, what shall we doe ? 
 
 Li. I would thinke best we should go seeke Erostrato him 
 selfe. 
 
 Fer. I will waite upon you willingly, and either at the 
 schooles, or at the convocations, we shall find him. 
 
 Phi. By our Lady I am wery, I will run no longer about 
 to seke him, I am sure hither he will come at the last. 
 
 Li. Sure, my mind gives me that we shall find a new A true SU P" 
 Erostrato ere it be long. 
 
 Fe. Looke where he is, whether runnes he ? stay you 
 awhile, I will goe tell him that you are here : Erostrato, 
 Erostra[t\o, ho Erostrato, I would speake with you. 
 
 Erostrato is espied uppon the stage running 
 about. 
 
 Scena. vii. 
 Fained erostrato. ferarese. 
 
 PHILOGANO. LITIO. DALIO. 
 
 NOwe can I hide me no longer. Alas what shall I doe ? 
 I will set a good face on, to beare out the matter. 
 Fera. O Erostrato, Philogano your father is come out of 
 Sicilia. 
 
 Ero. Tell me that I knowe not, I have bene with him 
 and seene him alredy. 
 
 Fera. Is it possible ? and it seemeth by him that you know 
 not of his comming. 
 
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SUPPOSES 
 
 Ero. Why, have you spoken with him ? when saw you 
 him I pray you ? 
 
 Fera. Loke you where he standes, why go you not too 
 him ? Looke you Phihgano, beholde your deare son Erostrato. 
 
 Phi. Erostrato ? this is not Erostrato : thys seemeth rather 
 to be Dulipo, and it is Dulipo in deede. 
 
 Li. Why, doubte you of that ? 
 
 Ero. What saith this honest man ? 
 
 Phi. Mary sir, in deede you are so honorably cladde, it 
 is no marvell if you loke bigge. 
 
 Ero. To whome speaketh he ? 
 
 Phi. What, God helpe, do you not know me ? 
 
 Ero. As farre as I remember Sir, I never sawe you before. 
 
 Phi. Harke Litis, here is good geere, this honest man will 
 not know me. 
 a shame- Era. Gentleman, you take your markes amisse. 
 
 suppose. Li. Did I not tell you of the falsehood of Ferrara master ? 
 
 Dulipo hath learned to play the knave indifferently well since 
 he came hither. 
 
 Phi. Peace I say. 
 
 Ero. Friend, my name is not Dulipo, aske you thorough 
 out this towne of great and small, they know me : aske this 
 honest man that is with you, if you wyll not beleeve me. 
 
 Ferra. In deede, I never knewe him otherwise called than 
 Erostrato : and so they call him, as many as knowe him. 
 
 Li. Master, nowe you may see the falsehood of these 
 a needeiesse fellowes : this honest man your hoste, is of counsaile with 
 him, and would face us down that it is Erostrato: beware 
 of these mates. 
 
 Fera. Friende, thou doest me wrong to suspeft me, for sure 
 I never hearde hym otherwise called than Erostrato. 
 
 Ero. What name could you heare me called by, but by 
 my right name ? But I am wise enough to stand prating 
 here with this old man, I thinke he be mad. 
 
 Phi. Ah runnagate, ah villaine traitour, doest thou use thy 
 master thus ? what hast thou done with my son villain ? 
 
 Da. Doth this dogge barke here still i and will you suffer 
 him master thus to revile you ? 
 
 Ero. Come in, come in, what wilt thou do with thys 
 pestil ? 
 
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 Da. I will rap the olde cackabed on the costerd. 
 
 Ero. Away with it, & you sirra, lay downe these stones : 
 come in at dore every one of you, beare with him for his 
 age, I passe not of his evill wordes. 
 
 Erostrato taketh all his servantes in at the dores. 
 
 Scena. viii. 
 
 PHILOGANO. FERARESE. LITIO. 
 
 A Las, who shall relieve my miserable estate ? to whome shall 
 £\. I complaine ? since he whome I brought up of a childe, 
 yea and cherished him as if he had bene mine owne, doth 
 nowe utterly denie to knowe me : and you whome I toke 
 for an honest man, and he that should have broughte me to 
 the sighte of my sonne, are compa&e with this false wretch, 
 and woulde face me downe that he is Erostrato. Alas, you An other 
 might have some compassion of mine age, to the miserie I suppo5< 
 am now in, and that I am a stranger desolate of all comforte 
 in this countrey : or at the least, you shoulde have feared the 
 vengeaunce of God the supreme judge (whiche knoweth the 
 secrets of all harts) in bearing this false witnesse with him, 
 whome heaven and earth doe knowe to be Dulipo and not 
 Erostrato. 
 
 Li. If there be many such witnesses in this coiitrey, men 
 may go about to prove what they wil in cotroversies here. 
 
 Per. Well sir, you may judge of me as it pleaseth you : 
 & how the matter commeth to passe I know not, but truly, 
 ever since he came first hither, I have knowen him by the 
 name of Erostrato the sonne of Philogano a Cathanese : nowe 
 whether he be so in deede, or whether he be Dulipo, (as you 
 alledge) let that be proved by them that knewe him before 
 he came hether. But I protest before God, that whiche I 
 have said, is neither a matter compadt with him, nor any 
 other, but even as I have hard him called & reputed of 
 al me. 
 
 Phi. Out and alas, he whom I sent hither with my son 
 to be his servaunt, and to give attendance on him, hath ey ther A shrewde 
 cut his throate, or by some evill meanes made him away : suppose. 
 
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 and hath not onely taken his garmentes, his bookes, his money, 
 and that whiche he brought out of Sicilia with him, but 
 usurpeth his name also, and turneth to his owne commoditie 
 the bills of exchaunge that I have alwayes allowed for my 
 sonnes expences. Oh miserable Philogano, oh unhappie old 
 man : oh eternall God, is there no judge ? no officer ? no 
 higher powers whom I may complaine unto for redresse of 
 these wrongs ? 
 
 Fer. Yes sir, we have potestates, we have Judges, and 
 above al, we have a most juste prince: doubt you not, but 
 you shall have justice if your cause be just. 
 
 Phi. Bring me then to the Judges, to the potestates, or 
 to whome you thinke best : for I will disclose a packe of the 
 greatest knaverie, a fardell of the fowlest falsehoode that ever 
 was heard of. 
 
 Li. Sir, he that wil goe to the lawe, must be sure of foure 
 things : first, a right and a just cause : then a righteous advo- 
 cate to pleade : nexte, favour coram Iudice : and above all, a 
 good purse to procure it. 
 
 Fer. I have not heard, that the law hath any respeft to 
 favour : what you meane by it I cannot tell. 
 
 Phi. Have you no regard to his wordes, he is but a foole. 
 
 Fer. I pray you sir, let him tell me what is favour. 
 
 Li. Favour cal I, to have a friend neere about the judge, 
 who may so sollicite thy cause, as if it be right, speedie 
 sentence may ensue without any delayes : if it be not good, 
 then to prolong it, till at the last, thine adversarie being 
 wearie, shal be glad to compound with thee. 
 
 Fer. Of thus much (although I never heard thus muche 
 in this cofitrey before) doubt you not Philogano, I will bring 
 you to an advocate that shall speede you accordingly. 
 
 Phi. Then shall I give my selfe, as it were a pray to the 
 Lawyers, whose insatiable jawes I am not able to feede, 
 although I had here all the goods and landes which I possesse 
 in mine own countrey : much lesse being a straunger in this 
 miserie. I know their cautels of old : at the first time I come 
 they wil so extoll my cause, as though it were already won : 
 but within a sevenight or ten daies, if I do not continually 
 feede them as the crow doth hir brattes, twetie times in an 
 houre, they will begin to waxe colde, and to finde cavils in 
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 my cause, saying, that at the firste I did not well instrudte 
 them, till at the last, they will not onely drawe the stuffing 
 out of my purse, but the marrow out of my bones. 
 
 Fer. Yea sir, but this man that I tell you of, is halfe a 
 Saindte. 
 
 Li. And the other halfe a Devill, I hold a pennie. 
 
 Phi. Well sayd Litio, in deede I have but smal confidence 
 in their smothe lookes. 
 
 Fer. Well sir, I thinke this whom I meane, is no suche 
 manner of man : but if he were, there is such hatred and evil An other 
 wil betwene him & this gentlema (whether he be Erostrato or PP ° S ' 
 Dulipo, what so ever he be) that I warrant you, he will doe 
 whatsoever he can do for you, were it but to spite him. 
 
 Phi. Why ? what hatred is betwixt them ? 
 
 Fer. They are both in love and suters to one gentlewoman, 
 the daughter of a welthie man in this citie. 
 
 Phi. Why ? is the villeine become of such estimatio that 
 he dare presume to be a suter to any gentlewoma of a good 
 familie ? 
 
 Fer. Yea sir out of all doubt. 
 
 Phi. How call you his adversarie ? 
 
 Fer. Oleander, one of the excellentest dodtors in our citie. 
 
 Phi. For Gods love let us goe to him. 
 
 Fer. Goe we then. 
 
 Finis AStus. 4. 
 
 Actus, v. Scena. 1. 
 Fayned erostrato. 
 
 WHat a mishappe was this? that before I could meete 
 with Erostrato, I have light even ful in the lap of 
 Philogano : where I was costrained to denie my name, to denie 
 my master, & to faine that I knew him not, to contend with 
 him, & to revile him, in such sort, that hap what hap can, 
 I ca never hap well in favour with him againe. Therefore 
 if I could come to speake with y e right Erostrato, I will 
 
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 renounce unto him both habite and credite, and away as fast 
 as I can trudge into some strange countrey, where I may 
 never see Philogano againe. Alas, he that of a litle childe 
 hath brought me up unto this day, and nourished me as if 
 Appose' I had bene his owne : & indeede (to confesse the trouth) I 
 have no father to trust unto but him. But looke where 
 Pasiphilo commeth, the fittest man in the world to goe on 
 m[y] message to Erostrato. 
 
 Erostrato espieth Pasiphilo camming towards him. 
 
 Scena. ii. 
 
 PASIPHILO. EROSTRATO. 
 
 TWo good newes have I heard to day alreadie : one that 
 Erostrato prepared a great feast this night : the other, 
 that he seeketh for me. And I to ease him of his travaile, 
 least he shoulde runne up and downe seeking me, and bicause 
 no man loveth better tha I to have an erand where good 
 cheere is, come in post hast even home to his owne house : 
 and loke where he is. 
 
 Era. Pasiphilo, thou muste doe one thing for me if thou 
 love me. 
 
 Pas. If I love you not, who loves you ? commaunde me. 
 
 Ero. Go then a litle there, to Damons house, aske for 
 Dulipo, and tell him. 
 
 Pas. Wot you what ? I cannot speake with him, he is in 
 prison. 
 
 Ero. In prison ? how commeth that to passe ? where is he 
 in prison ? 
 
 Pas. In a vile dungeon there within his masters house. 
 
 Ero. Canst thou tell wherefore ? 
 
 Pas. Be you content to know he is in prison, I have told 
 you to muche. 
 
 Ero. If ever you will doe any thing for me, tell me. 
 
 Pas. I pray you desire me not, what were you the better 
 if you knew ? 
 
 Ero. More than thou thinkest Pasiphilo by God. 
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 Pas. Well, and yet it standes me upon more than you 
 thinke, to keepe it secrete. 
 
 Ero. Why Pasiphilo, is this the trust I have had in you ? 
 are these the faire promises you have a[l]wayes made me ? 
 
 Pas. By the masse I would I had fasted this night with 
 maister dodtor, rather than have come hither. 
 
 Ero. Wei Pasiphilo, eyther tel me, or at few woordes never 
 thinke to be welcome to this house from hence forthe. 
 
 Pas. Nay, yet I had rather leese all the Gentlemen in this 
 towne. But if I tell you any thing that displease you, blame 
 no body but your selfe now. 
 
 Ero. There is nothing ca greve me more tha Dulipoes 
 mishappe, no not mine owne : and therfore I am sure thou 
 canst tell me no worsse tidings. 
 
 Pa. Well, since you would needes have it, I wil tell you : Another 
 he was taken a bed with your beloved Polynesta. homely" 
 
 Ero. Alas, and doth Damon knowe it ? su PP° se - 
 
 Pa. An olde trotte in the house disclosed it to him, 
 wherupon he tooke bothe Dulipo and the Nurse which hath 
 bene the broker of all this bargayne, and clapte them bothe 
 in a cage, where I thinke they shall have so[wr]e soppes too 
 their sweete meates. 
 
 Ero. Pasiphilo, go thy wayes into the kitchin, commaund 
 the cooke to boyie and roast what liketh thee best, I make 
 thee supra visour of this supper. 
 
 Pa. By the masse if you should have studied this seven- 
 night, you could not have appointed me an office to please 
 me better. You shall see what dishes I will devise. 
 
 Pasiphilo goeth in, Erostrato tarieth. 
 
 Scena. iii. 
 
 Fayned erostrato alone. 
 
 I Was glad to rid him out of the way, least he shoulde see 
 me burst out of these swelling teares, which hitherto with 
 great payne I have prisoned in my brest, & least he shoulde 
 heare the Eccho of my doubled sighes, whiche bounce from 
 the botome of my hevy heart. O cursed I, O cruell fortune, 
 
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 that so many dispersed griefes as were sufficient to subvert a 
 legion of Lovers, hast sodenly assembled within my carefull 
 carkase to freat this fearfull heart in sunder with desperation. 
 Thou that hast kepte my master all his youthe within the 
 realme of Sicilia, reserving the wind and waves in a temperate 
 calme (as it were at his commaunde) nowe to convey his aged 
 limmes hither, neither sooner nor later : but even in the worst 
 time that may be. If at any time before thou haddest con- 
 ducted him, this enterprise had bene cut off without care in 
 the beginning : and if never so little longer thou hadst lingred 
 his jorney, this happie day might then have fully finished our 
 drifts & devises. But alas, thou hast brought him even in 
 the very worst time, to plunge us al in the pit of perdition. 
 Neither art thou content to entagle me alone in thy ruinous 
 ropes, but thou must also catch the right Erostrato in thy 
 crooked clawes, to reward us both with open shame & rebuke. 
 Two yeeres hast thou kept secrete our subtill Supposes, even 
 this day to discipher them with a sorowfull successe. What 
 shall I do ? Alas what shift shall I make ? it is too late now 
 to imagine any further deceite, for every minute seemeth an 
 houre til I find some succour for the miserable captive Erostrato. 
 Wei, since there is no other remedie, I wil go to my master 
 Philogano, & to him will I tell the whole truth of the matter, 
 that at the least he may provide in time, before his sonne feele 
 the smart of some sharpe revenge and punishment. This is 
 the best, and thus wil I do. Yet I know, that for mine owne 
 parte I shal do bitter penance for my faults forepassed : but 
 suche is the good will and duetie that I beare to Erostrato, as 
 even with the losse of my life I must not sticke to adventure 
 any thing which may turne to his commoditie. But what 
 shall I do ? shal I go seeke my master about the towne, or 
 shall I tarrie his returne hither? If I meete him in the 
 streetes, he wil crie out upon me, neither will he harken to 
 any thing that I shall say, till he have gathered all the people 
 wondring about me, as it were at an Owle. Therefore I were 
 better to abide here, and yet if he tarrie long I will goe seeke 
 him, rather than prolong the time to Erostratos perill. 
 
 Pasiphilo returneth to Erostrato. 
 
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 Scena. iiii. 
 
 pasiphilo. Fayned erostrato. 
 
 YEa dresse them, but lay them not to the fire, till they 
 will be ready to sit downe. This geere goeth in order : 
 but if I had not gone in, there had fallen a foule faulte. 
 
 Ero. And what fault I pray thee ? 
 
 Pa. Marie, Dalio would have layd the shoulder of mutton 
 and the Capon bothe to the fire at once like a foole : he did 
 not consider, that the one woulde have more roasting than 
 the other. 
 
 Ero. Alas, I would this were the greatest fault. 
 
 Pa. Why ? and either the one should have bene burned 
 before the other had bene roasted, or else he muste have 
 drawne them off the spitte : and they would have bene served 
 to the boorde either colde or rawe. 
 
 Ero. Thou hast reason Pasiphilo. 
 
 Pa. Now sir, if it please you I will goe into the towne and 
 buye oranges, olives, and caphers, for without suche Sauce the 
 supper were more than halfe lost. 
 
 Ero. There are within already, doubt you not, there shal 
 lacke nothing that is necessarie. 
 
 Pa. Since I told him these newes of Dulipo, he is cleane 
 beside himself: he hath so many hammers in his head, that 
 his braynes are ready to burst : and let them breake, so I may A knavishe 
 suppe with him to night, what care I ? But is not this suppose 
 Dominus noster Cleandrus that commeth before ? well sayde, 
 by my truth we will teache maister Dodlor to weare a cornerd 
 cappe of a new fashion. By God Polynesta shal be his, he 
 shall have hir out of doubt, for I have tolde Erostrato such 
 newes of hir, that he will none of hir. 
 
 Oleander and Philogano come in, talking of the matter in 
 controversie. 
 
 2 33 
 
 Erostrato 
 
 exit. 
 
SUPPOSES 
 
 Scena. v. 
 
 CLEANDER. PHILOGANO. LITIO. PASIPH1LO. 
 
 YEa, but howe will ye prove that he is not Erostrato, 
 having such presumptios to the cotrarie ? or how shall it 
 be thought that you are Pbilogano, when an other taketh upon 
 him this same name, and for proofe bringeth him for a witnesse, 
 which hath bene ever reputed here for Erostrato ? 
 
 Phi. I will tel you sir, let me be kept here fast in prison, 
 & at my charges let there be some man sent into Sicilia, that 
 may bring hither with him two or three of the honestest me 
 in Cathanea, and by them let it be proved if I or this other 
 be Pbilogano, and whether he be Erostrato or Dulipo my 
 servant : & if you finde me contrarie, let me suffer death 
 for it. 
 
 Pa. I will go salute master Doctour. 
 
 Cle. It will aske great labour & great expences to prove it 
 this way, but it is the best remedie that I can see. 
 
 Pa. God save you sir. 
 
 Cle. And reward you as you have deserved. 
 
 Pa. Then shall he give me your favour continually. 
 
 Cle. He shall give you a halter, knave and villein that 
 thou arte. 
 
 Pa. I knowe I am a knave, but no villein. I am your 
 servaunt. 
 
 Cle. I neither take thee for my servat, nor for my friend. 
 
 Pa. Why ? wherein have I offended you sir ? 
 
 Cle. Hence to the gallowes knave. 
 
 Pa. What softe and faire sir, I pray you, / prasequar, you 
 are mine elder. 
 
 Cle. I will be even with you, be you sure, honest man. 
 
 Pa. Why sir f I never offended you. 
 
 Cle. Well, I will teach you : out of my sight knave. 
 
 Pa. What ? I am no dogge, I would you wist. 
 
 Cle. Pratest thou yet villein ? I will make thee. 
 
 Pa. What will you make me ? I see wel the more a man 
 doth suffer you, the worsse you are. 
 
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 Cle. Ah villein, if it were not for this gentleman, I wold 
 tell you what I. 
 
 Pa. Villein ? nay I am as honest a man as you. 
 
 Cle. Thou liest in thy throate knave. 
 
 Phi. O sir, stay your wisedome. 
 
 Pas. What will you fight ? marie come on. 
 
 Cle. Well knave, I will meete with you another time, goe 
 your way. 
 
 Pas. Even when you list sir, I will be your man. 
 
 Cle. And if I be not even with thee, call me cut. 
 
 Pas. Nay by the Masse, all is one, I care not, for I have 
 nothing : if I had either landes or goods, peradventure you 
 would pull me into the lawe. 
 
 Phi. Sir, I perceive your pacience is moved. 
 
 Cle. This villaine : but let him goe, I will see him punished 
 as he hath deserved. Now to the matter, how said you ? 
 
 Phi. This fellow hath disquieted you sir, peradventure you Lawyers are 
 would be loth to be troubled any further. "oget Weary 
 
 Cle. Not a whit, say on, & let him go with a vengeance. mone y- 
 
 Phi. I say, let them send at my charge to Cathanea. 
 
 Cle. Yea I remember that wel, & it is the surest way as 
 this case requireth : but tel me, how is he your servant ? and 
 how come you by him ? enforme me fully in the matter. 
 
 Phi. I will tell you sir : when the Turkes won Otranto. 
 
 Cle. Oh, you put me in remembrance of my mishappes. 
 
 Phi. How sir ? 
 
 Cle. For I was driven among the rest out of the towne 
 (it is my native countrey) and there I lost more than ever 
 I shall recover againe while I live. 
 
 Phi. Alas, a pitifull case by S. Anne. 
 
 Cle. Well, proceede. 
 
 Phi. At that time (as I saide) there were certaine of our 
 countrey that scoured those costes upon the seas, with a good 
 barke, well appointed for the purpose, and had espiall of a 
 Turkey vessell that came laden from thence with great 
 aboundance of riches. 
 
 Cle. And peradventure most of mine. suppose? 
 
 Phi. So they boarded them, & in the end over came 
 them, & brought the goods to Palermo, fro whence they came, 
 and amogst other things that they had, was this villeine my 
 
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 servaunt, a boy at that time, I thinke not past five yeeres 
 olde. 
 
 Cle. Alas, I lost one of that same age there. 
 
 Phi. And I beyng there, and liking the Childes favour 
 well, proffered them foure and twentie ducates for him, and 
 had him. 
 
 Cle. What ? was the childe a Turke ? or had the Turkes 
 brought him from Otranto ? 
 
 Phi. They saide he was a Childe of Otranto, but what is 
 that to the matter ? once .xxiiii. Ducattes he. cost me, that 
 I wot well. 
 
 Cle. Alas, I speake it not for that sir, I woulde it were 
 he whome I meane. 
 
 Phi. Why, whom meane you sir ? 
 f^ Liti. Beware sir, be not to lavish. 
 
 Cle. Was his name Dulipo then ? or had he not another name ? 
 
 Liti. Beware what you say sir. 
 
 Phi. What the devill hast thou to doe ? Dulipo ? no sir 
 his name was Carino. 
 
 Liti. Yea, well said, tell all and more to, doe. 
 
 Cle. O Lord, if it be as I thinke, how happie were I ? 
 & why did you change his name then ? 
 
 Phi. We called him Dulipo, bycause when he cryed as 
 Ch[i]ldren doe sometimes, he woulde alwayes cry on that name 
 Dulipo. 
 
 Cle. Well, then I see well it is my owne onely Childe, 
 whome I loste, when I loste my countrie : he was named 
 Carino after his grandfather, and this Dulipo whome he alwayes 
 remembred in his lamenting, was his foster father that 
 nourished him and brought him up. 
 
 Li. Sir, have I not told you enough of y e falshood of 
 Ferara ? this gentleman will not only picke your purse, but 
 beguile you of your servaunt also, & make you beleve he is 
 his son. 
 
 Cle. Well goodfellow, I have not used to lie. 
 
 Liti. Sir no, but every thing hath a beginning. 
 
 Cle. Fie, Philogano have you not the least suspedte that 
 may be of me. 
 
 Liti. No marie, but it were good he had the most suspedle 
 that may be. 
 
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SUPPOSES 
 
 Cle. Well, hold thou thy peace a litle good f[e]llow. I pray 
 you tell me Philogano had y e child any remembrance of his 
 fathers name, his mothers name, or y e name of his familie ? 
 
 Phi. He did remember them, and could name his mother 
 also, but sure I have forgotten the name. 
 
 Liti. I remember it well enough. 
 
 Phi. Tell it then. 
 
 Liti. Nay, that I will not marie, you have tolde him too 
 much al ready. 
 
 Phi. Tell it I say, if thou can. 
 
 Liti. Ca ? yes by y e masse I ca wel enough : but I wil 
 have my tong pulled out, rather tha tell it, unlesse he tell it 
 first : doe you not perceive sir, what he goeth about ? 
 
 Cle. Well, I will tell you then, my name you know alredy : 
 my wife his mothers name was Sopbronia, the house that I 
 came of, they call Spiagia. 
 
 Liti. I never heard him speake of Spiagia but in deede I 
 have heard him say, his mothers name was Sophronia : but 
 what of y l ? a great matter I promise you. It is like enoughe 
 that you two have compact together to deceive my maister. 
 
 Cle. What nedeth me more evident tokens ? this is my 
 sonne out of doubt whom I lost eighteen yeares since, and a 
 thousand thousand times have I lamented for him : he shuld 
 have also a mould on his left shoulder. 
 
 Li. He hath a moulde there in deede : and an hole in an 
 other place to, I would your nose were in it. 
 
 Cle. Faire wordes fellow Litio : oh I pray you let us goe 
 talke with him, O fortune, howe much am I bounde to thee 
 if I finde my sonne ? 
 
 Phi. Yea how little am I beholde to fortune, that know 
 not where my sonne is become, and you whome I chose to 
 be mine advocate, will nowe (by the meanes of this Dulipo) 
 become mine adversarie ? 
 
 Cle. Sir, let us first goe find mine : and I warrant you ^jf^ 
 yours will be founde also ere it be long. 
 
 Phi. God graunt : goe we then[.] 
 
 Cle. Since the dore is open, I will ne[ith]er knocke nor 
 cal, but we will be bolde to goe in. 
 
 Li. Sir, take you heede, least he leade you to some mis- 
 chiefe. 
 
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 Phi. Alas Litio, if my sonne be loste what care I what 
 become of me ? 
 
 Li. Well, I have tolde you my minde Sir, doe you as 
 you please. 
 
 Exeunt : Damon and Psiteria come in. 
 
 Scena sexta. 
 
 DAMON. PSITERIA. 
 
 COme hither you olde kallat, you tatling huswife, that the 
 devill cut oute your tong : tell me, howe could Pasiphilo 
 know of this geere but by you ? 
 
 Psi. Sir, he never knewe it of me, he was the firste that 
 tolde me of it. 
 
 Da. Thou liest old drabbe, but I would advise you tel me 
 the truth, or I wil make those old bones rattle in your skin. 
 
 Psi. Sir, if you finde me contrarie, kill me. 
 
 Da. Why ? where should he talke with thee ? 
 
 Psi. He talked with me of it here in the streete. 
 
 Da. What did you here ? 
 
 Psi. I was going to the weavers for a webbe of clothe you 
 have there. 
 
 Da. And what cause coulde Pasiphilo have to talke of it, 
 unlesse thou began the mater first? 
 
 Psi. Nay, he began with me sir, reviling me, bycause I 
 had tolde you of it : I asked him how he knewe of it, and he 
 said he was in the stable when you examined me ere while. 
 
 Da. Alas, alas, what shall I doe then? in at dores olde 
 whore, I wil plucke that tong of thine out by the rootes one 
 day. Alas it greeveth me more that Pasiphilo knoweth it, 
 than all the rest. He that will have a thing kept secrete, let 
 him tell it to Pasiphilo: the people shall knowe it, and as 
 many as have eares and no mo. By this time he hath tolde 
 it in a hundreth places. Cleander was the firste, Erostrato the 
 seconde, and so from one to another throughout the citie. 
 Alas, what dower, what mariage shall I nowe prepare for my 
 daughter? O poore doloro[u]s Damon, more miserable than 
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 miserie it selfe, would God it were true that Polynesta tolde The first 
 me ere while : that he who hathe deflowred hir, is of no brought to 
 servile estate, (as hitherto he hath bene supposed in my service) conclusio0 * 
 but that he is a gentleman borne of a good parentage in Sicilia. 
 Alas, small riches shoulde content me, if he be but of an 
 honest familie : but I feare that he hathe devised these toyes 
 to allure my daughtres love. Well I wil goe examine hir 
 againe, my minde giveth me that I shall perceive by hir tale 
 whether it be true or not. But is not this Pasiphilo that 
 cometh out of my neighbours house ? what the devill ayleth 
 him to leape and laughe so like a foole in y e high way ? 
 
 Pasiphilo commeth out of the [bouse] laughing. 
 
 Scena septima. 
 
 p[ASIPHIL]o. DAMON. 
 
 OGod, that I might finde Damon at home. 
 Da. What the divill would he with me ? 
 
 Pas. That I may be the firste that shall bring him these 
 newes. 
 
 Da. What will he tell me, in the name of God ? 
 
 Pas. O Lord, how happie am I ? loke where he is. 
 
 Da. What newes Pasiphilo, that thou arte so merie ? 
 
 Pas. Sir I am mery to make you glad : I bring you joyfull 
 newes. 
 
 Da. And that I have nede of Pasiphilo. 
 
 Pas. I knowe sir, that you are a sorowfull man for this 
 mishap that hath chaunced in your house, peradventure you 
 thoughte I had not knowen of it. But let it passe, plucke 
 up your sprits, and rejoyce : for he that hath done you this 
 injurie is so well borne, and hath so riche parents, that you 
 may be glad to make him your sonne in law. 
 
 Da. How knowest thou ? 
 
 Pas. His father Philogano one of the worthiest men in 
 all Cathanea, is nowe come to the citie, and is here in your 
 neighbours house. 
 
 Da. What, in Erostratos house ? 
 
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SUPPOSES 
 
 Pas. Nay in Dulipos house : for where you have alwayes 
 supposed this gentlema to be Erostrato, it is not so, but your 
 servaunt whom you have emprisoned hitherto, supposed to be 
 Dulipo, he is in dede Erostrato : and that other is Dulipo. And 
 thus they have alwayes, even since their first arival in this 
 citie, exchaunged names, to the ende that Erostrato the maister, 
 under y e name of Dulipo a servant, might be entertained in 
 your house, & so winne the love of your daughter. 
 
 Da. Wei, then I perceive it is eve as Polinesta told me. 
 
 Pas. Why, did she tell you so ? 
 
 Da. Yea : But I thought it but a tale. 
 
 Pas. Well, it is a true tale : and here they will be with 
 you by and by : both Philogano this worthie man, and maister 
 doftor Oleander. 
 
 Da. Oleander ? what to doe ? 
 
 Pas. Oleander ? Why therby lies another tale, the moste 
 fortunate adventure that ever you heard : wot you what ? this 
 other Dulipo, whome all this while we supposed to be Erostrato, 
 is founde to be the sonne of Oleander, whome he lost at the 
 losse of Otranto, and was after solde in Sicilia too this Philogano: 
 the strangest case that ever you heard : a ma might make a 
 Comedie of it. They wil come even straight, and tell you 
 the whole circumstance of it themselves. 
 
 Da. Nay I will first goe heare the storie of this Dulipo, 
 be it Dulipo or Erostrato that I have here within, before I 
 speake with Philogano. 
 
 Pas. So shall you doe well sir, I will goe tell them that 
 they may stay a while, but loke where they come. 
 
 Damon goeth in, Scenese, Oleander and Philogano come 
 upon the stage. 
 
 Scena. viii. 
 
 SCENESE. CLEANDER. PHILOGANO. 
 
 Sir, you shal not nede to excuse y e matter any further, since 
 I have received no greater injurie than by words, let the 
 passe like wind, I take them well in worthe : and am rather 
 well pleased than offended: for it shall bothe be a good 
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 warning to me another time howe to trust every man at the 
 first sighte, yea, and I shall have good game here after to tel 
 this pleasant story another day in mine owne countrey. 
 
 Cle. Gentleman, you have reason : and be you sure, that 
 as many as heare it, will take great pleasure in it. And you 
 Philogano may thinke, that god in heaven above, hath ordained 
 your comming hither at this present to the ende I mighte re- 
 cover my lost sonne, whom by no other meanes I coulde ever 
 have founde oute. 
 
 Phi. Surely sir I thinke no lesse, for I think that not so 
 much as a leafe falleth from the tree, without the ordinance 
 of god. But let us goe seke Damon, for me thinketh every 
 day a yeare, every houre a daye, and every minute to much 
 till I see my Erostrato. 
 
 Cle. I cannot blame you, goe we then. Carina take you 
 that gentleman home in the meane time, the fewer the better 
 to be present at such affaires. 
 
 Pasiphilo stayeth their going in. 
 
 Scena. ix. 
 
 p[asiphilo.J cleander. 
 
 MAister dodlor, will you not shew me this favour, to tell 
 me the cause of your displeasure ? 
 
 Cle. Gentle Pasiphilo, I muste needes confesse I have done 
 thee wrong, and that I beleved tales of thee, whiche in deede 
 I finde now contrary. 
 
 Pas . I am glad then that it proceede[d] rather of ignorance 
 than of malice. 
 
 Cle. Yea beleve me Pasiphilo. 
 
 Pas. O sir, but yet you shoulde not have given me suche 
 foule wordes. 
 
 Cle. Well, content thy selfe Pasiphilo, I am thy frende as 
 I have alwayes bene : for proofe whereof, come suppe with 
 me to night, & from day to day this seven night be thou my 
 guest. But beholde, here cometh Damo out of his house. 
 Here they come all togither. 
 
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SUPPOSES 
 
 Scena decima. 
 
 CLEANDER. PHILOGANO. DAMON. EROSTRATO. 
 PASIPHILO. POLINESTA. NEVOLA. 
 
 and other servaunts. 
 
 WE are come unto you sir, to turne you[r] sorowe into 
 joy and gladnesse : the sorow, we meane, that of force 
 you have sustained since this mishappe of late fallen in your 
 house. But be you of good comforte sir, and assure your selfe, 
 that this yong man which youthfully and not maliciously hath 
 commited this amorous offence, is verie well able (with consent 
 of this worthie man his father) to make you sufficient amendes: 
 being borne in Cathanea of Sicilia, of a noble house, no way 
 inferiour unto you, and of wealth (by y e reporte of suche as 
 knowe it) farre exceeding that of yours. 
 
 Phi. And I here in proper person, doe presente unto you 
 sir, not onely my assured frendship and brotherhoode, but do 
 earnestly desire you to accepte my poore childe (though un- 
 worthy) as your sonne in lawe : and for recompence of the 
 injurie he hath done you, I profer my whole lands in dower 
 to your daughter : yea and more would, if more I might. 
 
 Cle. And I sir, who have hitherto so earnestly desired your 
 daughter in mariage, doe now willingly yelde up and quite 
 claime to this yong man, who both for his yeares and for the 
 love he beareth hir, is most meetest to be hir husbad. For 
 wher I was desirous of a wife by whom I might have yssue, 
 to leave that litle which god hath sent me : now have I litle 
 neede, that (thankes be to god) have founde my deerely beloved 
 sonne, who I loste of a childe at y e siege of Otranto. 
 
 Da. Worthy gentlema, your friendship, your alliaunce, and 
 the nobilitie of your birthe are suche, as I have muche more 
 cause to desire them of you than you to request of me that 
 which is already graunted. Therfore I gladly, and willingly 
 receive the same, and thinke my selfe moste happie now of 
 all my life past, that I have gotte so toward a sonne in lawe 
 to my selfe, and so worthye a father in lawe to my daughter : 
 yea and muche the greater is my contentation, since this 
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 worthie gentleman maister Oleander, doth holde himselfe 
 satisfied. And now behold your sonne. 
 
 Era. O father. 
 
 Pas. Beholde the naturall love of the childe to the father : 
 for inwarde joye he cannot pronounce one worde, in steade 
 wherof he sendeth sobbes and teares to tell the effecT: of his 
 inward in[t]ention. But why doe you abide here abrode ? wil 
 it please you to goe into the house sir ? 
 
 Da. Pasiphilo hath saide well : will it please you to goe 
 in sir ? 
 
 Ne. Here I have brought you sir, bothe fetters & boltes. 
 
 Da. Away with them now. 
 
 Ne. Yea, but what shal I doe with them ? 
 
 Da. Marie I will tell thee Neva/a : to make a righte ende 
 of our supposes, lay one of those boltes in the fire, and make 
 thee a suppositorie as long as mine arme, God save the sample. 
 Nobles and gentlemen, if you suppose that our supposes have 
 given you sufficient cause of delighte, shewe some token, 
 whereby we may suppose you are content. 
 Et plauserunt. 
 
 FINIS. 
 
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JOCASTA : 
 
 A Tragedie written in 
 
 Greeke by Euripides^ translated 
 
 and digested into Acte by George Gas- 
 
 coygne, and Francis Kinwelmershe 
 
 of Grayes Inne, 
 
 and there by them presented, 
 
 1566. 
 
 The argument of the Tragedie. 
 
 To scourge the cryme of wicked Laius, 
 And wrecke the foule Incest of Oedipus, 
 The angry Gods styrred up theyr sonnes, by strife 
 With blades embrewed to reave eache others life : 
 The wife, the mother, and the concubyne, 
 (Whose fearefull hart foredrad theyr fatall fine,) 
 Hir sonnes thus dead, disdayneth longer lyfe, 
 And slayes hirself with selfsame bloudy knyfe : 
 The daughter she, surprisde with childish dreade 
 (That durst not dye) a lothsome lyfe doth leade, 
 Yet rather chose to guide hir banisht sire, 
 Than cruell Creon should have his desire. 
 ■ Fygure. Creon is King, the *type of Tyranny, 
 
 And Oedipus, myrrour of misery. 
 
 Fortunatus Infaelix. 
 
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The names of the Interloquutors. 
 
 Jocasta, the Queene. 
 
 Servus, a noble man of the Queenes traine. 
 
 Bai/o, governour to the Queenes sonnes. 
 
 Antygone, daughter to the Queene. 
 
 Chorus, foure Thebane dames. 
 
 Polhnices &1 n ,-. » ,, ^ 
 
 p J , > sonnes to Ueaipus & the Queene. 
 
 Cretin, the Queenes brother. 
 Meneceus, sonne to Creon. 
 Tyresias, the divine priest. 
 Manto, the daughter of Tyresias. 
 Sacerdos, the sacrifycing priest. 
 Nuntii, three messangers from the campe. 
 Oedipus, the olde King father to Eteocles and Pollynices, sonne 
 and husbande to Jocasta the Queene. 
 
 The Tragedie presented as it were 
 in Thebes. 
 
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5" The order of the dumme shewes 
 
 and Musickes before every Adte. 
 
 FIrste, before the beginning of the first Afte, did sounde a 
 dolefull & straunge noyse of violles, Cythren, Bandurion, 
 and such like, during the whiche, there came in uppon the 
 Stage a king with an Imperial crown uppon his head, very 
 richely apparelled : a Scepter in his righte hande, a Mounde 
 with a Crosse in his lefte hande, sitting in a Chariote very 
 richely furnished, drawne in by foure Kinges in their Dublettes 
 and Hosen, with Crownes also upon their heades. Repre- 
 senting unto us Ambition, by the hystorie of Sesostres king of 
 Egypt, who beeing in his time and reigne a mightie Conquerour, 
 yet not content to have subdued many princes, and taken from 
 them their kingdomes and dominions, did in like maner cause 
 those Kinges whome he had so overcome, to draw in his 
 Chariote like Beastes and Oxen, thereby to content his un- 
 brideled ambitious desire. After he had beene drawne twyce 
 about the Stage, and retyred, the Musicke ceased, and Jocasta 
 the Queene issued out of hir house, beginning the firste A<Ste, 
 as followeth. Jocasta the Queene issueth out of hir Pallace, 
 before hir twelve Gentlemen, following after hir eight Gentle 
 women, whereof foure be the Chorus that remayne on the 
 Stage after hir departure. At hir entrance the Trumpettes 
 sounded, and after she had gone once a- 
 bout the Stage, she turneth to one of 
 hir most trustie and esteemed ser- 
 vaunts, and unto him she 
 discloseth hir griefe, as 
 foloweth. 
 
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JOCASTA 
 
 The first Adbe. The first Scene. 
 
 JOCASTA. SERVUS. 
 
 OFaithfull servaunt of mine auncient sire, 
 Though unto thee, sufficiently be knowne 
 The whole discourse of my recurelesse griefe 
 By seing me from Princes royall state 
 Thus basely brought into so great cotempt, 
 As mine own sonnes repine to heare my plaint, 
 Now of a Queene but barely bearing name, 
 Seyng this towne, seing my fleshe and bloude, 
 Against it selfe to levie threatning armes, 
 (Whereof to talke my heart it rendes in twaine) 
 Yet once againe, I must to thee recompte 
 The wailefull thing that is already spred, 
 Bicause I know, that pitie will compell 
 Thy tender hart, more than my naturall childe, 
 With ruthfull teares to mone my mourning case. 
 
 Ser. My gracious Queene, as no man might surmount 
 The constant faith I beare my sovraine Lorde, 
 So doe I thinke, for love and trustie zeale, 
 No Sonne you have, doth owe you more than I : 
 For hereunto I am by dutie bounde, 
 With service meete no lesse to honor you, 
 Than that renoumed Prince your deere father. 
 And as my duties be most infinite, 
 So infinite, must also be my love : 
 Then if my life or spending of my bloude 
 May be employde to doe your highnesse good, 
 Commaunde (O Queene) commaund this carcasse here, 
 In spite of death to satisfie thy will, 
 So, though I die, yet shall my willing ghost 
 Contentedly forsake this withered corps, 
 For joy to thinke I never shewde my selfe 
 Ingrateful once to such a worthy Queene. 
 
 Joca. Thou knowst what care my carefull father tooke, 
 In wedlockes sacred state to settle me 
 
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 With Laius, king of this unhappie Thebs, 
 
 That most unhappie now our Citie is : 
 
 Thou knowst, how he, desirous still to searche 
 
 The hidden secrets of supernall powers, 
 
 Unto Divines did make his ofte recourse, 
 
 Of them to learne when he should have a sonne, 
 
 That in his Realme might after him succeede: 
 
 Of whom receiving answere sharpe and sowre, 
 
 That his owne sonne should worke his wailfull ende, 
 
 The wretched king (though all in vayne) did seeke 
 
 For to eschew that could not be eschewed : 
 
 And so, forgetting lawes of natures love, 
 
 No sooner had this paynfull wombe brought foorth 
 
 His eldest sonne to this desired light, 
 
 But straight he chargde a trustie man of his 
 
 To beare the childe into a desert wood, 
 
 And leave it there, for Tigers to devoure. 
 
 Ser. O lucklesse babe, begot in wofull houre. 
 
 Joe. His servant thus obedient to his hest, 
 Up by the heeles did hang this faultlesse Impe, 
 And percing with a knife his tender feete, 
 Through both the wounds did drawe the slender twigs, 
 Which being bound about his feeble limmes, 
 Were strong inough to holde the little soule. 
 Thus did he leave this infant scarcely borne, 
 That in short time must needes have lost his life, 
 If destenie (that for our greater greefes 
 Decreede before to keepe it still alive) 
 Had not unto this childe sent present helpe : 
 For so it chaunst, a shepheard passing by, 
 With pitie movde, did stay his giltlesse death : 
 He tooke him home, and gave him to his wife, 
 With homelie fare to feede and foster up : 
 Now harken how the heavens have wrought the way 
 To Laius death, and to mine owne decay. 
 „ Ser. Experience proves, and daily is it seene, 
 „In vaine (too vaine) man strives against the heavens. 
 
 Joca. Not farre fro thence, the mightie Polibus, 
 Of Corinth King, did keepe his princely court, 
 Unto whose wofull wife (lamenting muche 
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 Shee had no ofspring by hir noble pheere) 
 The curteous shepherd gave my little sonne : 
 Which gratefull gift, the Queene did so accept, 
 As nothing seemde more precious in hir sight : 
 Partly, for that, his faitures were so fine, 
 Partly, for that, he was so beautifull, 
 And partly, for bicause his comely grace 
 Gave great suspicion of his royall bloude. 
 The infant grewe, and many yeares was demde 
 Polibus sonne, till time, that Oedipus 
 (For so he named was) did understande 
 That Polibus was not his sire in deede, 
 Whereby forsaking frendes and countrie there, 
 He did returne to seeke his native stocke : 
 And being come into Phocides lande, 
 Toke notice of the cursed oracle, 
 How first he shoulde his father doe to death, 
 And then become his mothers wedded mate. 
 
 Ser. O fierce aspedi of cruell planets all, 
 That can decree such seas of heynous faultes. 
 
 Joca. Then Oedipus, fraight full of chilling feare, 
 By all meanes sought t'avoyde this furious fate, 
 But whiles he weende to shunne the shameful deede, 
 Unluckly guided by his owne mishappe, 
 He fell into the snare that most he feared : 
 For loe, in Phocides did Laius lye, 
 To ende the broyles that civill discorde then 
 Had raysed up in that unquiet lande, 
 By meanes whereof my wofull Oedipus, 
 Affording ayde unto the other side, 
 With murdring blade unwares his father slewe. 
 Thus heavenly doome, thus fate, thus powers divine, 
 Thus wicked reade of Prophets tooke effect : 
 Now onely restes to ende the bitter happe 
 Of me, of me his miserable mother. 
 Alas, how colde I feele the quaking bloud 
 Passe too and fro within my trembling brest? 
 Oedipus, when this bloudy deede was doone, 
 Forst foorth by fatall doome, to Thebes came, 
 Where as full soone with glory he atchievde 
 
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 The crowne and scepter of this noble lande, 
 By conquering Sphinx that cruell monster loe, 
 That earst destroyde this goodly flouring soyle : 
 And thus did I (O hatefull thing to heare) 
 To my owne sonne become a wretched wife. 
 
 Ser. No mervayle, though the golden Sunne withdrew 
 His glittering beames from suche a sinfull fafte. 
 
 Jocct. And so by him that from this belly sprang, 
 I brought to light (O cursed that I am) 
 Aswell two sonnes, as daughters also twaine : 
 But when this monstrous mariage was disclosde, 
 So sore began the rage of boyling wrath 
 To swell within the furious brest of him, 
 As he him selfe by stresse of his owne nayles, 
 Out of his head did teare his griefull eyne, 
 Unworthy more to see the shining light. 
 
 Ser. How could it be, that knowing he had done 
 So foule a blot, he would remayne alive ? 
 „ J oca. So deepely faulteth none, the which un wares 
 „ Doth fall into the crime he can not shunne : 
 And he (alas) unto his greater greefe, 
 Prolongs the date of his accursed dayes, 
 Knowing that life doth more and more increase 
 The cruell plages of his detested gilte, 
 „ Where stroke of griesly death dothe set an ende 
 „ Unto the pangs of mans increasing payne. 
 
 Ser. Of others all, moste cause have we to mone 
 Thy wofull smarte (O miserable Queene) 
 Such and so many are thy greevous harmes. 
 
 Joca. Now to the ende this blinde outrageous sire 
 Should reape no joye of his unnaturall fruite, 
 His wretched sons, prickt foorth by furious spight, 
 Adjudge their father to perpetuall prison : 
 There buried in the depthe of dungeon darke, 
 (Alas) he leades his discontented life, 
 Accursing still his stony harted sonnes, 
 And wishing all th' infernall sprites of hell, 
 To breathe suche poysned hate into their brestes, 
 As eche with other fall to bloudy warres, 
 And so with pricking poynt of piercing blade, 
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 To rippe their bowels out, that eche of them 
 With others bloud might st[a]yne his giltie hands, 
 And bothe at once by stroke of speedie death 
 Be foorthwith throwne into the Stigian lake. 
 
 Ser, The mightie Gods prevent so fowle a deede. 
 
 Joca. They to avoyde the wicked blasphemies, 
 And sinfull prayer of their angrie sire, 
 Agreed thus, that of this noble realme, 
 Untill the course of one ful yere was runne, 
 Eteecles should sway the kingly mace, 
 And Polynice as exul should departe, 
 Till time expyrde : and then to Polynice 
 Eteocles should yeelde the scepter up : 
 Thus yere by yere the one succeeding other, 
 This royall crowne should unto bothe remayne. 
 
 Ser. Oh thunbridled mindes of ambicious men. 
 
 Joca. Et\e\ocles thus plast in princely seate, 
 Drunke with the sugred taste of kingly raigne, 
 Not onely shut his brother from the crowne, 
 But also from his native country soyle. 
 Alas poore Polynice, what might he doe, 
 Unjustly by his brother thus betrayed? 
 To Argos he, with sad and heavie cheere 
 Forthwith convayde him selfe, on whom at length 
 With fauning face good fortune smyled so, 
 As with Adrastus king of Argives there, 
 He founde such favour and afHnitie, 
 As (to restore my sonne unto his raigne,) 
 He hath besie[gd]e this noble citie Thebes, 
 And hence proceedes my most extreme annoye : 
 For, of my sonnes, who ever doe prevaile, 
 The vidlorie will turne unto my griefe : 
 Alas, I feare (such is the chaunce of warre) 
 That one, or both shall purchase death therby. 
 Wherfore, to shunne the worst that may befall, 
 Thoughe comfortlesse, yet as a pitifull mother 
 Whom nature binds to love hir loving sonnes, 
 And to provide the best for their availe, 
 I have thought good by prayers to entreate 
 The two brethren (nay rather cruel foes) 
 
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 A while to staie their fierce and furious fight, 
 Till I have tried by meanes for to apease 
 The swelling wrath of their outraging willes, 
 And so with much to doe, at my request 
 They have forborne unto this onely houre. 
 
 Ser. Small space g[o]d wot, to stint so great a strife. 
 Joca. And even right now, a trustie man of mine, 
 Returned from the campe, enforming me 
 That Polynice will straight to Thebes come, 
 Thus of my woe, this is the wailefull sume. 
 And for bycause, in vaine and bootelesse plainte 
 I have small neede to spend this litle time, 
 Here will I cease, in wordes more to bewray 
 The restlesse state of my afflicted minde, 
 Desiring thee, thou goe to Eteocles, 
 Hartly on my behalfe beseching him, 
 That out of hand according to his promise, 
 He will vouchsafe to come unto my courte, 
 I know he loves thee well, and to thy wordes 
 I thinke thou knowst he will give willing eare. 
 
 Ser. (O noble Queene) sith unto such afFayres 
 My spedie diligence is requisite, 
 I will applie effeftually to doe 
 What so your highnesse hath commaunded me. 
 
 Joca. I will goe in, and pray the Gods therwhile, 
 With tender pitie to appease my griefe. 
 
 Jocasta goeth off the stage into hir pallace, hir foure 
 handmaides follow hir, the foure Chorus also follow 
 hir to the gates of hir pallace, after camming on the 
 stage, take their place, where they cotinue to the end 
 of the Tragedie. 
 
 SERVUS SOLUS. 
 
 „ ' I "He simple man, whose mervaile is so great 
 J. „At stately courts, and princes regall seate, 
 
 „With gasing eye but onely doth regarde 
 
 „ The golden glosse that outwardly appeares, 
 The courte „ The crownes bedeckt with pearle and precious stones, 
 pointed. »The riche attire imbost with beaten golde, 
 
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 „The glittering mace, the pompe of swarming traine, 
 
 „The mightie halles heapt full of flattering frendes, 
 
 „ The chambers huge, the goodly gorgeous beddes, 
 
 „The gilted roofes embowde with curious worke, 
 
 „The faces sweete of fine disdayning dames, 
 
 „ The vaine suppose of wanton raigne at luste : 
 
 „But never viewes with eye of inward thought, 
 
 „The painefull toile, the great and grevous cares, 
 
 „The troubles still, the newe increasing feares, 
 
 „ That princes nourish in their jealous brestes : 
 
 „ He wayeth not the charge that Jove hath laid 
 
 „ On princes, how for themselves they raigne not : 
 
 „ He weenes, the law must stoope to princely will, 
 
 ,,But princes frame their noble wills to lawe : 
 
 „ He knoweth not, that as the boystrous winde 
 
 „ Doth shake the toppes of highest reared towres, 
 
 „So doth the force of frowarde fortune strike 
 
 „The wight that highest sits in haughtie state. 
 
 Lo Oedipus, that sometime raigned king 
 
 Of Thebane soyle, that wonted to suppresse 
 
 The mightest Prince, and kepe him under checke, 
 
 That fearefull was unto his fbrraine foes, 
 
 Now like a poore afflifted prisoner, 
 
 In dungeon darke, shut up from cheerefull light, 
 
 In every part so plagued with annoy, 
 
 As he abhorrs to leade a longer life, 
 
 By meanes wherof, the one against the other 
 
 His wrathfull sonnes have planted all their force, 
 
 And Thebes here, this auncient worthy towne, 
 
 With threatning siege girt in on everie side, 
 
 In daunger lyes to be subverted quite, 
 
 If helpe of hevenly Jove upholde it not, 
 
 But as darke night succedes the shining day, 
 
 So lowring griefe comes after pleasant joy. 
 
 Well now the charge hir highnesse did commaund 
 
 I must fulfill, though haply all in vaine. 
 
 Servus goeth off the stage by the gates called Elettrtg. 
 
 Antygone attended with .Hi. gentlewomen and hir 
 
 governour commeth out of the Queene hir mothers 
 
 Pallace. 
 
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 BAILO. ANTIGONE. 
 
 O Gentle daughter of King Oedipus, 
 O sister deare to that unhappie wight 
 Whom brothers rage hath reaved of his right, 
 To whom, thou knowst, in yong and tender yeares 
 I was a friend and faithfull gove[r]nour, 
 Come forth, sith that hir grace hath graunted leave, 
 And let me knowe what cause hath moved nowe 
 So chaste a maide to set hir daintie foote 
 Over the thresholde of hir secrete lodge ? 
 Since that the towne is furnishte every where 
 With men of armes and warlike instrumentes, 
 Unto our eares there comes no other noyse, 
 But sounde of trumpe, and neigh of trampling stedes, 
 Which running up and downe from place to place, 
 With hideous cries betoken bloude and death : 
 The biasing sunne ne shineth halfe so brighte, 
 As it was wont to doe at dawne of day : 
 The wretched dames throughout the wofull towne, 
 Together clustring to the temples goe, 
 Beseching Jove by way of humble plainte, 
 With tender ruthe to pitie their distresse. 
 
 An. The love I beare to my sweete Polynice, 
 My deare brother, is onely cause hereof. 
 
 Bat. Why daughter, knowst thou any remedie 
 How to defend thy fathers citie here 
 From that outrage and fierce repyning wrathe, 
 Which he against it, justly hath conceived? 
 
 An. Oh governour might this my faultlesse bloude 
 Suffise to stay my brethrens dyre debate, 
 With glad content I coulde afford my life 
 Betwixte them both to plant a perfeft peace. 
 But since (alas) I cannot as I woulde, 
 A hote desire enflames my fervent mind 
 To have a sight of my sweete Polynice. 
 Wherfore (good guide) vouchsafe to guide me up 
 Into some tower about this hugie court, 
 From whence I may behold our enmies campe, 
 Therby at least to feede my hungry eyes 
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 But with the sight of my beloved brother : 
 Then if I die, contented shall I die. 
 
 Bai. O princly dame, the tender care thou takste 
 Of thy deare brother, deserveth double praise : 
 Yet crav'st thou that, which cannot be obtainde, 
 By reason of the distance from the towne 
 Unto the plaine, where tharmie lies incampte : 
 And furthermore, besemeth not a maide 
 To shew hir selfe in such unseemly place, 
 Whereas among such yong and lustie troupes 
 Of harebrainde souldiers marching to and fro, 
 Both honest name and honour is empairde : 
 But yet rejoyce, sith this thy great desire, 
 Without long let, or yet without thy paine, 
 At wishe and will shortly may be fulfillde. 
 For Polynice forthwith will hither come, 
 Even I my selfe was lately at the campe, 
 Commaunded by the Queene to bid him come, 
 Who laboureth still to linke in frendly league, 
 Hir jarring sonnes (which happe so hoped for, 
 Eftsones I pray the gracious gods to graunt) 
 And sure I am, that ere this hour passe, 
 Thou shalt him here in person safely see. 
 
 Anti. O loving frend, doest thou then warrant me, 
 That Polynice will come unto this courte? 
 
 Bai. Ere thou be ware thou shalt him here beholde. 
 
 Anti. And who (alas) doth warrant his adventure, 
 That of Eteocles he take no harme ? 
 
 Bai. For constant pledge, he hath his brothers faith, 
 He hath also the truce that yet endures. 
 
 An. I feare alas, alas I greatly feare, 
 Some trustlesse snare his cruell brother layes 
 To trappe him in. 
 
 Bai. Daughter, god knowes how willing I would be 
 With sweete reliefe to comforte thy distresse, 
 But I cannot impart to thee, the good 
 Which I my selfe doe not as yet enjoye. 
 The wailefull cause that moves Eteocles 
 With Polynice to enter civil warres 
 Is overgreat, and for this onely cause 
 
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 Full many men have broke the lawes of truth, 
 
 And topsieturvie turned many townes, 
 
 „To gredie (daughter) too too gredie is 
 
 „ Desire to rule and raigne in kingly state. 
 
 Ne can he bide, that swaise a realme alone 
 
 To have another joynde with him therin : 
 
 Yet must we hope for helpe of heavenly powers, 
 
 Sith they be juste, their mercy is at hand, 
 
 To helpe the weake when worldly force doth faile. 
 
 An. As both my brethren be, so both I beare 
 As much good will as any sister may, 
 But yet the wrong that unto Polynice 
 This trothlesse tyrant hath unjustlie shewd, 
 Doth lead me more, to wishe the prosperous life 
 Of Polynice, than of that cruell wretch, 
 Besides that, Polynice whiles he remainde 
 In Thebes here, did ever love me more, 
 Than did Eteocles, whose swelling hate 
 Is towards me increased more and more : 
 Wherof I partely may assure my selfe, 
 Considering he disdaynes to visite me, 
 Yea, happly he intends to reave my life, 
 And having power he will not sticke to doe it. 
 This therefore makes me earnestly desire 
 Oft tymes to see him : yet ever as I thinke 
 For to discharge the duetie of a sister, 
 The feare I have of hurt, doth chaunge as fast 
 My doubtfull love into disdainefull spight. 
 
 Bai. Yet daughter, must ye trust in mightie Jove, 
 His will is not, that for thoffence of one 
 So many suffer undeserved smarte: 
 I meane of thee, I meane of Polynice, 
 Of Jocasta thy wofull aged mother, 
 And of hmena thy beloved sister. 
 Who though for this she doth not outwardly 
 From drearie eyen distill lamenting teares, 
 Yet do I thinke, no lesse aflidting griefe 
 Doth inwardly torment hir tender brest. 
 
 An. Besides all this, a certaine jelousie, 
 Lately conceyvde (I know not whence it springs) 
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 Of Creon, my mothers brother, appaules me much, 
 Him doubt I more than any danger else. 
 
 Bai. Deare daughter, leave this foolishe jelousie, 
 And seeing that thou shalt heere shortly finde 
 Thy brother Polynice, go in agayne. 
 
 An. O joyfull would it be to me therwhile, 
 To understande the order of the hoste, 
 Whether it be such as have sufficient power 
 To overthrowe this mightie towne of Thebes. 
 What place supplies my brother Polynice} 
 Where founde ye him ? what answere did he give ? 
 And though so great a care perteineth not 
 Unto a mayde of my unskill[full] yeres, 
 Yet, forbicause my selfe partaker am 
 Of good and evill with this my countreysoyle, 
 I long to heare thee tell those fearefull newes, 
 Which otherwise I cannot understand. 
 
 Bai. So noble a desire (O worthy dame) 
 I much commende : and briefly as I can, 
 Will satisfie thy hungry minde herein. 
 The power of men that Polynice hath brought, 
 (Wherof he, (being Adrastus sonne in lawe) 
 Takes chiefest charge) is even the floure of Grece, 
 Whose hugie traine so mightie seemes to be, 
 As I see not, how this our drouping towne 
 Is able to withstand so strong a siege. 
 Entring the fielde their armie did I finde 
 So orderly in forme of battaile set, 
 As though they would forthwith have given the charge : 
 In battailes seaven the host devided is, 
 To eche of which, by order of the king, 
 A valiant knight for captaine is assignde : 
 And as you know this citie hath seven gates, 
 So everie captaine hath his gate prescribde, 
 With fierce assault to make his entrie at. 
 And further, passing through our frouning foes 
 (That gave me countnaunce of a messanger) 
 Harde by the King I spied Polynice, 
 In golden glistring armes most richely cladde, 
 Whose person many a stately prince enpalde, 
 
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 And many a comely crowned head enclosde : 
 
 At sight of me his colour straight he chaungde, 
 
 And like a loving childe, in clasped armes 
 
 He caught me up, and frendly kist my cheke, 
 
 Then hearing what his mother did demaunde 
 
 With glad consent according to hir hest 
 
 Gave me his hand, to come unto the court, 
 
 Of mutuall truce desirous so he seemde, 
 
 He askt me of Antygone and Ismena, 
 
 But chiefelie unto thee above the rest 
 
 He gave me charge most heartly to commend him. 
 
 An. The gods give grace he may at length possesse 
 His kingly right, and I his wished sight. 
 
 Bai. Daughter no more, t'is time ye nowe returne : 
 It standes not with the honor of your state 
 Thus to be seene suspiciously abrode : 
 ,, For vulgar tongues are armed evermore 
 „ With slaunderous brute to bleamishe the renoume 
 „ Of vertues dames, which though at first it spring 
 „ Of slender cause, yet doth it swell so fast, 
 a giasse for „ As in short space it filleth everie eare 
 
 „ With swifte report[e] of undeserved blame : 
 
 „ You cannot be to curious of your name : 
 
 „Fond shewe of evill (though still the minde be chast) 
 
 „Decayes the credite oft, that Ladies had, 
 
 „ Sometimes the place presumes a wanton mynde : 
 
 „ Repayre sometymes of some, doth hurt their honor : 
 
 „ Sometimes the light and garishe proude attire 
 
 „ Persuades a yelding bent of pleasing youthes. 
 
 The voyce that goeth of your unspotted fame, 
 
 Is like a tender floure, that with the blast 
 
 Of everie litle winde doth fade away. 
 
 Goe in deere childe, this way will I goe see 
 
 If I can meete thy brother Polynice. 
 
 Antigone with hir maides returneth into hir mothers 
 pallace, hir governour goeth out by the gates Homo- 
 loydes. 
 
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 CHORUS. 
 
 IF greedie lust of mans ambitious eye 
 (That thristeth so for swaye of earthly things) 
 Would eke foresee, what mischefes growe therby, 
 What carefull toyle to quiet state it brings, 
 What endlesse griefe from such a fountaine springs : 
 Then should he swimme in seas of sweete delight, 
 That nowe complaines of fortunes cruell spight. 
 
 For then he would so safely shielde himselfe 
 With sacred rules of wisdomes sage advise, 
 As no alluring trayne of trusties pelfe, 
 To fonde affeftes his fancie should entise, 
 Then warie heede would quickly make him wise : 
 Where contrary (such is our skillesse kind) 
 We most doe seeke, that most may hurt the minde. 
 
 Amid the troupe of these unstable toyes, 
 Some fancies loe to beautie must be bent, 
 Some hunt for wealth, and some set all their joyes, 
 In regall power of princely governement, 
 Yet none of these from care are cleane exempt : 
 For either they be got with grievous toyle, 
 Or in the end forgone with shamefull foyle. 
 
 This flitting world doth firmely nought retaine, 
 Wherin a man may boldly rest his trust, 
 Such fickle chaunce in fortune doth remaine, 
 As when she lust, she threatneth whom she lust, 
 From high renoume to throwe him in the dust : 
 Thus may we see that eche triumphing joye 
 By fortunes froune is turned to annoye. 
 
 Those elder heades may well be thought to erre, 
 The which for easie life and quiet dayes, 
 The vulgar sorte would seeme for to preferre, 
 If glorious Phoebe with-holde his glistring rayes, 
 From such a peere as crowne and scepter swayes, 
 No mervaile though he hide his heavenly face, 
 From us that come of lesse renoumed race. 
 
 Selde shall you see the ruine of a Prince, Arguments 
 
 But that the people eke like brunt doe beare, 
 And olde recordes of auncient time long since, 
 
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Bacchus. 
 
 Bacchus was 
 the God 
 whom they 
 most 
 honored 
 in Thebes. 
 
 JOCASTA 
 
 From age to age, yea almost everie where, 
 With proofe herof hath glutted every eare : 
 Thus by the follies of the princes hart, 
 The bounden subjedt still receiveth smart. 
 
 Loe, how unbrideled lust of privat raigne, 
 Hath pricked both the brethren unto warre : 
 Yet Polynice, with signe of lesse disdaine, 
 Against this lande hath brought from countries farre, 
 A forraine power, to end this cruell Jarre, 
 Forgetting quite the dutie, love, and zeale, 
 He ought to beare unto this common weale. 
 
 But whosoever gets the vidtorie, 
 We wretched dames, and thou O noble towne, 
 Shall feele therof the wofull miserie, 
 Thy gorgeous pompe, thy glorious high renoume, 
 Thy stately towers, and all shal fall a downe, 
 Sith raging Mars will eache of them assist 
 In others brest to bathe his bloudie fist. 
 
 But thou(*) O Sonne of Semel, and of Jove, 
 (That tamde the proude attempt of giaunts strong) 
 Doe thou defende, even of thy tender love, 
 Thy humble thralls from this afflifting wrong, 
 Whom wast of warre hath now tormented long ; 
 So shall we never faile ne day ne night 
 With reverence due thy prayses to resight. 
 
 Finis Aiius pr'imi. 
 Done by F. Kinwelmarshe. 
 
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 The order of the second dumbe 
 
 shewe. 
 
 BEfore the beginning of this seconde A6le dyd soud a very 
 dolefull noise of flutes : during the which there came in 
 upon the stage two cofHnes covered with hearclothes, & brought 
 in by .viii. in mourning weed : & accopanied with .viii. other 
 mourners: & after they had caried the coffins about the stage, 
 there opened & appeared a Grave, wherin they buried y e 
 coffins & put fire to them : but the flames did sever & parte in 
 twaine, signifying discord by the history of two brethre, whose 
 discord in their life was not onely to be wondred at, but being 
 buried both in one Tombe (as some writers affirme) the flames 
 of their funeralls did yet parte the one fro the other in like 
 maner, and would in no wise joyne into one flame. After the 
 Funerals were ended & the fire cosumed, the grave was closed 
 up again, the mourners withdrew the oiF the stage, & im- 
 mediately by y e gates Homoloydes entred Pollinyces accompanied 
 with vi. gentlemen and a page that carried his helmet and 
 Target: he & his men unarmed saving their gorgets, for that 
 they were permitted to come into the towne in time of truce, 
 to the end Jocasta might bring the two brethre to a parle : and 
 Pollinyces after good regard take round about him, speake as 
 foloweth. 
 
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 Actus. 2. Scena. i. 
 
 POLINICES. CHORUS. JOCASTA. 
 ETEOCLES. 
 
 ~Oe here mine owne citie and native soyle, 
 Loe here the nest I ought to nestle in, 
 Yet being thus entrencht with mine owne towres, 
 And that, from him the safecondudt is given 
 Which doth enjoye as much as mine should be, 
 My feete can treade no step without suspedt : 
 For where my brother bides, even there behoves 
 More warie scout than in an enmies campe. 
 Yet while I may w[i]thin this right hand holde 
 
 [Sworde.] This (*) bronde, this blade, (unyelde ever yet) 
 My life shall not be lefte without revenge. 
 But here beholde the holy sanfturie, 
 Of Bacc[u]s eke the worthie Image, loe 
 The aultars where the sacred flames have shone, 
 And where of yore these giltlesse hands of mine 
 Full oft have offered to our mightie gods : 
 I see also a worthie companie 
 Of Thebane dames, resembling unto me 
 The traine of Jocasta my deare mother : 
 Beholde them clad in clothes of griesly blacke, 
 
 [Never.] That hellishe hewe that (*)nay for other harmes 
 So well besemed wretched wightes to weare : 
 For why, ere long their selves, themselves shall see 
 (Gramercy to their princes tyrannie) 
 Some spoyled of their sweete and sucking babes, 
 Some lese their husband, other some their sire, 
 And some their friends that were to them full dere. 
 But now tis time to lay the sworde aside, 
 And eke of them to knowe where is the Queene : 
 O worthie dames, heavie, unhappie ye, 
 Where resteth now the restlesse queene of Thebes? 
 Cbor. O woorthie impe sprong out of worthie race, 
 
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 Renoumed Prince, whom wee have lookt for long, 
 And nowe in happie houre arte come to us, 
 Some quiet bring to this unquiet realme. 
 
 queene, O queene, come foorth and see thy sonne, 
 The gentle frute of all thy joyfull seede. 
 
 Jocast. My faithfull frends, my deare beloved maydes, 
 
 1 come at call, and at your wordes I move 
 My feebled feete with age and agonie : 
 Where is my sonne ? O tell me where is he, 
 For whome I sighed have so often syth, 
 
 For whom I spende both nightes and dayes4n teares ? 
 
 Poli. Here noble mother, here, not as the king, 
 Nor as a Citizen' of stately Thebes, 
 But as a straunger nowe, I thanke my brother. 
 
 Jocast. O sonne, O sweete and my desyred sonne, 
 These eyes they see, these handes of myne thee touche, 
 Yet scarsly can this mynde beleeve the same, 
 And scarsly can this brused breast susteyne 
 The sodeyne joye that is inclosde therein : 
 
 gladsome glasse, wherein I see my selfe. 
 
 Char. So graunt the Gods, for our common good, 
 You frendly may your sonnes both frendes beholde. 
 
 Jocast. At thy departe, O lovely chylde, thou lefte 
 My house in teares, and mee thy wretched dame, 
 Myrrour of martirdome, (*)waymenting still Lamenting. 
 
 Th' unworthie exile thy brother to thee gave : 
 Ne was there ever sonne or friende farre off, 
 Of his deare frendes Or mother so desyred, 
 As thy returne, in all the towne of Thebes. 
 And of my selfe more than the rest to speake, 
 
 1 have as thou mayste see, cleane cast asyde 
 My princely roabes, and thus in wofull weede, 
 Bewrapped have these lustlesse limmes of myne : 
 Naught else but teares have trickled from myne eyes, 
 And eke thy wretched blynde and aged syre, 
 
 Since first he hearde what warre tweene you there was, 
 As one that did his bitter cursse repent, 
 Or that he prayed to Jove for your decaye, 
 With stretching string, or else with bloudie knyfe 
 Hath sought full ofte to ende his loathed lyfe. 
 
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 Thou this meane whyle my sonne, hast Iingred long 
 In farre and forreyn coastes, and wedded eke, 
 By whome thou mayste, (when heavens appoyntes it so) 
 Straunge issue have by one a stranger borne, 
 Whiche greeves me sore, and much the more deare chylde, 
 Bicause I was not present at the same, 
 There to performe thy loving mothers due. 
 But for I fynde thy noble matche so meete, 
 And woorthie bothe for thy degree and byrthe, 
 I seeke to comforte thee by myne advise, 
 That thou returne this'citie to inhabite, 
 Whiche best of all may seeme to be the bow re, 
 Bothe for thy selfe and for thy noble spouse. 
 Forget thou then thy brothers injuries, 
 And knowe deare chylde, the harme of all missehap 
 That happes twixt you, must happe likewise to mee : 
 Ne can the cruell sworde so slightly touche 
 Your tender fleshe, but that the selfe same wounde 
 Shall deepely bruse this aged brest of myne. 
 „ Cho. There is no love may be comparde to that, 
 „ The tender mother beares unto hir chyld : 
 „ For even somuche the more it dothe encrease, 
 „As their griefe growes, or contentations cease. 
 
 Poli. I knowe not mother, if I prayse deserve, 
 (That you to please, whome I ought not displease) 
 Have traynde my selfe among my trustlesse foes : 
 But Nature drawes (whether he will or nill) 
 Eche man to love his native countrey soyle : 
 And who shoulde say, that otherwise it were, 
 His toung should never with his hearte agree. 
 This hath me drawne besyde my bounden due, 
 To set full light this lucklesse lyfe of myne : 
 For of my brother, what may I else hope, 
 But traynes of treason, force and falshoode bothe ? 
 Yet neyther perill present, nor to come, 
 Can holde me from my due obedience : 
 I graunte I can not grieflesse, wel beholde 
 My fathers pallace, the holie aultars, 
 Ne lovely lodge wherin I fostred was : 
 From whence driven out, and chaste unworthily, 
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 I have to long aboade in forreyn coastes : 
 
 And as the growing greene and pleasant plante, 
 
 Dothe beare freshe braunches one above another, 
 
 Even so amidde the huge heape of my woes, 
 
 Doth growe one grudge more greevous than the rest, 
 
 To see my deare and dolefull mother, cladde 
 
 In mourning tyre, to tyre hir mourning minde, 
 
 Wretched alonely for my wretchednesse, 
 
 So lykes that enimie my brother best : 
 
 Soone shall you see that in this wandring worlde, 
 
 No enmitie is equall unto that 
 
 That dark disdayne (the cause of every evill) 
 
 Dooth breede full ofte in consanguinitie. 
 
 But Jove, he knowes what dole I doe endure, 
 
 For you and for my fathers wretched woe, 
 
 And eke how deepely I desire to knowe 
 
 What wearie lyfe my loving sisters leade, 
 
 And what anoye myne absence them hath given. 
 
 Jocast. Alas, alas, howe wrekefull wrath of Gods 
 Doth still afflicie Oedipus progenie : 
 The fyrste cause was thy fathers wicked bedde, 
 And then (oh why doe I my plagues recompte ?) 
 My burden borne, and your unhappie birth : 
 „ But needes we must with pacient heartes abyde, 
 „What so from high the heavens doe provide. 
 With thee my chylde, fayne would I question yet 
 Of certaine things : ne woulde I that my wordes 
 Might thee anoye, ne yet renewe thy griefe. 
 
 Poll. Saye on, deare mother, say what so you please : 
 What pleaseth you, shall never mee disease. 
 
 Jocast. And seemes it not a heavie happe my sonne, 
 To be deprived of thy countrey coastes ? 
 
 Poly. So heavie happe as toung can not expresse. 
 
 Jocast. And what may moste molest the mynde of man Exile an ex 
 Th[at] is exiled from his native soyle ? to«niT"' 
 
 Poli. The libertie hee with his countrey loste, mynde - 
 
 „And that he lacketh freedome for to speake, 
 „What seemeth best, without controll or checke. 
 
 Jocast. Why so ? eche servant lacketh libertie 
 To speake his minde, without his maisters leave. 
 
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 ceding griefe 
 to an honest 
 
All exyles 
 are like 
 
 bondmen. 
 
 Hope the 
 help in 
 miserye. 
 
 Fuw frends 
 in miserye. 
 
 JOCASTA 
 
 „Poli. In exile, every man, or bonde or free, 
 „ Of noble race, or meaner parentage, 
 „ Is not in this unlike unto the slave, 
 „ That muste of force obey to eche mans will, 
 „ And prayse the peevishnesse of eche mans pryde. 
 Jocast. And seemed this so grievous unto thee ? 
 Poli. What griefe can greater be, than so constraynde 
 Slavelike to serve gaynst right and reason bothe, 
 Yea muche the more, to him that noble is, 
 By stately lyne, or yet by vertuous lyfe, 
 And hath a heart lyke to his noble mynde. 
 
 Jocast. What helpeth moste in suche adversitie ? 
 Poli. Hope helpeth moste to comfort miserie. 
 Joca. Hope to returne from whence he fyrst was driven? 
 Poli. Yea, hope that happeneth oftentymes to late, 
 And many die before such hap may fall. 
 
 Jocast. And howe didst thou before thy manage Sonne, 
 Mainteyne thy lyfe, a straunger so bestad ? 
 
 Poli. Sometyme I founde (though seldome so it were) 
 Some gentle heart, that coulde for curtesye, 
 Contente himselfe to succour myne estate. 
 
 Jocast. Thy fathers friends and thyne, did they not helpe 
 For to releeve that naked neede of thyne ? 
 „ Poli. Mother, he hath a foolishe fantasie, 
 „ That thinkes to fynd a frende in miserie. 
 
 Jocast. Thou mightest have helpe by thy nobilitie. 
 „ Poli. Covered alas, in cloake of povertie ? 
 „ Jocast. Wei ought we then that are but mortall heere, 
 „ Above all treasure counte our countrey deare : 
 Yea let me knowe my sonne, what cause thee moved 
 To goe to Grecel 
 
 Poli. The flying fame that thundred in myne eares, 
 How king Adrastus, governour of Greece, 
 Was answered by Oracle, that he 
 Shoulde knitte in linkes of lawfull mariage, 
 His two faire daughters, and his onely heires, 
 One to a Lyon, th'other to a Boare : 
 An answere suche as eche man wondred at. 
 
 Jocast. And how belongs this answere now to thee ? 
 Poli. I toke my gesse even by this ensigne heere, 
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 A Lyon loe, which I did alwayes beare : 
 Yet thinke I not, but Jove alonely brought 
 These handes of myne to suche an high exploite. 
 
 Jocast. And howe yet came it to this straunge effeft ? 
 
 Pali. The shining day had runne his hasted course, 
 And deawie night bespread hir mantell darke, 
 When I that wandred after wearie toyle, 
 To seke some harbrough for myne irked limmes, 
 Gan fynde at last a little cabbin, close 
 Adjoyned faste unto the stately walles, 
 Where king Adrastus held his royall towres. 
 Scarce was I there in quiet well ycought, 
 
 But thither came another exile eke, Smai causes 
 
 Named Tydeus, who strave perforce to drive Se y n?°d V yto 
 
 Mee from this sorie seate, and so at laste, contend. 
 
 We settled us to fell and bloudie fight, 
 Whereof the rumour grewe so great foorthwith, 
 That straight the king enformed was therof, 
 Who seeing then the ensignes that wee bare, 
 To be even such as were to him foresayde, 
 Chose eche of us to be his sonne by lawe, 
 And sithens did solemnize eke the same. 
 
 Jocast. Yet woulde I know, if that thy wyfe be suche 
 As thou canst joy in hir ? or what she is ? 
 
 P[o]li. O mother deare, fayrer ne wyser dame 
 Is none in Greece, Argia is hir name. 
 
 Jocast. Howe couldst thou to this doubtfull enterprise, 
 So many bring, thus armed all at once ? 
 
 Poll. Adrastus sware, that he woulde soone restore 
 Unto our right both Tydeus, and me : 
 And fyrst for mee, that had the greater neede, 
 Whereby the best and boldest blouds in Greece, 
 Have followed me unto this enterpryse. 
 A thing both just and grievous unto me, 
 Greevous I saye, for that I doe lament 
 To be constrayned by such open wrong, 
 To warre agaynst myne owne deare countrey feeres. 
 But unto you (O mother) dothe pertain 
 To stinte this stryfe, and both deliver mee 
 From exile now, and eke the towne from siege : 
 
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JOCASTA 
 
 The dames 
 did love 
 Polynice 
 and hate 
 Eteocles. 
 
 For otherwise, I sweare you here by heavens, 
 
 Eteocles, who now doth me disdayne 
 
 For brother, shortly shall see me his lorde. 
 
 I aske the seate, wherof I ought of right 
 
 Possesse the halfe, I am Oedipus sonne, 
 
 And yours, so am I true sonne to you both. 
 
 Wherfore I hope that as in my defence, 
 
 The worlde will weygh, so Jove wil me assiste. 
 
 Eteocles commeth in here by the gates EleStra, himself 
 armed, and before him .xx. gentlemen in armour, his 
 two pages, wherof the one beareth his Target, the other 
 his helme. 
 Chor. Beholde O queene, beholde O worthie queene, 
 Unwoorthie he, Eteocles here comes, 
 So, woulde the Gods, that in this [n]oble realme 
 Shoulde never long unnoble tyrant reigne, 
 Or that with wrong the right and doutlesse heire, 
 Shoulde banisht be out of his princely seate. 
 Yet thou O queene, so fyle thy sugred toung[,] 
 And with such counsell decke thy mothers tale, 
 That peace may both the brothers hartes inflame, 
 And rancour yelde, that erst possesse the same. 
 
 Eteocl. Mother, beholde, your hestes for to obey, 
 In person nowe am I resorted hither : 
 In haste therefore, fayne woulde I knowe what cause 
 With hastie speede, so moved hath your minde 
 To call me nowe so causelesse out of time, 
 When common wealth moste craves my onely ayde: 
 Fayne woulde I knowe what quent commoditie 
 Perswades you thus to take a truce for tyme, 
 And yeld the gates wide open to my foe, 
 The gates that myght our stately state defende, 
 And now are made the path of our decay. 
 „ Joca. Represse deare son, those raging stormes of wrath, 
 „That so bedimme the eyes of thine intent, 
 „As when the tongue (a redy Instrument) 
 „ Would fayne pronounce the meaning of the minde, 
 „ It cannot speake one honest seemely worde. 
 „ But when disdayne is shrunke, or sette asyde, 
 „ And mynde of man with leysure can discourse 
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 „What seemely wordes his tale may best beseeme, 
 
 „And that the toung unfoldes without affe&es 
 
 „Then may proceede an answere sage and grave, 
 
 „ And every sentence sawst with sobernesse : 
 
 Wherefore unbende thine angrie browes deare childe, 
 
 And caste thy rolling eyes none other waye, 
 
 That here doest not Medusaes (a) face beholde, 
 
 But him, even him, thy bloud and brother deare. 
 
 And thou behold, my Polinkes eke, 
 
 Thy brothers face, wherein when thou mayst see 
 
 Thine owne image, remember therewithal!, 
 
 That what offence thou wouldst to him were done, 
 
 The blowes thereof rebounde unto thy selfe. 
 
 And hereof eke, I would you both forewarne, 
 
 When frendes or brethren, kinsfolke or allies, 
 
 (Whose hastie hearts some angrie moode had moved) 
 
 Be face to face by some of pitie brought, 
 
 Who seekes to ende their discorde and debate : 
 
 They onely ought consider well the cause 
 
 For which they come, and cast out of their minde 
 
 For evermore the olde offences past : 
 
 So shall sweete peace drive pleading out of place. 
 
 Wherfore the first shall Polinkes be, 
 
 To tell what reason first his minde did rule, 
 
 That thus our walles with forrein foes enclosde 
 
 In sharpe revenge of causelesse wrongs receiv'd, 
 
 As he alledgeth by his brothers doome : 
 
 And of this wicked woe and dire(^) debate, 
 
 Some God of pitie be the equall judge, 
 
 Whome I beseeche, to breath in both your breasts 
 
 A yelding heart to deepe desire of peace. 
 
 „Poli. My woorthie dame, I finde that tried truthe 
 
 „Doth beste beseeme a simple naked tale, 
 
 „Ne needes to be with painted proces prickt, 
 
 „ That in hir selfe hath no diversitie, 
 
 „ But alwayes shewes one undisguised face, 
 
 „ Where deepe deceipt and lies must seeke the shade, 
 
 „And wrap their wordes in guilefull eloquence, 
 
 „As ever fraught with contrarietie : 
 
 So have I often sayde, and say againe, 
 
 One of the 
 furies. 
 
 Rehersall of 
 olde grudges 
 doth hinder 
 
 al recon- 
 ciliation. 
 
 (b)Cruellor 
 vengeable. 
 
 Truth plead- 
 eth simply 
 when falsse 
 hood useth 
 eloquence. 
 
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 That to avoide our fathers foule reproche 
 And bitter curse, I parted from this lande 
 With right good will, yet thus with him agreed, 
 That while the whirling wings of flying time 
 Might roll one yeare aboute the heavenly spheare, 
 So long alone he might with peace possesse 
 s ( c1 P ?r°. wnor ° ur fathers seate in princely (c) Diademe, 
 
 And when the yeare should eke his course renue, 
 
 Might I succeede to rule againe as long. 
 
 And that this lawe might still be kept for aye, 
 
 He bound him selfe by vowe of solemne othe 
 
 By Gods, by men, by heaven, and eke by earth : 
 
 Yet that forgot, without all reverence 
 
 Unto the Gods, without respeft to right, 
 
 Without resped: that reason ought to rule, 
 
 His faith and troth both troden under foote, 
 
 He still usurps most tyrantlike with wrong 
 
 The right that doth of right to me belong. 
 
 But if he can with equall doome consent, 
 
 That I retourne into my native soyle 
 
 To sway with him alike the kingly seate 
 
 And evenly beare the bridle both in hand, 
 
 Deare mother mine I sweare by all the Gods 
 
 To raise with speede the siege from these our walles, 
 
 And send the souldiers home from whence they came : 
 
 Which if he graunt me not, then must I do 
 
 (Though loth) as much as right and reason would, 
 
 To venge my cause that is both good and just. 
 
 Yet this in heaven the Gods my records be, 
 
 And here in earth each mortall man may know, 
 
 That never yet my giltlesse heart did fayle 
 
 Brotherly duetie to Etiocles, 
 
 And that causlesse he holdes me from mine owne. 
 
 Thus have I said O mother, even as much 
 
 As needefull is, wherein I me assure : 
 
 That in the judgement both of good and badde, 
 
 My words may seeme of reason to proceede, 
 
 Constrained thus in my defence to speake. 
 
 Chor. None may denie, O pere of princely race, 
 But that thy words, are honest, good and just, 
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 And such as well beseeme that tong of thine. 
 
 „ Eteo. If what to some seemes honest good and just, 
 
 ..Could seeme even so in every doubtfull mind, Sundrye 
 
 xt j i i i „ ' , . . ' m< =n sundry 
 
 „ JNo darke debate nor quarell could arise : minds. 
 
 „ But looke, how many men so many minds, ' 
 
 „And that, that one man judgeth good and just, 
 
 „ Some other deemes as deepely to be wrong. 
 
 To say the truth (mother) this minde of mine 
 
 Doth fleete full farre from that farfetch of his, 
 
 Ne will I longer cover my conceit : 
 
 If I could rule or reigne in heaven above, 
 
 And eke commaund in depth of darksome hell, 
 
 No toile ne travell should my sprites abashe, 
 
 To take the way unto my restlesse will, 
 
 To climbe aloft, nor downe for to descend. 
 
 Then thinke you not, that I can give consent 
 
 To yeld a part of my possession, 
 
 Wherin I live and lead the (*) monarchic. Oneiy rule. 
 
 „ A witlesse foole may every man him gesse, 
 
 „That leaves the more and takes him to the lesse. 
 
 With this, reproch might to my name redound, 
 
 If he, that hath with forren power spoilde 
 
 Our pleasaunt fields, might reave from me perforce, 
 
 What so he list by force of armes demand. 
 
 No lesse reproofe the citizens ensewes, 
 
 If I, for dread of Greekish hosts, should graunt 
 
 That he might climbe to heigth of his desire. 
 
 In fine, he ought not thus of me to crave 
 
 Accord, or peace, with bloudy sword in hand, 
 
 But with humilitie and prayer both, 
 
 For often is it seene, and proofe doth teach, 
 
 „ Swete words prevaile, where sword and fire do faile. 
 
 Yet this, if here within these stately walles 
 
 He list to live, the sonne of Oedipus, 
 
 And not as king of Thebes, I stand content. 
 
 But let him thinke, since now I can commaunde, 
 
 This necke of mine shall never yeld to yoke 
 
 Of servitude : let bring his banners splayde, 
 
 Let speare and shield, sharpe sworde, and cyndring flames 
 
 Procure the parte that he so vainely claimes: 
 
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Wil not. 
 
 Tullyes 
 
 opinyon. 
 
 Youth seeth 
 not so much 
 as age. 
 
 Ambition 
 doth de- 
 stroy e al : 
 equalytie 
 doth may n- 
 teyne al 
 things. 
 
 JOCASTA 
 
 As long as life within this brest doth last, 
 I nill (*) consent that he should reigne with me. 
 If lawe of right may any way be broke, 
 „ Desire of rule within a climbing brest 
 „To breake a vow may beare the buckler best. 
 „ Cho. Who once hath past the bounds of honestie 
 „In ernest deedes, may passe it well in words. 
 
 Joca. O sonne, amongst so many miseries 
 This benefite hath croked age, I find, 
 That as the tracke of trustlesse time hath taught, 
 „ It seeth much, and many things discernes, 
 „ Which recklesse youth can never rightly judge, 
 Oh, cast aside that vaine ambition, 
 That corosive, that cruel! pestilence, 
 That most infefts the minds of mortall men : 
 „ In princely palace and in stately townes 
 „ It crepeth ofte, and close with it convayes, 
 „ (To leave behind it) damage and decayes : 
 „ By it be love and amitie destroyde, 
 „ It breakes the lawes and common concord beates, 
 „ Kingdomes and realmes it topsie turvie turnes, 
 And now, even thee, hir gall so poisoned hath, 
 That the weake eies of thine affe&ion 
 Are blinded quite, and see not to them selfe[.] 
 But worthy childe, drive from thy doubtfull brest 
 This monstrous mate, in steade wherof embrace 
 „ Equalitie, which stately states defends 
 „ And binds the minde with true and trustie knots 
 „ Of frendly faith which never can be broke[.] 
 „ This, man of right should properly possesse, 
 And who that other doth the more embrace, 
 Shall purchase paine to be his just reward 
 By wrathfull wo, or else by cruell death. 
 „This, first devided all by equal! bonds 
 „ What so the earth did yeld for our availe : 
 „ This, did devide the rtightes and dayes alike, 
 „And that the vaile of darke and dreadfull night 
 „ (Which shrowds in misty clouds the pleasaunt light,) 
 „ Ne yet the golden beames of Phoebus rayes 
 „ (Which cleares the dimmed ayre with gladsome gleams) 
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 „ Can yet heape hate in either of them both. 
 
 If then the dayes and nightes to serve our turne 
 
 Content themselves to yeld each other place, 
 
 Well oughtest thou with waightie dome to graunt 
 
 Thy brothers right to rule the reigne with thee, 
 
 Which heavens ordeyned common to you both : 
 
 If so thou nill O sonne, O cruell sonne, 
 
 „In whose high brest may justice builde hir boure 
 
 „When princes harts wide open lye to wrong? 
 
 Why likes thee so the tipe of tyrannie 
 
 With others losse to gather greedy gaine ? 
 
 „ Alas how farre he wanders from the truth 
 
 „That compts a pompe, all other to command, 
 
 „Yet can not rule his owne unbridled will, 
 
 „ A vaine desire much riches to possesse 
 
 „ Whereby the brest is brusde and battered still, 
 
 „With dread, with daunger, care and cold suspefte. 
 
 „ Who seekes to have the thing we call inough, 
 
 „Acquainte him first with contentation, 
 
 „ For plenteousnesse is but a naked name. 
 
 „And what suffiseth use of mortall men, 
 
 „ Shall best apay the meane and modest hearts. 
 
 „ These hoorded heapes of golde and worldly wealth 
 
 „ Are not the proper goods of any one, 
 
 „ But pawnes which Jove powres out aboundantly 
 
 „ That we likewise might use them equally, 
 
 „And as he seemes to lend them for a time, 
 
 „Even so in time he takes them home agayne, 
 
 „ And would that we acknowledge every houre, 
 
 „ That from his handes we did the same receive : 
 
 „ There nothing is so firme and stayde to man, 
 
 „But whyrles about with wheeles of restlesse time. 
 
 Now if I should this one thing thee demaunde, 
 
 Which of these two thou wouldest chuse to keepe, 
 
 The towne quiet or unquiet tyrannie ? 
 
 And wouldest thou say I chuse my kingly chayre ? 
 
 O witlesse answere sent from wicked heart, 
 
 For if so fall (which mightie God defende) 
 
 Thine enimies hand should overcome thy might, 
 
 And thou shouldest see them sacke the towne of Thebes, 
 
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 If the head 
 be evill the 
 body cannot 
 
 be good. 
 
 Content is 
 ricbe 
 
 Riches are 
 but borowed 
 ware. 
 
JOCASTA 
 
 loose than '° The chastest virgins ravished for wrecke, 
 
 pksureto The worthy children in captivitie, 
 
 """'" „Then shouldest thou feele that scepter, crowne, & wealth 
 „Yeelde deeper care to see them tane away, 
 „Than to possesse them yeldeth deepe content. 
 Now to conclude my Sonne, Ambition 
 Is it that most offends thy blynded thought, 
 Blame not thy brother, blame ambition 
 From whome if so thou not redeeme thy selfe, 
 I feare to see thee buy repentance deare. 
 
 Cho. Yea deare, too deare when it shal come too late. 
 Joe. And now to thee my Polinices deare, 
 I say that sillie was Adrastus reade, 
 And thou God knowes a simple sillie soule, 
 He to be ruled by thy heady wil, 
 And thou, to warre against the Thebane walls, 
 These walls I say whose gates thy selfe should garde : 
 Tell me I pray thee, if the Citie yeelde, 
 Or thou it take by force in bloudie fight, 
 (Which never graunt the Gods I them beseeke) 
 What spoyles ? what Palmes ? what signe of viftorie 
 
 Small glory Canst thou set up to have thy countrie woonne ? 
 
 s«his own" What title worthie of immortall fame, 
 
 spo y £d y Shall biased be in honor of thy name ? 
 
 O sonne, deare sonne, beleeve thy trustie dame, 
 The name of glorie shall thy name refuse, 
 s And flie full farre from all thy fonde attemptes. 
 But if so fall thou shouldst be overcome, 
 Then with what face canst thou returne to Greece, 
 That here hast lefte so many Greekes on grounde ? 
 Eache one shall curse and blame thee to thy face, 
 As him that onely caused their decaye, 
 And eke condemne Adrastus simple heade, 
 That such a pheere had chosen for his childe. 
 So may it fall, in one accursed houre, 
 That thou mayst loose thy wife and countrie both, 
 Both which thou mayst with little toyle attaine, 
 If thou canst leave high minde and darke disdaine. 
 
 Cho. O mightie Gods of goodnesse, never graunt 
 Unto these evilles, but set desired peace ' 
 
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 Bctwene the hearts of these two friendly foes. 
 
 Ete. The question that betwixt us two is growen, 
 Beleeve me mother, can not ende with words : 
 You waste your breath, and I but loose my time, 
 And all your travell lost and spent in vaine : 
 For this I sweare, that peace you never get 
 Betweene us two, but with condition, 
 That whilst I live, I will be Lord of Thebes. 
 Then set aside these vaine forwasted wordes, 
 And yeelde me leave to go where neede doth presse : 
 And now good sir, get you out of these walks, 
 Unlesse you meane to buy abode with bloude. 
 
 Po. And who is he that seekes to have my bloude, 
 And shall not shed his owne as fast as myne ? 
 
 Ete. By thee he standes, and thou standst him before : 
 Loe here the sworde that shall perfourme his worde. 
 
 Po. And this shall eke mainteine my rightfull cause. 
 
 Joe. O sonnes, dear sonnes, away with glittring armes : 
 And first, before you touch eache others flesh, 
 With doubled blowes come pierce this brest of mine. 
 
 Po. Ah wretch, thou art both vile and cowarde like, 
 Thy high estate esteemes thy life to deare. 
 
 Ete. If with a wretch or coward shouldst thou fighte, 
 Oh dastard villaine, what first moved thee 
 With swarmes of Greekes to take this enterprise ? 
 
 Po. For well I wist, that cankred heart of thine 
 Coulde safely kepe thy heade within these walles, 
 And flee the fielde when combate should be callde. 
 
 Ete. This truce assureth thee Polynkes, 
 And makes thee bolde to give such bosting wordes : 
 So be thou sure, that had this truce not bene, 
 Then long ere this, these handes had bene embrude, 
 And eke this soyle besprinkled with thy bloude. 
 
 Po. Not one small drop of my bloude shalt thou spill, 
 But buy it deare against thy cankred will. 
 
 Joe. O sonnes, my sonnes, for pittie yet refrayne. 
 
 Ch. Good Gods, who ever sawe so strange a sight ? 
 True love and frindship both be put to flight. 
 
 Po. Yelde villein, yelde my right which thou witholdst. 
 
 Ete. Cut of thy hope to reigne in Tbebane walles, 
 
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 Nought hast thou here, nor nought shal ever have, 
 Away. Po. O aultars of my countrie soyle. 
 
 Ete. Whome thou art come to spoyle and to deface. 
 
 Po. O Gods, give eare unto my honest cause. 
 
 Ete. With forreine power his countrie to invade. 
 
 Po. O holy temples of the heavenly Gods. 
 
 Ete. That for thy wicked deedes do hate thy name 
 
 Po. Out of my kingdome am I driven by force. 
 
 Ete. Out of the which thou camst me for to drive. 
 
 Po. Punish O Gods this wicked tyrant here. 
 
 Ete. Pray to the Gods in Greece and not in Thebes. 
 
 Po. No savage beast so cruell nor unjust. 
 
 Ete. Not cruel to my countrie like to thee. 
 
 Po. Since from my right I am with wrong deprived. 
 
 Ete. Eke from thy life if long thou tarie here. 
 
 Po. O father heare what injuries I take. 
 
 Ete. As though thy divelishe deedes were hid from him. 
 
 Po. And you mother. Eteo. Have done thou not deservest 
 With that false tong thy mother once to name. 
 
 Po. O deare Citie. Eteo. When thou arivest in Greece, 
 Chuse out thy dwelling in some mustie Moores. 
 
 Po. I must departe, and parting must I prayse 
 Oh deare mother the depth of your good will. 
 
 Joe. O sonne. Eteo. Away I say out of these walls. 
 
 Po. I can not chuse but must thy will obey, 
 Yet graunt me once my father for to see. 
 
 Ete. I heare no prayers of my enemie. 
 
 Po. Where be my sweete sisters ? Eteo. And canst thou yet 
 With shamelesse tong once name thy noble race 
 That art become a common foe to Thebes ? 
 Be sure thou shall them never see againe, 
 Nor other friend that in these walls remaine. 
 
 Po. Rest you in peace, O worthy mother myne. 
 
 Joe. Howe can that be and thou my joye in warre ? 
 
 Po. Hence forth n'am I your joy ne yet your sonne. 
 
 Joe. Alas the heavens me whelme with all mishap. 
 
 Po. Lo here the cause that stirreth me by wrong. 
 
 Ete. Much more is that he profereth unto me. 
 
 Po. Well, speake, darest thou come armed to the fielde? 
 
 Ete. So dare I come, wherfore dost thou demaunde ? 
 
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 Po. For needs or thou must ende this life of mine, 
 Or quenche my thirst with pouring out thy bloud. 
 
 Eteo. Ah wretch, my thirst is all as drie as thine. 
 
 "Joe. Alas and welaway, what heare I sonnes ? 
 How can it be ? deare children can it be 
 That brethrens heartes such rancour should enrage ? 
 
 Eteo. And that right soone the proofe shall playnely shew. 
 
 Jo. Oh say not so, yet say not so deare sonnes. 
 
 Po. O royall race of Thebes now take thine ende. 
 
 Cbo. God shield. Eteo. O slow & sluggish heart of mine, 
 Why do I stay t'embrew these slothfull hands ? 
 But for his greater griefe I will departe, 
 And at returne if here I finde my foe, 
 This hastie hande shall ende our hote debate. 
 
 Eteocles here goeth out by the gates EleRrte. 
 
 Po. Deare Citizens, and you eternall Gods, 
 Beare witnesse with me here before the worlde, 
 How this my fierce and cruell enimie, 
 Whom causelesse now my brother I do call, 
 With threates of death my lingri[n]g steps doth drive 
 Both from my right and from my countrey soyle, 
 Not as beseemes the sonne of Oedipus, 
 But as a slave, an abjecl:, or a wretche : 
 And since you be both pitifull and juste, 
 Vouchsafe O Gods, that as I part with griefe, 
 So may I yet returne with joyfull spoyle 
 Of this accursed tyraunt and (he slayne) 
 I may recover quietly mine owne. 
 
 Polynice goeth out by the gates Homoloides. 
 
 Jo. O wretched wretch Jocasta, wher is founde 
 The miserie that may compare to thine? 
 O would I had nor gasing eyes to see, 
 Nor listning eares to heare that now I dread : 
 But what remaines, save onely to entreate 
 That cruell dole wold yet so curteous be 
 To reave the breath out of this wofull brest, 
 Before I harken to some wofull newes. 
 Rest you here dames, and pray unto the Gods 
 For our redresse, and I in that meane while 
 Will shut my selfe from sight of lothsome light. 
 
 Jocasta goeth into hir Pallace. 
 
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 Cho. O mightie God, the governour of Thebes 
 Pitie with speede the payne Jocasta bydes, 
 And eke our needes O mightie Bacchus helpe, 
 Bende willing eare unto our just complaint : 
 Leave them not comfortlesse that trust in thee, 
 We have no golde nor silver thee to give, 
 Ne sacrifice to those thine aultars due, 
 In steede wherof we consecrate our harts 
 To serve thy will, and hestes for to obey. 
 
 JVhyles the Chorus is thus praying to Bacchus, 
 Eteocles returneth by the gates called Eleifra. 
 
 Scena .2. Aftus .2. 
 
 ETEOCLES. CREON. 
 
 Since I have ridde mine enmie out of sight, 
 The best shall be for Creon now to sende, 
 (My mothers brother) that with him I may 
 Reason, consulte, conferre, and counsell bothe, 
 What shall be best to use in our defence, 
 Before we venter forth into the fielde. 
 But of this travayle, loe, he me acquites 
 That comes in haste towards these royall towres. 
 
 Here Creon attended by foure gentlemen, commeth 
 in by the gates Homoloydes. 
 
 Cre. O mightie king, not causelesse nowe I come, 
 To finde, that long have sought your maistie. 
 So to discharge the duetie that I owe 
 To you, by comforte and by counsell bothe. 
 
 Ete. No lesse desire this harte of mine did presse, 
 To send for thee Creon, since that in vaine 
 My mother hath hir words and travayle spent, 
 To reconcile Polynices and me : 
 For he (so dull was his capa[c]itie) 
 Did thinke, he could by dread of daunger, winne 
 My princely heart to yeeld to him his realme. 
 
 Cre. I understande, the armie that he brings 
 
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 Agaynst these walles, is such, that I me doubte 
 Our cities force may scarce the same resist. 
 Yet true it is, that right and reason both 
 Are on our side, which bring the vidtorie 
 Oftetimes : for we our countrey to defend, 
 They to subdue the same in armes are come. 
 But what I would unto your highnesse shewe, 
 Is of more weight, and more behoves to know. 
 
 Ete. And what is that ? oh quickly tell it me. 
 
 Cre. A Greeke prisner is come unto my hands. 
 
 Ete. And what sayth he that doth so much importe ? 
 
 Cre. That even alredy b[e] their ranks in. raye, 
 And streight will give assault to these our walles. 
 
 Ete. Then must I streight prepare our Citizens 
 In glittring arms to march into the fielde. 
 
 Cre. O Prince (and pardon me) thy youthfull yers 
 Nor see them selfe, ne let thee once discerne, 
 What best behoveth in this doubtfull case. 
 „ For Prudence, she that is the mightie queene 
 „ Of all good workes, growes by experience, 
 „ Which is not founde with fewe dayes seeking for. 
 
 Ete. And were not this both sounde and wise advise, 
 Boldly to looke our foemen in the face, 
 Before they spred our fields with hugie hoste, 
 And all the towne beset by siege at once ? 
 
 Cre. We be but few, and they in number great. 
 
 Ete. Our men have yet more courage farre than they. 
 
 Cre. That know I not, nor am I sure to say. 
 
 Ete. Those eyes of thine in little space shall see 
 How many I my selfe can bring to grounde. 
 
 Cre. That would I like, but harde it is to doe. 
 
 Et\e\. I nill penne up our men within the walles. 
 
 Cre. In counsell yet the vidlorie consistes. 
 
 Ete. And wilt thou then I use some other reade ? 
 
 Cre. What else ? be still a while, for hast makes wast. 
 
 Ete. By night I will the Cammassado give. 
 
 Cre. So may you do and take the overthrowe. 
 
 Ete. The vauntage is to him that doth assaulte. 
 
 Cr[e], Yet skirmishe given by night is perillous. 
 
 Ete. Let set upon them as they sit at meat. 
 
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 Cre. Sodayne assaults affray the minde no doubt, 
 But we had neede to overcome. Ete. So shall we do. 
 
 Cre. No sure, unlesse some other counsell helpe. 
 
 Ete. Amid their trenches shall we them invade ? 
 
 Cre. As who should say, were none to make defence. 
 
 Ete. Should I then yeeld the Citie to my foes ? 
 
 Cre. No, but advise you well if you be wise. 
 
 Ete. That were thy parte, that knowest more than I. 
 
 Cre. Then shall I say that best doth seeme to me ? 
 
 Ete. Yea Creon yea, thy counsell holde I deare. 
 
 Cre. Seven men of courage have they chosen out. 
 
 Ete. A slender number for so great emprise. 
 
 Cre. But they them chose for guides and capitaynes. 
 
 Ete. To such an hoste ? why they may not sufiise. 
 
 Cre. Nay, to assault the seven gates of the citie. 
 
 Ete. What then behoveth so bestad to done ? 
 
 Cre. With equall number see you do them match. 
 
 Ete. And then commit our men in charge to them? 
 
 Cre. Chusing the best and boldest blouds in Thebes. 
 
 Ete. And how shall I the Citie then defende ? 
 
 Cre. Well with the rest, for one man sees not all. 
 
 Ete. And shall I chuse the boldest or the wisest ? 
 
 Cre. Nay both, for one without that other fayles. 
 „Ete. Force without wisedome then is little worth. 
 
 Cre. That one must be fast to that other joynde. 
 
 Ete. Creon I will thy counsell follow still, 
 For why, I hold it wise and trusty both, 
 And out of hand for now I will departe 
 That I in time the better may provide 
 Before occasion slip out of my hands, 
 Kyii. And that I may this Polynices (*) quell : 
 
 For well may I with bloudy knife him slea 
 That comes in armes my countrie for to spoyle. 
 But if so please to fortune and to fate 
 That other ende than I do thinke may fall, 
 To thee my frend it resteth to procure 
 The mariage twixt my sister Antygone 
 And thy deare sonne Hamone, to whom for dowre 
 At parting thus I promise to performe 
 Promisse. As much as late I did (*) beheste to thee : 
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 My mothers bloude and brother deare thou arte, 
 Ne neede I crave of thee to gard hir well, 
 As for my father care I not, for if 
 So chaunce I dye, it may full well be sayd 
 His bitter curses brought me to my bane. 
 
 Cre. The Lord defend, for that unworthy were. 
 
 Ete. Of Thebes towne the rule and scepter loe 
 I neede nor ought it otherwise dispose 
 Than unto thee, if I dye without heyre. 
 Yet longs my lingring mynde to understand, 
 The doubtfuil ende of this unhappie warre: 
 Wherfore I will thou send thy sonne to seke 
 Tyresias the devine, and learne of him, 
 For at my call I knowe he will not come 
 That often have his artes and him reprovde. 
 
 Cre. As you commaund, so ought I to performe. 
 
 Ete. And last, I thee and citie both commaund, 
 If fortune frendly favour our attemptes, 
 And make our men triumphant victors all, 
 That none there be so hardie ne so bolde 
 For Polynices bones to give a grave: 
 And who presumes to breake my heste herein, 
 Shall dye the death in penaunce of his paine: 
 For though I were by bloud to him conjoynde 
 I part it now, and justice goeth with me 
 To guide my steppes victoriously before. 
 Pray you to Jove he deigne for to defende, 
 . Our Citie safe both now and evermore. 
 
 Cre. Gramercie worthie prince, for all thy love 
 And faithfull trust thou doest in me repose, 
 And if should hap, that I hope never shall, 
 I promise yet to doe what best behoves, 
 But chieflie this I sweare and make a vowe, 
 For Polynices nowe our cruell foe, 
 To holde the hest that thou doest me commaunde. 
 
 Creon attendetb Eteocles to the gates EleSlres he returneth 
 and goeth out by the gates called Homoloydes. 
 
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 CHORUS. 
 
 O Fierce and furious Mars, whose harmefull harte, 
 Rejoyceth most to shed the giltlesse blood, 
 Whose headie wil doth all the world subvert, 
 And doth envie the pleasant mery moode, 
 Of our estate that erst in quiet stoode. 
 Why doest thou thus our harmelesse towne annoye, 
 Which mightie Bacchus governed in joye? 
 
 Father of warre and death, that dost remove 
 With wrathfull wrecke from wofull mothers breast, 
 The trustie pledges of their tender love, 
 So graunt the Gods, that for our finall rest, 
 Dame Venus pleasant lookes may please thee best, 
 Wherby when thou shalt all amazed stand, 
 The sword may fall out of thy trembling hand. 
 
 And thou maist prove some other way full well 
 The bloudie prowesse of thy mightie speare, 
 Wherwith thou raisest from the depth of hell, 
 The wrathfull sprites of all the furies there, 
 Who when the[y] w[a]ke, doe wander every where, 
 And never rest to range about the coastes, 
 Tenriche that pit with spoile of damned ghostes. 
 
 And when thou hast our fieldes • forsaken thus, 
 Let cruell discorde beare thee companie, 
 Engirt with snakes and serpents venemous, 
 Even she that can with red virmilion dye 
 The gladsome greene that florisht pleasantly, 
 And make the greedie ground a drinking cup, 
 To sup the bloud of murdered bodyes up. 
 
 Yet thou returne O joye and pleasant peace, 
 From whence thou didst against our wil depart, 
 Ne let thy worthie minde from travell cease, 
 To chase disdaine out of the poysned harte, 
 That raised warre to all our paynes and smarte, 
 Even from the brest of Oedipus his sonne, 
 Whose swelling pride hath all this jarre begonne. 
 
 And thou great God, that doest all things decree, 
 And sitst on highe above the starrie skies, 
 
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 Thou chiefest cause of causes all that bee, 
 Regard not his offence but heare our cries, 
 And spedily redresse our miseries, 
 For what ca[n] we poore wofull wretches doe 
 But crave thy aide, and onely cleave therto? 
 
 Finis Aiius secundi. 
 Done by G. Gascoygne. 
 
 The order of the thirde dumbe 
 
 shewe. 
 
 BEfore the beginning of this .iii. Aft did sound a very 
 dolefull noise of cornettes, during the which there opened 
 and appeared in the stage a great Gulfe. Immediatly came in 
 .vi. gentleme in their dublets & hose, bringing upon their 
 shulders baskets full of earth and threwe them into the Gulfe 
 to fill it up, but it would not so close up nor be filled. Then 
 came the ladyes and dames that stoode by, throwing in their 
 cheynes & Jewels, so to cause it stoppe up and close it selfe: 
 but when it would not so be filled, came in a knighte with his 
 sword drawen, armed at all poyntes, who walking twise or 
 thrise about it, & perusing it, seing that it would nether be 
 filled with earth nor with their Jewells and ornaments, after 
 solempne reverence done to the gods, and curteous leave taken 
 of the Ladyes and standers by, sodeinly lepte into the Gulfe, 
 the which did close up immediatly: betokning unto us the 
 love that every worthy person oweth unto his native coutrie, 
 by the historye of Curtius, who for the lyke cause adventured 
 the like in Rome. This done, blinde Tyresias the devine 
 prophete led in by hys daughter, and condufted by Meneceus 
 the son of Creon, entreth by the gates EleSira, and sayth as 
 followeth. 
 
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 Actus .iii. Scena .1. 
 
 TYRESIAS. CREON. MANTO. MEKECEUS. SACERDOS. 
 
 THou trustie guide of my so trustlesse steppes 
 Deer daughter mine go we, lead thou y e way, 
 For since the day I first did leese this light 
 Thou only art the light of these mine eyes : 
 And for thou knowst I am both old & weake 
 And ever longing after lovely rest, 
 Diredt my steppes amyd the playnest pathes, 
 That so my febled feete may feele lesse paine. 
 Meneceus thou gentle childe, tell me, 
 Is it farre hence, the place where we must goe, 
 Where as thy father for my comming stayes? 
 For like unto the slouthfull snayle I drawe, 
 (Deare sonne) with paine these aged legges of mine, 
 
 Creon returneth by the gates Homoloydes. 
 And though my minde be quicke, scarce can I move. 
 
 Cre. Comfort thy selfe devine, Creon thy frend 
 Loe standeth here, and came to meete with thee 
 To ease the paine that thou mightst else sustaine, 
 
 hi-Tedb' be »^ or unto e ^ e ecne trave ll yeldes annoy 
 youth. And thou his daughter and his faithfull guide, 
 Loe rest him here, and rest thou there withall 
 Thy virgins hands, that in sustayning him 
 Doest well acquite the duetie of a childe. 
 „For crooked age and hory silver heares 
 „ Still craveth helpe of lustie youthfull yeares. 
 
 Tyr. Gramercie Lorde what is your noble will? 
 
 Cre. What I would have of thee Tyresias 
 Is not a thing so soone for to be sayde. 
 But rest a whyle thy weake and weary limmes 
 And take some breath now after wearie walke, 
 And tell I pray thee, what this crowne doth meane, 
 That sits so kingly on thy skilfull heade? 
 
 Tyr. Know this, that for I did with grave advise, 
 Foretell the Citizens of Athens towne, 
 How they might best with losse of litle bloude, 
 
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 Have vi&ories against their enimies, 
 
 Hath bene the cause why I doe weare this Crowne, 
 
 As right rewarde and not unmeete for me. 
 
 Cre. So take I then this thy victorious crowne, 
 For our availe in token of good lucke, 
 That knowest, how the discord and debate 
 Which late is fallen betwene these brethren twaine, 
 Hath brought all Thebes in daunger and in dreade. 
 Eteodes our king, with threatning armes, 
 Is gone against his greekish enimies, 
 Commaunding me to learne of thee (who arte 
 A true divine of things that be to come) 
 What were for us the safest to be done, 
 From perill now our countrey to preserve. 
 
 Tyr. Long have I bene within the towne of Thebes, 
 Since that I tyed this trustie toung of mine 
 From telling truth, fearing Eteodes: 
 Yet, since thou doest in so great neede desire 
 I should reveale things hidden unto thee, 
 For common cause of this our common weale, 
 I stand content to pleasure thee herein. 
 But first (that to this mightie God of yours 
 There might some worthie sacrifice be made) 
 Let kill the fairest goate that is in Thebes 
 Within whose bowelles when the Preest shall loke, 
 And tell to me what he hath there espyed, 
 I trust t'advise thee what is best to doen. 
 
 Cre. Lo here the temple,, and ere long I looke 
 To see the holy preest that hither comes, 
 Bringing with him the pure and faire offrings, 
 Which thou requirest: for not long since, I sent 
 For him, as one that am not ignorant 
 Of all your rytes and sacred ceremonyes: 
 He went to choose amid our herd of goates, 
 The fattest there: and loke where now he commes. 
 
 Sacerdos accompanyed with .xvi. Bacchanales and all 
 his rytes and ceremonies, entreth by the gates Homo- 
 loydes. 
 
 Sacer. O famous Citizens, that holde full deare 
 Your quiet country: Loe where I doe come 
 
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 Most joyfully, with wonted sacrifice, 
 
 So to beseeche the supreme Citizens, 
 
 To stay our state that staggringly doth stand, 
 
 And plant us peace where warre and discord growes: 
 
 Wherfore, with hart devoute and humble cheere, 
 
 Whiles I breake up the bowels of this beast, 
 
 (That oft thy veneyarde Bacchus hath destroyed,) 
 
 Let every wight crave pardon for his faults, 
 
 With bending knee about his aultars here. 
 
 Tyr. Take here the salt, and sprincle therwithall 
 About the necke: that done, cast all the rest 
 Into the sacred fire, and then annoynte 
 The knife prepared for the sacrifice. 
 O mightie Jove, preserve the precious gifte 
 Venus made That thou me gave, when first thine angrie Queene, 
 
 him blynde „ . , ■ , ° ' , . , , , . P ^- ' 
 
 forgiving .tor deepe disdayne did both mine eyes do out, 
 againsthir. Graunt me, I may foretell the truth in this, 
 For, but by thee, I know that I ne may, 
 Ne wil, ne can, one trustie sentence say. 
 
 Sa. This due is done. Tyr. With knife then stick y e kid. 
 
 Sac. Thou daughter of devine Tyresias, 
 With those unspotted virgins hands of thine 
 Receive the bloude within this vessell here, 
 And then devoutly it to Bacchus yelde. 
 
 Man. O holy God of Thebes, that doest both praise 
 Swete peace, and doest in hart also disdayne 
 The noysome noyse, the furies and the fight 
 Of bloudie Mars and of Bellona both: 
 O thou the giver both of joy and health, 
 Receive in gree and with well willing hand 
 These holy whole brunt offrings unto thee: 
 And as this towne doth wholy thee adore, 
 So by thy helpe do graunt that it may stand 
 Safe from the enimies outrage evermore. 
 
 Sac. Now in thy sacred name I bowell here 
 This sacrifice. Tyre. And what entrails hath it? 
 
 Sac. Faire and welformed all in every poynt, 
 The liver cleane, the hart is not infeft, 
 Save Ioe, I finde but onely one hart string 
 By which I finde something I wote nere what, 
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 That scemcs corrupt, and were not onely that, 
 In all the rest, they are both sound and hole. 
 
 Tyr. Now cast at once into the holy flame 
 The swete incense, and then advertise mee 
 What hew it beares, and every other ryte 
 That ought may helpe the truth for to conjedte. 
 
 Sac. I see the flames doe sundrie coulours cast, 
 Now bloudy sanguine, straight way purple, blew, 
 Some partes seeme blacke, some gray, and some be greene. 
 
 Tyr. Stay there, suflyseth this for to have seene. 
 Know Creon, that these outward seemely signes 
 (By that the Gods have let me understand 
 Who know the truth of every secrete thing) 
 Betoken that the Citie great of Thebes 
 Shall Victor be against the Greekish host, 
 If so consent be given : but more than this 
 I lyst not say. Cre. Alas, for curtesie 
 Say on Tyresias, never have respedt 
 To any living man, but tell the truth. 
 
 Sacerdos returneth with the Bacchanales, by the 
 gates Homoloides. 
 
 Sac. In this meane while I will returne with speede 
 From whence I came: for lawfull is it not, 
 That suche as I should heare your secresies. 
 
 Tyr. Contrary then to that which I have sayde, 
 The incest foule, and childbirth monstruous 
 Of Jocasta, so stirres the wrath of Jove, 
 This citie shall with bloudy channels swimme, 
 And angry Mars shall overcome it all 
 With famine, flame, rape, murther, dole and death: 
 These lustie towres shall have a headlong fall, 
 These houses burnde, and all the rest be razde, 
 And soone be sayde, here whilome Thebes stoode. 
 One onely way I finde for to escape, 
 Which bothe would thee displease to heare it tolde, 
 And me to tell percase were perillous. 
 Thee therfore with my travell I commende 
 To Jove, and with the rest I will endure, 
 What so shall chaunce for our adversitie. 
 
 Cre. Yet stay a whyle, Tyr. Creon make me not stay 
 
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 By force. Cre. Why fleest thou ? Tyr. Syr tis not from thee 
 I flee, but from this fortune foule and fell. 
 
 Cre. Yet tell me what behoves the citie doe? 
 
 Tyr. Thou Creon seemest now desirous still 
 It to preserve: but if as well as I 
 Thou knewest that which is to thee unknowne, 
 Then wouldst thou not so soone consent thereto. 
 
 Cre. And would not I with eagre minde desire 
 The thing that may for Thebes ought avayle? 
 
 Tyr. And dost thou then so instantly request 
 To know which way thou mayest the same preserve? 
 
 Cre. For nothing else I sent my sonne of late 
 To seeke for thee. Tyr. Then will I satisfie 
 Thy greedie minde in this: but first tell me, 
 Menetius where is he? Cre. Not farre from me. 
 
 Tyr. I pray thee sende him out some other where. 
 
 Cre. Why wouldest thou that he should not be here? 
 
 Tyr. I would not have him heare what I should say. 
 
 Cre. He is my sonne, ne will he it reveale. 
 
 Tyr. And shall I then while he is present speake? 
 
 Cre. Yea, be thou sure that he no lesse than I, 
 Doth wishe full well unto this common weale. 
 
 Tyr. Then Creon shalt thou knowe: the meane to save 
 This Citie, is, that thou shalt slea thy sonne, 
 And of his bodie make a sacrifice 
 For his countrey: lo heere is all you seeke 
 So much to knowe, and since you have me forst 
 To tell the thing that I would not have tolde, 
 If I have you offended with my words, 
 Blame then your selfe, and eke your frowarde fate. 
 
 Cre. Oh cruel words, oh, oh, what hast thou sayde, 
 Thou cruell sothsayer? Tyr. Even that, that heaven 
 Hath ordeined once, and needes it must ensue. 
 
 Cre. How many evils hast thou knit up in one? 
 
 Tyr. Though evill for thee, yet for thy countrey good. 
 
 Cre. And let my countrey perishe, what care I? 
 „Tyr. Above all things we ought to holde it deare. 
 
 Cre. Cruell were he, that would not love his childe. 
 „ Tyr. For como weale, were well, that one man waile. 
 
 Cre. To loose mine owne, I liste none other save. 
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 „Tyr. Best Citizens care least for privat gayne. 
 
 Cre. Depart, for nowe, with all thy prophecies. 
 y,Tyr. Lo, thus the truth doth alwayes hatred get. 
 Cre. Yet pray I thee by these thy silver heares, 
 „Tyr. The harme that comes from heaven can not be 
 
 Cre. And by thy holy spirite of prophecie, (scapt. 
 
 „Tyr. What heaven hath done, that cannot I undoe. 
 
 Cre. That to no moe this secrete thou reveale. 
 
 Tyr. And wouldst thou have me learne to make a lye? 
 
 Cre. I pray thee hold thy peace. Tyr. That will I not: 
 But in thy woe to yeelde thee some reliefe, 
 I tell thee once, thou shalt be Lorde of Thebes, 
 Which happe of thine this string did well declare, 
 Which from the heart doth out alonely growe. 
 So did the peece corrupted playnly shewe, 
 An argument most evident to prove 
 Thy sonne his death. Cre. Well, yet be thou content 
 To keepe full close this secrete hidden griefe. 
 
 Tyr. I neither ought, ne will keepe it so close. 
 
 Cre. Shall I be then the murtherer of mine owne? 
 
 Tyr. Ne blame not me, but blame the starres for this. 
 
 Cre. Can heavens condemne but him alone to dye? 
 
 Tyr. We ought beleeve the cause is good and just. 
 n Cre. Unjust is he condemnes the innocent. Great foiiye 
 
 n Tyr. A foole is he accuseth heavens of wrongs. L°Ji5 Cme the 
 
 „Cre. There can no ill thing come from heaves above. 
 
 Tyr. Then this that heaven commaunds can not be ill. 
 
 Cre. I not beleeve that thou hast talkt with God. 
 
 Tyr. Bicause I tell thee that doth thee displease. 
 
 Cre. Out of my sight accursed lying wretch. 
 
 Tyr. Go daughter go, oh what foole is he a thankies 
 
 rr-i J ° °, i. i i-i officetofore- 
 
 Ihat puts in ure to publish prophecies? teiiamis- 
 
 „For if he do fore tell a froward fate, chiek - 
 
 „ Though it be true, yet shall he purchase hate: 
 „And if he silence keepe, or hide the truth, 
 „The heavy wrath of mightie Gods ensuth. 
 Appollo he might well tell things to come, 
 That had no dread the angry to offende. 
 But hye we daughter hence some other way. 
 
 Tyresias with Manto his daughter, returneth by the gates 
 
 called EleHra, 
 
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 CREON. MENECEUS. 
 
 H my deare childe, well hast thou heard with eare 
 These weery newes, or rather wicked tales 
 That this devine of thee devined hath : 
 Yet will thy father never be thy foe, 
 With cruell doome thy death for to consent. 
 Me. You rather ought, O father, to consent 
 No greater Unto my death, since that my death may bring 
 
 honorthanto TT . '. '., t • n ■ 
 
 dye for thy Unto this towne both peace and victone. 
 
 countrey. jj N e can J purchase more prayse worthy death 
 
 „Than for my countries wealth to lose my breath. 
 Cre. I cannot prayse this witlesse will of thine. 
 „ Me. You know deare father, that this life of ours 
 „Is brittle, short, and nothing else in deede 
 „ But tedious toyle and pangs of endlesse payne : 
 „And death, whose darte to some men seemes so fell, 
 
 d^'d'^'id »^ r ' n S s °, u ' et ende to this unquiet life. 
 
 „ Unto which ende who soonest doth arrive, 
 „ Finds soonest rest of all his restlesse griefe. 
 „And were if so, that here on earth we felte 
 „No pricke of paine, nor that our flattring dayes 
 „Were never dasht by froward fortunes frowne, 
 „Yet beeing borne (as all men are) to dye, 
 „Were not this worthy glory and renowne, 
 „To yeelde the countrey soyle where I was borne, 
 „ For so long time, so shorte a time as mine ? 
 I can not thinke that this can be denied. 
 Then if to shunne this haughtie high behest, 
 Mine onely cause, O father, doth you move, 
 Be sure, you seeke to take from me your sonne, 
 The greatest honor that I can attayne : 
 But if your owne commoditie you move, 
 So much the lesse you ought the same allowe : 
 For looke, how much the more you have in Thebes, 
 So much the more you ought to love the same : 
 Here have you Hemone, he that in my steade 
 (O my deare father) may with you remaine, 
 
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 So that, although you be deprived of me 
 Yet shall you not be quite deprived of heires. 
 
 Cre. I can not chuse, deare sonne, but disalowe 
 This thy too hastie, hote desire of death : 
 For if thy life thou settest all so lighte, 
 Yet oughtest thou thy father me respeft, 
 Who as I drawe the more to lumpishe age, 
 So much more neede have I to crave thine ayde : 
 Ne will I yet, with stubborne tong denye, 
 „That for his common weale to spende his life, 
 „Doth win the subject high renoumed name. 
 „ But howe ? in armour to defende the state, 
 „ Not like a beast to bleede in sacrifice : 
 And therwithal, if any shoulde consent 
 To such a death, then should the same be I, 
 That have prolonged life even long enough, 
 Nay many dayes have I nowe to drawe on. 
 And more availe might to the countrie come, 
 Deare sonne, to hold that lustie life of thine, 
 That art both yong and eke of courage stout 
 Than may by me that feeble am and olde. 
 Then live deare sonne in high prosperitie, 
 And give me leave that worthy am to dye. 
 
 Mene. Yet worthy were not that unworthy chaunge. 
 
 Cre. If such a death bring glorie, give it me. 
 
 Mene. Not you, but me, the heavens cal to die. 
 
 Cre. We be but one in flesh and body both. 
 
 Mene. I father ought, so ought not you, to die. 
 
 Cre. If thou sonne die, thinke not that I can live : 
 Then let me die, and so shall he first die, 
 That ought to die, and yet but one shal die. 
 
 Me. Although I, father, ought t' obey your hestes, 
 Yet evill it were in this to yelde your will. 
 
 Cre. Thy wit is wylie for to worke thy wo. 
 
 Me. Oh, tender pitie moveth me thereto. 
 „Cre. A beast is he, that kils himselfe with a knife, 
 „Of pitie to preserve an others life. 
 „Me. Yet wise is he, that doth obey the Gods. 
 
 Cre. The Gods will not the death of any wight. 
 „Me. Whose life they take, they give him life also. 
 
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 Cre. But thou dost strive to take thy life thy selfe. 
 
 Me. Nay them to obey, that will I shall not live. 
 
 Cre. What fault, O sonne, condemneth thee to death ? 
 n Me. Who liveth (father) here without a fault? 
 
 Cre. I see no gylte in thee that death deserves. 
 
 Me. But God it seeth that every secrete seeth. 
 
 Cre. How shoulde we knowe what is the will of God? 
 
 Me. We knowe it then, when he reveales the same. 
 
 Cre. As though he would come doune to tell it us, 
 
 Me. By divers meanes his secrets he discloseth. 
 
 Cre. Oh, fonde is he, who thinkes to understand 
 The mysteries of Jove his secrete mynde : 
 And for to ende this controversie here, 
 Loe thus I say, I will we both live yet : 
 Comaunde- Prepare thee then, my (*) hestes to holde and keepe, 
 And pull a downe that stubborne heart of thyne, 
 
 Me. You may of me, as of your selfe dispose, 
 And since my life doth seeme so deare to you, 
 I will preserve the same to your availe, 
 That I may spende it alwayes to your wil. 
 
 Cre. Then, thee behoves out of this towne to flie : 
 Before the bold and blinde Tyresias 
 Doe publish this that is as yet unknowne. 
 
 Me. And where, or in what place shall I become? 
 
 Cre. Where thou mayste be hence furthest out of sight. 
 
 Me. You may commaunde, and I ought to obey. 
 
 Cre. Go to the lande of Thesbeoita. 
 
 Me. Where Dodona doth sit in sacred chaire? 
 
 Cre. Even there my childe. 
 
 Me. And who shall guide my wandring steps ? Cre. high 
 
 Me. Who shal give sustenance for my reliefe? (Jove. 
 
 Cre. There will I send thee heapes of glistring golde. 
 
 Me. But when shall I eftesoones my father see ? 
 
 Cre. Ere long I hope : but now, for now depart, 
 For every lingring let or little stay, 
 May purchase payne and torment both to me. 
 
 Me. First would I take my conge of the Queene, 
 That since the day my mother lost hir life, 
 Hath nourisht me as if I were hir owne. 
 
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 Cre. Oh, tarry not my deare sonne, tarry not. 
 
 Me. Beholde father, I goe. You dames of Thebes, 
 Pray to almightie Jove for my retourne : 
 You see how mine unhappie starres me drive 
 To go my countrie fro : and if so chaunce, 
 I ende in woe my pryme and lustie yeares 
 Before the course of Nature do them call, 
 Honor my death yet with your drery plaints : 
 And I shall eke, where so this carkas come, 
 Pray to the Gods that they preserve this towne. 
 
 Meneceus departeth by the gates Eleilrce. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 WHen she that rules the rolling wheele of chaunce, 
 Doth turne aside hir angrie frowning face, 
 On him, whom erst she deigned to advance, 
 She never leaves to gaulde him with disgrace, 
 To tosse and turne his state in every place, 
 Till at the last she hurle him from on high 
 And yeld him subjeft unto miserie : 
 
 And as the braunche that from the roote is reft, 
 He never winnes like life to that he lefte : 
 
 Yea though he do, yet can not tast of joy 
 Compare with pangs that past in his annoy. 
 
 Well did the heavens ordeine for our behoofe 
 Necessitie, and fates by them alowde, 
 That when we see our high mishappes aloofe 
 (As though our eyes were mufled with a cloude) 
 Our froward will doth shrinke it selfe and shrowde 
 From our availe wherwith we runne so far[r]e : 
 As none amends can make that we do marre : 
 
 Then drawes evill happe & strives to shew his stregth, 
 And such as yeld unto his might, at length 
 
 He leades them by necessitie the way 
 That destinie preparde for our decay. 
 
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 The Mariner amidde the swelling seas 
 Who seeth his barke with many a billowe beaten, 
 Now here, now there, as wind and waves best please, 
 When thundring Jove with tempest list to threaten, 
 And dreades in depest gulfe for to be eaten, 
 Yet learnes a meane by mere necessitie 
 To save himselfe in such extremitie : 
 
 For when he seeth no man hath witte nor powre 
 To flie from fate when fortune list to lowre, 
 
 His only hope on mightie Jove doth caste, 
 Whereby he winnes the wished heaven at last. 
 
 How fond is that man in his fantasie, 
 Who thinks that Jove the maker of us al, 
 And he that tempers all in heaven on high, 
 The sunne, the rnone, the starres celestiall, 
 So that no leafe without his leave can fall, 
 Hath not in him omnipotence also 
 To guide and governe all things here below ? 
 
 O blinded eies, O wretched mortall wights, 
 O subject slaves to every ill that lights, 
 
 To scape such woe, such paine, such shame and scorne, 
 Happie were he that never had bin borne. 
 
 Well might duke Creon driven by destinie, 
 (If true it be that olde Tyresias saith) 
 Redeme our citie from this miserie, 
 By his consent unto Meneceus death, 
 Who of himselfe wold faine have lost his breth : 
 „But every man is loth for to fulfill 
 „The heavenly hest that pleaseth not his will. 
 
 „That publique weale must needes to ruine go 
 „ Where private profite is preferred so. 
 
 Yet mightie God, thy only aide we crave, 
 This towne from siege, and us from sorowe save. 
 
 Finis Alius tertii. done by G. Gascoygne. 
 
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 The order of the fourth dumbe 
 
 shewe. 
 
 BEfore the beginning of this fourth Atte, the Trumpets, 
 drummes and fifes sounded, and a greate peale of ordi- 
 naunce was shot of : in the which ther entred upon the stage 
 .vi. knights armed at al points : wherof three came in by the 
 Gates Eleftrts, and the other three by the Gates Homoloides : 
 either parte beeing accompanied with .vii. other armed men : 
 and after they had marched twice or thrice about the Stage, the 
 one partie menacing the other by their furious lookes and 
 gestures, the .vi. knights caused their other attendants to stand 
 by, and drawing their Swords, fell to cruell and couragious 
 combate, continuing therein, till two on the one side were 
 slayne. The third perceiving, that he only remayned to with- 
 stand the force of .iii. enimies, did politiquely rune aside : 
 wherewith immediatly one of the .iii. followed after him, and 
 when he had drawen his enimie thus from his companie, hee 
 turned againe and slewe him. Then the seconde also ranne 
 after him, whom he slewe in like maner, and consequently the 
 thirde, and then triumphantly marched aboute the Stage wyth 
 hys sword in his hand. Hereby was noted the incomparable 
 force of Concorde betwene brethren, who as long as they holde 
 togither may not easily by any meanes be overcome, and being 
 once dissevered by any meanes, are easily overthrowen. The 
 history of the brethren Horatii & Curiatii, who agreed to like 
 combate and came to like ende. After that the dead carkasses 
 were caried from the Stage by the armed men on both parties, 
 and that the viftor was triumphantly accompanied out, also 
 came in a messanger armed from the campe, seeking the 
 Queene, and to hir spake as foloweth. 
 
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 Aftus .iiii. Scena .i. 
 
 NUNCIUS. JOCASTA. 
 
 Nuncius commetb in by the gates Homoloides. 
 
 OSage and sober dames, O shamefast maids, 
 O faithful servants of our aged Queene, 
 Come leade hir forth, sith unto hir I bring 
 Such secrete newes as are of great importe. 
 Come forth, O Queene, surceasse thy wofull plaint, 
 And to my words vouchsafe a willing eare. 
 
 The Queene with hir traine commeth out 
 of hir Pallace. 
 
 Joca. My servant deare, doest thou yet bring me newes 
 Of more mishappe ? ah werie wretch, alas, 
 How doth Eteocles} whom heretofore 
 In his encreasing yeares, I wonted ay 
 From daungerous happe with favoure to defend, 
 Doth he yet live ? or hath untimely death 
 In cruell fight berefte his flowring life ? 
 
 Nun. He lives (O Queene) hereof have ye no doubt, 
 From such suspefte my selfe will quit you soone. 
 
 Joca. The vetrous Greekes have haply tane the towne? 
 
 Nun. The Gods forbid. 
 
 Joca. Our souldiers then, perchance, 
 Dispersed bene and yelden to the sword. 
 
 Nun. Not so, they were at first in daunger sure, 
 But in the end obteined vidtorie. 
 
 Joca. Alas, what then becomes of Polynicel 
 Oh canst thou tell ?, is he dead or alive ? 
 
 Nun. You have (O Queene) yet both your sonnes alive. 
 
 Joca. Oh, how my harte is eased of his paine. 
 Well, then proceede, and briefly let me heare, 
 How ye repulst your proud presuming foes, 
 That thereby yet at least I may assuage 
 The swelling sorrowes in my dolefull brest, 
 In that the towne is hitherto preservde : 
 
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 And for the rest, I trust that might[ie] Jove 
 Will yeld us ayde. 
 
 Nun. No soner had your worthy valiant sonne, 
 Severde the Dukes into seaven severall partes, 
 And set them to defence of severall gates, 
 And brought in brave -arraye his horssemen out, 
 First to encounter with their mightie foen, 
 And likewise pitcht, the footemen face to face 
 Against the footemen of their enimies, 
 But fiercely straight, the armies did approche, 
 Swarming so thicke, as coverde cleane the fielde, 
 When dreadfull blast of braying trumpets sounde, 
 Of dolefull drummes, and thundring cannon shot, 
 Gave hideous signe of horrour of the fight, 
 Then gan the Greekes to give their sharpe assaulte, 
 Then from the walls our stout couragious men, 
 With rolling stones, with paisse of hugie beames, 
 With flying dartes, with flakes of burning fire, 
 And deadly blowes, did beate them backe againe: 
 Thus striving long, with stout and bloudie fighte, 
 (Whereby full many thousande slaughtered were) 
 The hardie Greeks came underneath the walls : 
 Of whome, first Capaney (a lustie Knight) 
 Did scale the walls, and on the top thereof 
 Did vaunt himselfe, when many hundred moe, 
 With fierce assaultes did follow him as fast. 
 Then loe, the Captaines seaven bestirrde themselves, 
 (Whose names ye have alreadie understoode) 
 Some here, some there, nought dreading losse of life, 
 With newe reliefe to feede the fainting breach : 
 And Polynice, he bended all the force 
 Of his whole charge, against the greatest gate, 
 When sodenly a flashe of lightning flame 
 From angrie skies strake captaine Capaney 
 That there downe dead he fell : at sight whereof 
 The gazers on were fraught with soden feare. 
 The rest, that strove to mount the walles so fast, 
 From ladders toppe did headlong tumble downe. 
 Herewith our men encouragde by good happe, 
 Toke hardy harts, and so repulst the Grekes. 
 
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 Ther was Eteocles, and I with him, 
 
 Who setting first those souldiers to their charge, 
 
 Ranne streight to thother gates : unto the weake 
 
 He manly comforte gave : unto the bold 
 
 His lusty words encreased courage still : 
 
 In so much as th' amased Grecian king 
 
 When he did heare of Capaney his death, 
 
 Fearing thereby the Gods became his foen, 
 
 Out from the trench withdrewe his wearie host. 
 
 But rashe Eteocles (presuming too too much 
 
 Uppon their flight) did issue out of Thebes, 
 
 And forwarde straight with strength of chivalrie, 
 
 His flying foes couragiously pursude. 
 
 Too long it were to make recompt of all 
 
 That wounded bene, or slaine, or captive now : 
 
 The cloudy ayre was filled round aboute 
 
 With houling cries and wofull wayling plaints : 
 
 So great a slaughter (O renowmed Queene) 
 
 Before this day I thinke was never seene. 
 
 Thus have we now cut of the fruitlesse hope 
 
 The Grecians had, to sacke this noble towne. 
 
 What joyfull end will happen hereunto 
 
 Yet know I not : the gods tourne all to good. 
 
 „To conquere, lo, is doubtlesse worthy praise, 
 
 „But wisely for to use the conquest gotte, 
 
 „Hath ever wonne immortall sound of fame. 
 
 Well, yet therewhile in this we may rejoyce, 
 
 Sith heaven and heavenly powers are pleasde therewith. 
 
 Joca. This good successe was luckie sure, and such, 
 As for my parte I little loked for: 
 To save the towne and eke to have my sonnes 
 (As you report) preserved yet alive. 
 But yet proceede, and further let me know 
 The finall ende that they agreed upon. 
 
 Nun. No more (O queene) let this for now suffise, 
 Sith hitherto your state is safe inough. 
 
 Joca. These words of thine, do whelme my jealous mind 
 With great suspedle of other mischiefes hidde. 
 
 Nun. What would you more, alredy being sure 
 That both your sonnes in safetie do remaine ? 
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 Joca. I long to know the rest, or good or bad. 
 
 Nun. O let me now retourne to Eteocles, 
 That of my service greatly stands in neede. 
 
 Joca. Right well I see, thou doest conceale the woorst. 
 
 Nun. Oh force me not, the good now beeing past, 
 To tell the yll. 
 
 Joca. Tell it I say, on paine of our displeasure. 
 
 Nun. Since thus ye seeke to heare a dolefull tale, 
 I will no longer stay : witte ye therefore, 
 Your desperate sonnes togither be agreed 
 For to attempt a wicked enterprise : 
 To private fight they have betroutht themselves, 
 Of which conflidte, the ende must needes be this, 
 That one do live, that other die the death. 
 
 Joca. Alas, alas, this did I ever feare. 
 
 Nun. Now, sith in summe I have revealed that, 
 Which you have heard with great remorse of mind, 
 I will proceede, at large to tell the whole. 
 When your victorious sonne, with valiant force 
 Had chast his foes into their joyning tents, 
 Even there he staide, and straight at sound of trumpe 
 With stretched voice the herault thus proclaimde : 
 You princely Greekes, that hither be arrived 
 To spoile the fruite of these our fertile fields, 
 And us to drive from this our Native soile, 
 O suffer not so many giltlesse soules 
 By this debate descend in Stygian lake, 
 For private cause of wicked Polynice, 
 But rather let the brethren, hand to hand, 
 By mutuall blowes appease their furious rage, 
 And so to cease from sheding further bloud : 
 And, to the end you all might understand 
 The profite that to every side may fall, 
 Thus much my Lord thought good to profer you, 
 This is his will, if he be overcome, 
 Then Polynice to rule this kingly realme : 
 If so it happe (as reason would it should) 
 Our rightfull prince to conquere Polynice, 
 That then no one of you make more adoo, 
 But straight to Argos lie hast home againe. 
 
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 This, thus pronounst unto the noble Greeks, 
 No soner did the sound of trumpet cease, 
 But Polynice stept forth before the host, 
 And to these words this answere did he make : 
 
 thou, (not brother) but my mortall foe, 
 Thy profer here hath pleased me so well, 
 As presently, without more long delay, 
 
 1 yeld my selfe prepared to the field. 
 
 Our noble King no soner heard this vaunt, 
 
 But forth as fast he prest his princely steppes, 
 
 With eger mind, as hoovering falcon woonts 
 
 To make hir stoope, when pray appeares in sight : 
 
 At all assayes they both were bravely armed, 
 
 To eithers side his sword fast being girt, 
 
 In eithers hand was put a sturdy launce : 
 
 About Eteocles our souldiers cloong, 
 
 To comforte him, and put him then in mind, 
 
 He fought for safetie of his country soile, 
 
 And that in him consisted all their hope. 
 
 To Polynice the king Adrastus swore, 
 
 If he escaped vi&or from the fielde, 
 
 At his returne he would in Greece eredle 
 
 A golden Image unto mightie Jove 
 
 In signe of his triumphing viftorie. 
 
 But all this while seeke you (O noble queene) 
 
 To hinder this your furious sonnes attempte : 
 
 Intreat the Gods it may not take effedte, 
 
 Els must you needes ere long deprived be 
 
 Of both your sonnes, or of the one at least. 
 
 Nuncius returneth to the camp by the gates 
 
 Homoloydes. 
 
 JOCASTA. ANTIGONE. 
 
 XNtigone my swete daughter, come forth 
 jfl. Out of this house, that nought but woe retaines, 
 Come forth I say, not for to sing or daunce, 
 But to prevent (if in our powers it lie) 
 That thy malicious brethren (swolne with ire) 
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 And I alas, their miserable mother, 
 
 Be not destroide by stroke of dreadfull death. 
 
 Antigone commeth out of hir mothers Pallace. 
 
 Anti. Ah swete mother, ah my beloved mother, 
 Alas alas, what cause doth move ye now 
 From trembling voice to send such carefull cries? 
 What painefull pang ? what griefe doth .gripe you now ? 
 
 Joca. O deare daughter, thy most unhappie brethren 
 That sometimes lodgde within these wretched loynes 
 Shall die this day, if Jove prevent it not. 
 
 Anti. Alas what say you ? alas what do you say ? 
 Can I (alas) endure to see him dead, 
 Whom I thus long have sought to see alive ? 
 
 Joca. They both have vowde (I quake alas to tell) 
 With trenchant blade to spill eche others blood. 
 
 Antig. O cruell Eteocles, ah ruthlesse wretch, 
 Of this outrage thou only art the cause, 
 Not Polynice, whom thou with hatefull spight 
 Hast reaved first of crowne and countrie soyle, 
 And now doest seeke to reave him of his life. 
 
 Joca. Daughter no more delay, lets go, lets go. 
 
 Anti. Ah my sweete mother, whither shall I go ? 
 
 Joca. With me, deere daughter, to the greekish host. 
 
 Anti. Alas how can I go ? unles I go 
 In daunger of my life, or of good name ? 
 
 Joca. Time serves not now (my well beloved childe) 
 To way the losse of life or honest name, 
 But rather to prevent (if so we may) 
 That wicked deede, which only but to thinke, 
 Doth hale my hart out of my heavie brest. 
 
 Anti. Come then, lets go, good mother let us go, 
 But what shall we be able for to doe, 
 You a weake old woman forworne with yeares, 
 And I God knowes a silly simple mayde? 
 
 Joca. Our wofull wordes, our prayers & our plaintes, 
 Pourde out with streames of overflowing teares, 
 (Where Nature rules) may happen to prevayle, 
 When reason, power, and force of armes do fayle. 
 But if the glowing heate of boyling wrath 
 So furious be, as it may not relent, 
 
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 Then I atwixt them both will throw my selfe, 
 And this my brest shal beare the deadly blowes, 
 That otherwise should light upon my sonnes: 
 So shall they shead my bloud and not their owne. 
 Well now deere daughter, let us hasten hence, 
 For if in time we stay this raging strife, 
 Then haply may my life prolonged be: 
 If ere we come the bloudy deede be done, 
 Then must my ghost forsake this feeble corps : 
 And thou, deare childe, with dolour shalt bewaile, 
 Thy brothers death and mothers all at once. 
 
 Jocasta with Antigone, and all hir traine (excepte the 
 Chorus) goeth towards the campe, by the gates Ho- 
 moloydes. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 WHoso hath felt, what faith and fervent love 
 A mother beares unto hir tender sonnes, 
 She and none other sure, can comprehende 
 The dolefull griefe, the pangs and secret paine, 
 That presently doth pierce the princely brest 
 Of our afflifted Queene: alas, I thinke 
 No martyrdome might well compare with hirs. 
 So ofte as I recorde hir restlesse state, 
 Alas me thinkes I feele a shivering feare 
 Flit to and fro along my flushing vaines. 
 Alas for ruth, that thus two brethren shoulde, 
 Enforce themselves to shed each others bloud. 
 Where are the lawes of nature nowe become? 
 Can fleshe of fleshe, alas can bloud of bloud, 
 So far forget it selfe, as slay it selfe? 
 O lowring starres, O dimme and angrie skies, 
 O geltie fate, suche mischiefe set aside. 
 But if supernall powers decreed have, 
 That death must be the ende of this debate, 
 Alas what floudes of teares shall then suflise, 
 To weepe and waile the neere approching death : 
 
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 I meane the death of sonnes and mother both, 
 And with their death the mine and decay, 
 Of Oedipus and his princely race? 
 But loe, here Creon comes with carefull cheare : 
 Tis time that now I ende my just complaint. 
 Creon commeth in by the gates Homoloydes. 
 
 CREON. NUNCIUS. 
 
 ALthough I straightly charg[d]e my tender childe 
 ±\. To flee from Thebes for safegarde of him selfe, 
 And that long since he parted from my sight, 
 Yet doe I greatly hang in lingring doubt, 
 Least passing through the gates, the privie watch 
 Hath stayed him by some suspeft of treason. 
 And so therewhile, the prophets having skride 
 His hidden fate, he purchast have the death 
 Which I by all meanes sought he might eschewe : 
 And this mischaunce so much I feare the more, 
 How much the wished conquest at the first, 
 Fell happily unto the towne of Thebes, 
 „But wise men ought with patience to sustaine 
 „The sundrie haps that slipperie fortune frames. 
 Nuncius commeth in by the gates EleEiree. 
 
 Nun. Alas, who can direft my hastie steppes 
 Unto the brother of our wofull Queene? 
 But loe where carefully he standeth here. 
 
 Cre. If so the minde may dread his owne mishap, 
 Then dread I much, this man that seekes me thus, 
 Hath brought the death of my beloved Sonne. 
 
 Nun. My Lorde, the thing you feare is very true, 
 Your sonne Meneceus no longer lives. 
 
 Cre. Alas who can withstand the heavenly powers? 
 Well, it beseemes not me, ne yet my yeares, 
 In bootelesse plaint to wast my wailefull teares: 
 Do thou recount to me his lucklesse deathe, 
 The order, forme, and manner of the same. 
 
 Nun. Your sonne (my Lorde) came to Eteodes, 
 
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 And tolde him this in presence of the rest : 
 
 Renoumed King, neither your vi&orie, 
 
 Ne yet the safetie of this princely Realme 
 
 In armour doth consist, but in the death 
 
 Of me, of me, (O most victorious King) 
 
 So heavenly dome of mightie Jove commaunds. 
 
 I (knowing what avayle my death should yeeld 
 
 Unto your grace, and unto native land) 
 
 Might well be deemde a most ungratefull Sonne 
 
 Unto this worthy towne, if I would shunne 
 
 The sharpest death to do my countrie good: 
 
 In mourning weede now let the vestall Nimphes, 
 
 With [pl]ainyng tunes commend my faultlesse ghost 
 
 To highest heavens, while I despoyle my selfe, 
 
 That afterwarde (sith Jove will have it so) 
 
 To save your lives, I may receyve my death, 
 
 Of you I crave, O curteous Citizens, 
 
 To shrine my corps in tombe of marble stone: 
 
 Whereon grave this : Meneceus here doth lie, 
 
 For countries cause that was content to die. 
 
 This saide, alas, he made no more a doe, 
 
 But drewe his sword, and sheathde it in his brest. 
 
 Cre. No more, I have inough, returne ye nowe 
 From whence ye came. 
 
 Nuncius returneth by the gates EleSiree. 
 Well, since the bloud of my beloved sonne, 
 Must serve to slake the wrath of angrie Jove, 
 And since his onely death must bring to Thebes 
 A quiet ende of hir unquiet state, 
 Me thinkes good reason would, that I henceforth 
 Of Thebane soyle should beare the kingly swaye: 
 Yea sure, and so I will ere it be long, 
 Either by right, or else by force of armes. 
 Of al mishap loe here the wicked broode, 
 My sister first espoused hath hir sonne 
 That slewe his sire, of whose accursed seede 
 Two brethren sprang, whose raging hatefull hearts, 
 By force of boyling yre are bolne so sore 
 As each do thyrst to sucke the others bloude: 
 But why do I sustaine the smart hereof? 
 
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 Why should my bloud be spilt for others gilte? 
 
 Oh welcome were that messenger to me Anymesse- 
 
 That brought me word of both my nephewes deathes: come that 
 
 Then should it soone be sene in every eye, tydtog^of 
 
 Twixt prince and prince what difference would appeare, 
 
 Then should experience shewe what griefe it is 
 
 To serve the humours of unbridled youth. 
 
 Now will I goe for to prepare with speede 
 
 The funerals of my yong giltlesse Sonne, 
 
 The which perhaps may be accompanyed 
 
 With th' obsequies of proude Eteocles. 
 
 Creon goeth out by the gates Homoloydes. 
 
 Finis Attus. 4. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 OBlisful concord, bredde in sacred brest 
 Of him that guides the restlesse rolling sky, 
 That to the earth for mans assured rest 
 From heigth of heavens vouchsafest downe to flie, 
 In thee alone the mightie power doth lie, 
 With swete accorde to kepe the frouning starres 
 And every planet else from hurtfull warres. 
 
 In thee, in thee such noble vertue bydes, 
 As may commaund the mightiest Gods to bend, 
 From thee alone such sugred frendship slydes 
 As mortall wightes can scarcely comprehend, 
 To greatest strife thou setst delightfull ende, 
 O holy peace, by thee are onely founde 
 The passing joyes that every where abound. 
 
 Thou onely thou, through thy celestiall might, 
 
 Didst first of al, the heavenly pole devide 
 
 From th'olde confused heape that Chaos hight: 
 
 Thou madste the Sunne, the Moone, and starres to glide, 
 
 With ordred course about this world so wide: 
 
 Thou hast ordainde Dan Tytans shining light, 
 
 By dawne of day to chase the darkesome night. 
 
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 When tradt of time returnes the lustie Ver, 
 By thee alone, the buddes and blossomes spring, 
 The fieldes with floures be garnisht every where, 
 The blooming trees, aboundant fruite do bring, 
 The cherefull birds melodiously do sing, 
 Thou dost appoint, the crop of sommers seede 
 For mans reliefe, to serve the winters neede. 
 
 Thou doest inspire the heartes of princely peeres 
 By providence, proceeding from above, 
 In flowring youth to choose their worthie feeres, 
 With whome they live in league of lasting love, 
 Till fearefull death doth flitting life remove, 
 And loke how fast, to death man payes his due, 
 So fast againe, doste thou his stocke renue. 
 
 By thee, the basest thing advaunced is, 
 Thou everie where, dost graffe such golden peace, 
 As filleth man, with more than earthly blisse, 
 The earth by thee, doth yelde hir swete increase 
 At becke of thee, all bloudy discords cease, 
 And mightiest Realmes in quiet do remaine, 
 Wheras thy hand doth holde the royall raine. 
 
 But if thou faile, then al things gone to wracke, 
 The mother then, doth dread hir naturall childe, 
 Then every towne is subject to the sacke, 
 Then spotlesse maids, the virgins be defilde, 
 Then rigor rules, then reason is exilde : 
 And this, thou wofull Thebes, to our great paine, 
 With present spoile, art likely to sustaine. 
 
 Me thinke[s] I heare the wailfull weeping cries 
 Of wretched dames, in everie coast resound, 
 Me thinkes I see, how up to heavenly skies 
 From battred walls, the thundring clappes rebound, 
 Me thinke[s] I heare, how all things go to ground, 
 Me thinke[s] I see, how souldiers wounded lye 
 With gasping breath, and yet they can not dye. 
 
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 By meanes wherof, oh swete Meneceus he, 
 That gives for countries cause his guiltlesse life, 
 Of others all, most happy shall he be : 
 His ghost shall flit from broiles of bloudy strife, 
 To heavenly blisse, where pleasing joyes be rife: 
 And would to God, that this his fatall ende 
 From further plagues, our citie might defend. 
 
 O sacred God, give eare unto thy thrall, 
 That humbly here upon thy name doth call, 
 O let not now, our faultlesse bloud be spilt, 
 For hote revenge of any others gilt. 
 
 Finis Attus quarti. 
 Done by F. Kinwelmarshe. 
 
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 The order of the laste dumbe 
 
 shewe. 
 
 First the Stillpipes sounded a very mournful melody, in 
 which time came upon the Stage a woma clothed in a 
 white garment, on hir head a piller, double faced, the formost 
 face fair & smiling, the other behinde blacke & louring, muffled 
 with a white laune about hir eyes, hir lap nil of Jewelles, 
 sitting in a charyot, hir legges naked, hir fete set upo a great 
 roiid bal, & beyng drawe in by .iiii. noble personages, she led in 
 a string on hir right hand .ii. kings crowned, and in hir lefte 
 hand .ii. poore slaves very meanly attyred. After she was 
 drawen about the stage, she stayed a little, changing the kings 
 unto the left hande & the slaves unto the right hand, taking 
 the crownes from the kings heads she crowned therwith the ii. 
 slaves, & casting the vyle clothes of the slaves upon the kings, 
 she despoyled the kings of their robes, and therwith apparelled 
 the slaves. This done, she was drawen eftsones about the 
 stage in this order, and then departed, leaving unto us a plaine 
 Type or figure of unstable fortune, who dothe oftentimes raise 
 to heigthe of dignitie the vile and unnoble, and in like manner 
 throweth downe fro the place of promotio, even those who 
 before she hir selfe had thither advaunced : after hir departure 
 came in Duke Creon with foure gentlemen wayting upon him 
 and lamented the death of Meneceus his sonne in this maner. 
 
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 Adus .[v]. Scena. i. 
 
 CREON. CHORUS. 
 
 A Las what shall I do? bemone my selfe? 
 L Or rue the ruine of my Native lande, 
 About the which such cloudes I see enclosde, 
 As darker cannot cover dreadfull hell. 
 With mine own eyes I saw my own deare sonne 
 All gorde with bloud of his too bloudy brest, 
 Which he hath shed full like a friend, too deare 
 To his countrey, and yet a cruell foe 
 To me, that was his friend and father both. 
 Thus to him selfe he gaynde a famous name, 
 And glory great, to me redoubled payne: 
 Whose haplesse death in my afflicted house, 
 Hath put suche playnt, as I ne can espie 
 What comfort might acquiet their distresse. 
 I hither come my sister for to seeke, 
 Jocasta, she that might in wofull wise 
 Amid hir high and overpining cares, 
 Prepare the baynes for his so wretched corps, 
 And eke for him that nowe is not in life, 
 May pay the due that to the dead pertaynes, 
 And for the honor he did well deserve, 
 To give some giftes unto infernall Gods. 
 
 Cho. My Lorde, your sister is gone forth long since, 
 Into the campe, and with hir Antigone^ 
 Hir daughter deare. 
 
 Cre. Into the campe? alas and what to do? 
 
 Cho. She understoode, that for this realme foorthwith 
 Hir sonnes were greed in combate for to joyne. 
 
 Cre. Alas, the funerals of my deare sonne 
 Dismayed me so, that I ne did receive, 
 Ne seeke to knowe these newe unwelcome newes. 
 But loe, beholde a playne apparant signe 
 Of further feares : the furious troubled lookes 
 Of him that commeth heere so hastilye. 
 
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 Scena. 2. 
 
 NUNCIUS. CREON. CHORUS. 
 
 k Las, alas, what shall I doe? alas, 
 
 What shriching voyce may serve my wofull wordes? 
 O wretched I, ten thousande times a wretch, 
 The messanger of dread and cruell death 
 
 Cre. Yet more mishap? and what unhappie newes: 
 
 Nun. My Lord, your nephues both have lost their lives. 
 
 Cre. Out and alas, to me and to this towne, 
 Thou doest accompt great ruine and decay, 
 You royall familie of Oedipus: 
 
 And heare you this? your liege and soveraigne Lordes 
 The brethren both are slayne and done to death. 
 
 Cho. O cruell newes, most cruell that can come, 
 O newes that might these stony walles provoke 
 For tender ruthe to brust in bitter teares, 
 And so they would, had they the sense of man. 
 Cesers tears. Q re% Q WO rthy yong Lordes, that unworthy were 
 Of such unworthy death, O me moste wretch. 
 
 Nun. More wretched shall ye deeme your selfe, my lord, 
 When you shall heare of further miserie. 
 
 Cre. And can there be more miserie than this? 
 
 Nun. With hir deare sonnes the queene hir self is slaine. 
 
 Cho. Bewayle ladies, alas good ladies waile, 
 This harde mischaunce, this cruell common evill, 
 Ne hencefoorth hope for ever to rejoyce. 
 
 Cre. O yocasta, miserable mother, 
 What haplesse ende thy life alas . hath hent ? 
 Percase the heavens purveyed had the same, 
 Moved therto by the wicked wedlocke 
 Of Oedipus thy sonne yet might thy scuse 
 But justly made, that knewe not of the crime. 
 Weharken But tell me messanger, oh tell me yet 
 SiffinSyfo The death of these two brethren, driven therto, 
 wofuii news. Not thus all onely by their drearie fate, 
 But by the banning and the bitter cursse 
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 Of their cruell sire, borne for our annoy, 
 And here on earth the onely soursse of evill. 
 
 Nun. Then know my Lorde, the battell that begonne 
 Under the walles, was brought to luckie ende. 
 Eteocks had made his fo[e]men flee 
 Within their trenches, to their foule reproche: 
 But herewithall the brethren both straightway 
 Eche other chalenge foorth into the fielde, 
 By combate so to stinte their cruell strife, 
 Who armed thus amid the fielde appeard, 
 First Polynice turning toward Greece 
 His lovely lookes, gan Juno thus beseeche : 
 
 heavenly queene, thou seest, that since the day 
 
 1 first did wedde Adrastus daughter deare, 
 
 And stayde in Greece, thy servaunt have I bene : 
 
 Then (be it not for mine unworthinesse) 
 
 Graunt me this grace, the viftorie to winne, 
 
 Graunt me, that I with high triumphant hande, 
 
 May bathe this blade within my brothers brest : 
 
 I know I crave unworthy viftorie, 
 
 Unworthy triumphes, and unworthy spoyles, 
 
 Lo he the cause, my cruell enimie. 
 
 The people wept to heare the wofull wordes 
 
 Of Polynice, foreseeing eke the ende 
 
 Of this outrage and cruell combate tane, 
 
 Eche man gan looke upon his drouping mate, 
 
 With mindes amazed, and trembling hearts for dread, 
 
 Whom pitie perced for these youthfull knightes. 
 
 Eteocks with eyes up cast to heaven, 
 
 Thus sayde : 
 
 O mightie Jove his daughter graunt to me, 
 
 That this right hande with this sharpe armed launce 
 
 (Passing amid my brothers cankred brest,) 
 
 It may eke pierce that cowarde hart of his, 
 
 And so him slea that thus unworthily 
 
 Disturbes the quiet of our common weale. 
 
 So sayde Eteocks, and trumpets blowne, 
 
 To sende the summons of their bloudy fighte, 
 
 That one the other fiercely did encounter, 
 
 Like Lions two yfraught with boyling wrath, 
 
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 Bothe coucht their launces full agaynst the face, 
 would not But heaven it *nolde that there they should them teinte: 
 Upon the battred shields the mightie speares 
 Are bothe ybroke, and in a thousande shivers 
 Amid the ayre flowne up into the heavens : 
 Beholde agayne, with naked sworde in hande, 
 Eche one the other furiously assaultes. 
 Here they of Thebes, there stoode the Greekes in doubt, 
 Of whom doth eche man feele more chilling dread, 
 Least any of the twayne should lose his life, 
 Than any of the twayne did feele in fight. 
 Their angry lookes, their deadly daunting blowes, 
 Might witnesse well, that in their heartes remaynde 
 As cankred hate, disdayne, and furious moode, 
 As ever bred in beare or tygers brest. 
 The first that hapt to hurt was Polinice, 
 Who smote the righte thighe of Eteodes : 
 But as we deeme, the blow was nothing deepe, 
 Then cryed the Greekes, and lepte with lightned harts, 
 But streight agayne they helde their peace, for why ? 
 Eteodes gan thrust his wicked sworde 
 In the lefte arme of unarmed Pol/inice, 
 And let the bloud from bare unfenced fleshe, 
 With falling drops distill upon the ground, 
 Ne long he stayes, but with an other thrust 
 His brothers belly boweld with his blade, 
 Then wretched he, with bridle left at large, 
 From of his horsse fell pale upon the ground, 
 Ne long it was, but downe our duke dismountes 
 From of his startling steede, and runnes in hast, 
 His brothers haplesse helme for to unlace, 
 And with such hungry minde desired spoyle, 
 (As one that thought the fielde already woonne) 
 That at unwares, his brothers dagger drawne, 
 And griped fast within the dying hand, 
 Under his side he recklesse doth receive, 
 That made the way to his wyde open hart. 
 Thus falles Eteodes his brother by, 
 From both whose breasts the bloud fast bubling, gave 
 A sory shewe to Greekes and Thebanes both. 
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 Cbo. Oh wretched ende of our unhappie Lordes. 
 
 Cre. Oh Oedipus, I must bewaile the death 
 Of thy deare sonnes, that were my nephewes both, 
 But of these blowes thou oughtest feele the smarte, 
 That with thy wonted prayers, thus hast brought 
 Such noble blouds to this unnoble end. 
 But now tell on, what followed of the Queene ? 
 
 Nun. Whe thus with pierced harts, by their owne hands 
 The brothers fell and wallowed in their bloud, 
 (That one still tumbling on the others gore) 
 Came their afflidted mother, then to late, 
 And eke with hir, chast childe Antygone, 
 Who saw no sooner how their fates had falne, 
 But with the doubled echo of alas, 
 She dymmde the ayre with loude complaints and cryes : 
 Oh sonnes (quod she) too late came all my helpe, 
 And all to late have I my succour sent : 
 And with these wordes, upon their carcas colde 
 She shriched so, as might have stayed the Sunne 
 To mourne with hir : the wofull sister eke, 
 (That both hir chekes did bathe in flowing teares) 
 Out from the depth of hir tormented brest, 
 With scalding sighes gan draw these weary words, 
 O my deare brethren, why abandon ye 
 Our mother deare, when these hir aged yeares, 
 (That of themselves are weake and growne with griefe,) 
 Stoode most in neede of your sustaining helpe ? 
 Why doe you leave hir thus disconsolate ? 
 At sounde of such hir weeping long lament, 
 Eteocles our king helde up his hand, 
 And sent from bottome of his wofull brest 
 A doubled sighe, devided with his griefe, 
 In faithfull token of his feeble will 
 To recomfort his mother and sister both : 
 And in [the] steade of sweete contenting words, 
 The trickling teares raynde downe his paled chekes : 
 Then claspt his hands, and shut his dying eyes. 
 But Polynke, that turned his rolling eyen 
 Unto his mother and his sister deare, 
 With hollow voyce and fumbling toung, thus spake : 
 
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 Mother, you see how I am now arryved 
 
 Unto the h[a]ven of mine unhappie ende : 
 
 Now nothing doth remaine to me, but this, 
 
 That I lament my sisters life and yours, 
 
 Left thus in everlasting woe and griefe : 
 
 So am I sory for Eteocles, 
 
 Who though he were my cruell enimie, 
 
 He was your sonne, and brother yet to me : 
 
 But since these ghostes of ours must needes go downe 
 
 With staggring steppes into the Stigian reigne, 
 
 I you besech, mother and sister bothe, 
 
 Of pitie yet, that you will me procure 
 
 A royall tombe within my native realme : 
 
 And now shut up with those your tender handes, 
 
 These grieffull eyes of mine, whose dazeled light 
 
 Shadowes of dreadfull death be come to close. 
 
 Now rest in peace, this sayde, he yeelded up 
 
 His fainting ghost, that ready was to part. 
 
 The mother thus beholding both hir sonnes 
 
 Ydone to death, and overcome with dole, 
 
 Drewe out the dagger of hir Pollinice, 
 
 From brothers brest, and gorde therewyth her throte, 
 
 Falling betweene hir sonnes : 
 
 Then with hir feebled amies, she doth [e]nfolde 
 
 Their bodies both, as if for company 
 
 Hir uncontented corps were yet content 
 
 To passe with them in Charons ferrie boate. 
 
 When cruell fate had thus with force bereft 
 
 The wofull mother and hir two deare sonnes, 
 
 All sodenly allarme, allarme, they crye, 
 
 And hote conflict began for to aryse 
 
 Betwene our armie and our enemyes : 
 
 For either part would have the viftorye. 
 
 A while they did with equall force maintaine 
 
 The bloudy fight, at last the Greekes do flie, 
 
 Of whom could hardly any one escape, 
 
 For in such hugie heapes our men them slew. 
 
 The ground was coverde all with carcases : 
 
 And of our souldiers, some gan spoyle the dead, 
 
 Some other were that parted out the pray, 
 
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 And some pursuing. Antigone toke up 
 
 The Queene Jocasta, and the brethren both, 
 
 Whom in a chariot hither they will bring 
 
 Ere long : and thus, although we gotten have 
 
 The victory over our enemies, 
 
 Yet have we lost much more than we have wonne. 
 
 Creon exit. 
 Cho. O hard mishap, we doe not onely heare 
 The wearie newes of their untimely death, 
 But eke we must with wayling eyes beholde 
 Their bodies deade, for loke where they be brought. 
 
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 ANTIGONE. CHORUS. 
 
 MOst bitter plaint, O ladyes, us behoves 
 Behoveth eke not onely bitter plainte, 
 But that our heares dyshevylde from our heades 
 About our shoulders hang, and that our brests 
 With bouncing blowes be all be battered, 
 Our gastly faces with our nayles defaced : 
 Behold, your Queene twixt both hir sonnes lyes slayne, 
 The Queene whom you did love and honour both, 
 The Queene that did so tenderly bring up 
 And nourishe you, *eche one like to hir owne, 
 Now hath she left you all (O cruell hap) 
 With hir too cruell death in dying dreade, 
 Pyning with pensifenesse without all helpe. 
 O weary life, why bydste thou in my breast 
 And I contented be that these mine eyes 
 Should see hir dye that gave to me this life, 
 And I not venge hir death by losse of life ? 
 Who can me give a fountaine made of mone, 
 That I may weepe as muche as is my will, 
 To sowsse this sorow up in swelling teares ? 
 
 Cho. What stony hart could leave for to lament? 
 
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 Anti. O Polinke, now hast thou with thy bloud 
 Bought all too deare the title to this realme, 
 That cruell he Eteocles thee refte, 
 And now also hath reft thee of thy life, 
 Alas, what wicked dede can wrath not doe ? 
 And out alas for mee. 
 
 Whyle thou yet livedst, I had a lively hope 
 To have some noble wight to be my pheere, 
 By whome I might be crown de a royall Queene : 
 But now, thy hastie death hath done to dye 
 This dying hope of mine, that hope hencefoorth 
 None other wedlocke, but tormenting woe, 
 If so these trembling hands for cowarde dread 
 Dare not presume to ende this wretched life. 
 
 Cho. Alas deare dame, let not thy raging griefe 
 Heape one mishap upon anothers head. 
 
 Anti. O dolefull day, wherein my sory sire 
 Was borne, and yet O more unhappie houre 
 When he was crowned king of stately Thebes 
 The Hymenei in unhappie bed, 
 And wicked wedlocke, wittingly did joyne, 
 The giltlesse mother with hir giltie sonne, 
 Out of which roote we be the braunches borne, 
 To beare the scourge of their so foule offence : 
 And thou, O father, thou that for this fafte, 
 Haste torne thine eyes from thy tormented head, 
 Give eare to this, come foorth, and bende thine eare 
 To bloudie newes, that canst not them beholde : 
 Happie in that, for if thine eyes could see 
 Thy sonnes bothe slayne, and even betweene them bothe 
 Thy wife and mother dead, bathed and imbrude 
 All in one bloud, then wouldst thou dye for dole, 
 And so might ende all our unluckie stocke. 
 But most unhappie nowe, that lacke of sighte 
 Shall linger life within thy lucklesse brest, 
 And still tormented in suche miserie, 
 Shall alwayes dye, bicause thou canst not dye. 
 
 Oedipus entreth. 
 
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 Scena. 4. 
 
 OEDIPUS. ANTIGONE. CHORUS. 
 
 WHy dost thou call out of this darkesome denne, 
 (The lustlesse lodge of my lamenting yeres,) 
 (O daughter deare) thy fathers blinded eyes, 
 Into the light I was not worthy of? 
 Or what suche sight (O cruell destenie) 
 Without tormenting cares might I beholde, 
 That image am of deathe and not of man ? 
 
 Anti. O father mine, I bring unluckie newes 
 Unto your eares, your sonnes are nowe both slayne, 
 Ne doth your wife (that wonted was to guyde 
 So piteously your staylesse stumbling steppes) 
 Now see this light, alas and welaway. 
 
 Oed. O heape of infinite calamities, 
 And canst thou yet encrease when I thought least 
 That any griefe more great could grow in thee ? 
 But tell me yet, what kinde of cruell death 
 Had these three sory soules ? 
 
 Anti. Without offence to speake, deare father mine, 
 The lucklesse Iotte, the frowarde frowning fate 
 That gave you life to ende your fathers life, 
 Have ledde your sonnes to reave eche others life. 
 
 Oed. Of them I thought no lesse, but tell me yet 
 What causelesse death hath caught from me my deare, 
 (What shall I call hir) mother or my wife? 
 
 Anti. When as my mother sawe hir deare sonnes dead, 
 As pensive pangs had prest hir tender heart, 
 With bloudlesse cheekes and gastly lookes she fell, 
 Drawing the dagger from Eteocles side, 
 She gorde. hirselfe with wide recurelesse wounde : 
 And thus, without mo words, gave up the ghost, 
 Embracing both hir sonnes with both hir armes. 
 In these affrightes this frosen heart of mine, 
 By feare of death maynteines my dying life. 
 
 Cho. This drearie day is cause of many evils, 
 Poore Oedipus, unto thy progenie, 
 The Gods yet graunt it may become the cause 
 Of better happe to this afflidted realme. 
 
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JOCASTA 
 
 Scena. 5. 
 
 CREON. OEDIPUS. ANTIGONE. 
 
 GOod Ladies leave your bootelesse vayne complaynt, 
 Leave to lament, cut off your wofull cryes, 
 High time it is as now for to provide 
 The funerals for the renowmed king : 
 And thou Oedipus hearken to my wordes, 
 And know thus muche, that for thy daughters dower, 
 Antigone with Hemone shall be wedde. 
 Thy sonne our king not long before his death 
 Assigned hath the kingdome should descende 
 To me, that am his mothers brother borne, 
 And so the same might to my sonne succeede. 
 Now I that am the lorde and king of Thebes, 
 Will not permit that thou abide therein : 
 Ne marvell yet of this my heady will, 
 Ne blame thou me, for why, the heavens above 
 (Which onely rule the rolling life of man,) 
 Have so ordeynde, and that my words be true, 
 Tyresias he that knoweth things to come, 
 By trustie tokens hath foretolde the towne, 
 That while thou didst within the walles remayne, 
 It should be plagued still with penurie : 
 Wherfore departe, and thinke not that I speake 
 These wofull wordes for hate I beare to thee, 
 But for the weale of this afflidted realme. 
 
 Oedipus. O foule accursed fate, that hast me bredde 
 To beare the burthen of the miserie 
 Of this colde death, which we accompt for life : 
 Before my birth my father understoode 
 I should him slea, and scarcely was I borne, 
 When he me made a pray for savage beastes. 
 But what ? I slew him yet, then caught the crowne, 
 And last of all defilde my mothers bedde, 
 By whom I have this wicked ofspring got : 
 And to this heinous crime and filthy fafte 
 The heavens have from highe enforced me, 
 
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 Agaynst whose doome no counsell can prevayle. 
 
 Thus hate I now my life, and last of all, 
 
 Lo by the newes of this so cruell death 
 
 Of bothe my sonnes and deare beloved wife, 
 
 Mine angrie constellation me commaundes 
 
 Withouten eyes to wander in mine age, 
 
 When these my weery, weake, and crooked limmes 
 
 Have greatest neede to crave their quiet rest. 
 
 O cruell Creon, wilt thou slea me so, 
 
 For cruelly thou doste but murther me, 
 
 Out of my kingdome now to chase me thus : 
 
 Yet can I not with humble minde beseeche 
 
 Thy curtesie, ne fall before thy feete. 
 
 Let fortune take from me these worldly giftes, 
 
 She can not conquere this courageous heart, 
 
 That never yet could well be overcome, 
 
 To force me yeelde for feare to villanie : 
 
 Do what thou canst I will be Oedipus. 
 
 Cre. So hast thou reason Oedipus, to say, 
 And for my parte I would thee counsell eke, 
 Still to maynteine the high and hawtie minde, 
 That hath bene ever in thy noble heart: 
 For this be sure, if thou wouldst kisse these knees, 
 And pradtise eke by prayer to prevayle, 
 No pitie coulde persuade me to consent 
 That thou remayne one onely houre in Thebes. 
 And nowe, prepare you worthie Citizens, 
 The funeralls that duely doe pertayne 
 Unto the Queene, and to Eteocles, 
 And eke for them provide their stately tombes. 
 But Pollynke, as common enimie 
 Unto his countrey, carrie foorth his corps 
 Out of the walles, ne none so hardie be 
 On peine of death his bodie to engrave, 
 But in the fieldes let him unburied lye, 
 Without his honour, and without complaynte, 
 An open praie for savage beastes to spoyle. 
 And thou Antigone, drie up thy teares, 
 Plucke up thy sprites, and cheere thy harmelesse hearte 
 To mariage : for ere these two dayes passe, 
 
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 Thou shalt espouse He/none myne onely heire. 
 
 Ant'tg. Father, I see us wrapt in endlesse woe, 
 And nowe muche more doe I your state lamente, 
 Than these that nowe be dead, not that I thinke 
 Theyr greate missehappes too little to bewayle, 
 But this, that you (you onely) doe surpasse 
 All wretched wightes that in this worlde remayne. 
 But you my Lorde, why banishe you with wrong 
 My father thus out of his owne perforce ? 
 And why will you denye these guiltlesse bones 
 Of Polinke, theyr grave in countrey soyle ? 
 
 Creon. So would not I, so woulde Eteocles. 
 
 Anti. He cruel was, you fonde to hold his hestes. 
 
 Creon. Is then a fault to doe a kings comaund? 
 
 Anti. When his comaunde is cruell and unjust. 
 
 Creon. Is it unjust that he unburied be ? 
 
 Anti. He not deserv'd so cruel punishment. 
 
 Creon. He was his countreys cruell enimie. 
 
 Anti. Or else was he that helde him from his right. 
 
 Cre. Bare he not armes against his native land ? 
 
 Anti. Offendeth he that sekes to winne his owne ? 
 
 Cre. In spite of thee he shall unburied be. 
 
 Anti. In spite of thee these hands shall burie him. 
 
 Cre. And with him eke then will I burie thee. 
 
 Anti. So graunt the gods, I get none other grave, 
 Then with my Polinices deare to rest. 
 
 Cre. Go sirs, lay holde on hir, and take hir in. 
 
 Anti. I will not leave this corps unburied. 
 
 Cre. Canst thou undoe the thing that is decreed? 
 
 Anti. A wicked foule decree to wrong the dead. 
 
 Cre. The ground ne shall ne ought to cover him. 
 
 Anti. Creon, yet I beseche thee for the love, 
 
 Cre. Away I say, thy prayers not prevaile. 
 
 Anti. That thou didst beare Jecasta in hir life, 
 
 Cre. Thou dost but waste thy words amid the wind. 
 
 Anti. Yet graunt me leave to washe his wounded corps. 
 
 Cre. It can not be that I should graunt thee so. 
 She sheweth ^ nt '' O mv deare Polinke, this tirant yet 
 y frutes of With all his w[r]ongfull force can not fordoe, 
 
 truekyndly But J W JH kisse thege c£)lde pale lippes rf ^e, 
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 And washe thy wounds with my waymenting teares. 
 
 Cre. O simple wench, O fonde and foolishe girle, 
 Beware, beware, thy teares do not foretell 
 Some signe of hard mishap unto thy mariage. 
 
 Anti. No, no, for Hemone will I never wed. 
 
 Cre. Dost thou refuse the mariage of my sonne ? 
 
 Anti. I will nor him, nor any other wed. 
 
 Cre. Against thy will then must I thee constraine. 
 
 Anti. If thou me force, I sweare thou shalt repent. 
 
 Cre. What canst thou cause that I should once repent? 
 
 Anti. With bloudy knife I can this knot unknit. 
 
 Cre. And what a foole were thou to kill thy selfe? 
 
 Anti. I will ensue some worthie womans steppes. 
 
 Cre. Speake out Antigone, that I may heare. 
 
 Anti. This hardie hande shall soone dispatch his life. 
 
 Cre. O simple foole, and darste thou be so bolde ? 
 
 Anti. Why should I dread to do so doughtie deed ? 
 
 Cre. And wherfore dost thou wedlocke so despise ? 
 
 Anti. In cruel exile for to folow him. {pointing to Oedipus 
 
 Cre. What others might beseeme, beseemes not thee. 
 
 Anti. If neede require with him eke will I die. 
 
 Cre. Departe, departe, and with thy father die, 
 Rather than kill my childe with bloudie knife : 
 Go hellish monster, go out of the towne. 
 
 Creon exit. 
 
 Oed. Daughter, I must commende thy noble heart. 
 
 Anti. Father, I will not live in companie The duty of 
 
 And you alone wander in wildernesse. perfourmed. 
 
 Oed. O yes deare daughter, leave thou me alone 
 Amid my plagues : be merrie while thou maist. 
 
 Anti. And who shal guide these aged feete of yours, 
 That banisht bene, in blinde necessitie ? 
 
 Oed. I will endure, as fatal lot me drives : 
 Resting these crooked sorie sides of mine 
 Where so the heavens shall lend me harborough. 
 And in exchange of rich and stately towers, 
 The woodes, the wildernesse, the darkesome dennes, 
 Shall be the bowre of mine unhappie bones. 
 
 Anti. O father now where is your glorie gone ? 
 „ Oed. One happie day did raise me to renoune, 
 
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JOCASTA 
 
 „ One haplesse day hath throwne mine honour doune. 
 
 Anti. Yet will I beare a part of your mishappes. 
 
 Oed. That sitteth not amid thy pleasant yeares. 
 „ Anti. Deare father yes, let youth give place to age. 
 
 Oed. Where is thy moother? let me touch hir face, 
 That with these handes I may yet feele the harme 
 That these blinde eyes forbid me to beholde. 
 
 Anti. Here father, here hir corps, here put your hande. 
 
 Oed. O wife, O moother, O both wofull names, 
 O wofull mother, and O wofull wyfe, 
 O woulde to God, alas, O woulde to God 
 Thou nere had bene my mother, nor my wyfe. 
 But where lye nowe the paled bodies two, 
 Of myne unluckie sonnes, Oh where be they ? 
 
 Anti. Lo here they lye one by an other deade. 
 
 Oedip. Stretch out this hand, dere daughter, stretch this 
 Upon their faces. (hande 
 
 Anti. Loe father, here, lo, nowe you touche them both. 
 
 Oedi. O bodies deare, O bodies dearely boughte 
 Unto your father, bought with high missehap. 
 
 Anti. O lovely name of my deare Pollinice, 
 Why can I not of cruell Creon crave, 
 Ne with my death nowe purchase thee a grave ? 
 
 Oedi. Nowe commes Apollos oracle to passe, 
 That I in Athens towne should end my dayes : 
 And since thou doest, O daughter myne, desire 
 In this exile to be my wofull mate, 
 Lende mee thy hande, and let us goe togither. 
 
 Anti. Loe, here all prest my deare beloved father, 
 A feeble guyde, and eke a simple scowte, 
 To passe the perills in a doubtfull waye. 
 
 Oedi. Unto the wretched, be a wretched guyde. 
 
 Anti. In this all onely equall to my father. 
 
 Oedi. And where shall I sette foorth my trembling feete ? 
 O reache mee yet some surer staffe, to steye 
 My staggryng pace amidde these wayes unknowne. 
 Shegiveth Anti. Here father here, and here set forth your feete. 
 andstayeth' Oedi. Nowe can I blame none other for my harmes 
 hym hir self But secrete S pjght of foredecreed fate, 
 
 Thou arte the cause, that crooked, olde and blynde, 
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 I am exilde farre from my countrey soyle, 
 And suffer dole that I ought not endure. 
 „Anti. O father, father, Justice lyes on sleepe, 
 „ Ne doth regarde the wrongs of wretchednesse, 
 „ Ne princes swelling pryde it doth redresse. sU^'eth 
 
 Oedi. O carefull caytife, howe am I nowe changd 
 From that I was? I am that Oedipus, brittefleut'e 
 
 That whylome had triumphant vidtorie, and for lusty 
 
 And was bothe dread and honored eke in Thebes : 
 But nowe (so pleaseth you my frowarde starres) 
 Downe headlong hurlde in depth of myserie, 
 So that remaynes of Oedipus no more 
 As nowe in mee, but even the naked name, 
 And lo, this image, that resembles more 
 Shadowes of death, than shape of Oedipus. 
 
 Antig. O father, nowe forgette the pleasaunt dayes 
 And happie lyfe that you did whylom leade, 
 The muse whereof redoubleth but you[r] griefe : 
 Susteyne the smarte of these your present paynes 
 With pacience, that best may you preserve. 
 Lo where I come, to live and die with you, 
 Not (as sometymes) the daughter of a king, 
 But as an abjeft nowe in povertie, 
 That you, by presence of suche faithfull guide, 
 May better beare the wrecke of miserie. 
 
 Oedi. O onely comforte of my cruell happe. 
 
 Anti. Your daughters pitie is but due to you : 
 Woulde God I might as well ingrave the corps 
 Of my deare Pollinice, but I ne maye, 
 And that I can not, doubleth all my dole. 
 
 Oedi. This thy desire, that is both good and juste, 
 Imparte to some that be thy trustie frendes, 
 Who movde with pitie, maye procure the same. 
 „ Anti. Beleeve me father, when dame fortune frownes, 
 „ Be fewe that fynde trustie companions. 
 
 Oedi. And of those fewe, yet one of those am I : 
 Wherefore, goe we nowe daughter, leade the waye 
 Into the stonie rockes and highest hilles, 
 Where fewest trackes of steppings may be spyde. 
 „ Who once hath sit in chaire of dignitie, 
 
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JOCASTA 
 
 „ May shame to shewe himselfe in miserie. 
 
 Anti. From thee, O countrey, am I forst to parte, 
 Despoiled thus in flower of my youth, 
 And yet I leave within my enimies rule, 
 Ismene my infortunate sister. 
 
 Oed. Deare citizens, beholde your Lord and King 
 Magistrate™ That Thebes set in quiet government, 
 Now as you see, neglefted of you all, 
 And in these ragged ruthfull weedes bewrapt, 
 Ychased from his native countrey soyle, 
 Betakes himself (for so this tirant will) 
 To everlasting banishment : but why 
 Do I lament my lucklesse lot in vaine ? 
 „ Since every man must beare with quiet minde, 
 „ The fate that heavens have earst to him assignde. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 EXample here, loe take by Oedipus, 
 You Kings and Princes in prosperitie, 
 And every one that is desirous 
 To sway the seate of worldlie dignitie, 
 How fickle tis to trust in Fortunes whele : 
 For him whome now she hoyseth up on hie, 
 If so he chaunce on any side to reele, 
 She hurles him downe in twinkling of an eye : 
 And him againe, that grovleth nowe on ground, 
 And lieth lowe in dungeon of dispaire, 
 Hir whirling wheele can heave up at a bounde, 
 And place aloft in stay of statelie chaire. 
 As from the Sunne the Moone withdrawes hir face, 
 So might of man doth yeelde dame Fortune place. 
 
 Finis Attus quinti. Done by G. Gascoigne. 
 
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EPILOGUS 
 
 Ehere the fruit of high aspiring minde, 
 Who weenes to mount above the mooving Skies: 
 Lo here the trap that titles proud do finde, 
 See, ruine growes, when most we reach to rise : 
 Sweete is the name, and statelie is the raigne 
 Of kinglie rule, and swey of royall seate, 
 But bitter is the tast of Princes gaine, 
 When climbing heades do hunte for to be great. 
 Who would forecast the banke of restlesse toyle, 
 Ambitious wightes do freight their brestes withall, 
 The growing cares, the feares of dreadfull foyle, 
 To yll successe that on such flightes doth fall, 
 He would not streyne his practize to atchieve 
 The largest limits of the mightiest states. 
 But oh, what fansies . sweete do still relieve 
 The hungrie humor of these swelling hates ? 
 What poyson sweet inflameth high desire ? 
 Howe soone the hautie heart is pufff with pride ? 
 Howe soone is thirst of sceptre set on fire ? 
 Howe soone in rising mindes doth mischief slide ? 
 What bloudie sturres doth glut of honor breede ? 
 Thambitious sonne doth oft surpresse his sire : 
 Where natures power unfained love should spread, 
 There malice raignes and reacheth to be higher. 
 O blinde unbridled search of Sovereintie, 
 O tickle traipe of evill attayned state, 
 O fonde desire of princelie dignitie, 
 Who climbes too soone, he ofte repentes too late. 
 The golden meane, the happie doth suffise, 
 They leade the posting day in rare delight, 
 They fill (not feede) their uncontented eyes, 
 They reape such rest as doth beguile the [n]ight, 
 They not envie the pompe of haughtie traine, 
 Ne dreade the dinte of proude usurping swoorde, 
 But plaste alowe, more sugred joyes attaine, 
 Than swaye of loftie Scepter can afoorde. 
 
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EPILOGUS 
 
 Cease to aspire then, cease to soare so hie, 
 And shunne the plague that pierceth noble breastes. 
 To glittring courtes what fondnesse is to flie, 
 When better state in baser Towers rests ? 
 
 Finis Epilogi. Done by Chr. Yelverton. 
 
 NOte (Reader) that there were in Thebes fowre principall 
 gates, wherof the chief and most commonly used were 
 the gates called Eleitra and the gates Homokydes. Thys I have 
 thought good to explane : as also certe words which are not 
 comon in use are noted and expounded in the margent. I did 
 begin, those notes at request of a gentlewoman who understode 
 not pogtycall words or termes. I trust those and the rest of 
 my notes throughout the booke, shall not be hurtfull to any 
 Reader. 
 
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 £%%£ The Frute of reconciliation, 
 
 Written uppon a reconciliation be- 
 twene two freendes. 
 
 THe hatefull man that heapeth in his mynde, 
 Cruell revenge of wronges forepast and done, 
 May not (with ease) y e pleasaunt pathway finde, 
 Of friendly verse which I have now begone, 
 Unlesse at first his angry brest untwinde, 
 The crooked knot which canckred choller knit, 
 And then recule with reconciled grace. 
 Likewise I finde it sayde in holy write, 
 If thou entend to turne thy fearefull face, 
 To God above : make thyne agreement yet, 
 First with thy Brother whom thou didst abuse, 
 Confesse thy faultes, thy frowardnesse and all, 
 So that the Lord thy prayer not refuse. 
 When I consider this, and then the brail, 
 Which raging youth (I will not me excuse) 
 Did whilome breede in mine unmellowed brayne, 
 I thought it meete before I did assay, 
 To write in ryme the double golden gayne, 
 Of amitie : first yet to take away 
 The grutch of grief, as thou doest me constrayne, 
 By due desert whereto I now must yeeld, 
 And drowne for aye in depth of Lethes lake, 
 Disdaynefull moodes whom frendship cannot weelde : 
 Pleading for peace which for my parte I make 
 Of former strife, and henceforth let us write 
 The pleasant fruites of faythfull friends delight. 
 
 Si fortunatus infcelix. 
 
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HEARBES 
 
 Two gentlemen did run three courses at the Ring for one kisse 
 to be take of a fair gentlewoman being then present, with 
 this condicion, that the winner should have the kisse, and 
 the loser be bound to write some verses upon the gaine or 
 losse therof. Now it fortuned that the winner triumphed, 
 saying, he much lamented that in youth he had not seen 
 the warres. Whereupon the loser compyled these following, 
 in discharge of the condition above rehearsed. 
 
 THis vaine availe which thou by Mars hast woonne, 
 Should not allure thy flitting minde to feelde, 
 Where sturdie steeds in depth of dangers roonne, 
 By guttes wel gnawen by clappes that Canons yeelde. 
 Where faithlesse friendes by warrefare waxen ware, 
 And runne to him that giveth best rewarde : 
 No feare of lawes can cause them for to care, 
 But robbe and reave, and steale without regarde, 
 The fathers coate, the brothers steede from stall : 
 The deare friendes purse shall picked be for pence, 
 The native soile, the parentes left and all, 
 With Tant tra tant, the Campe is marching hence. 
 But when bare beggrie bidds them to beware, 
 And late repentance rules them to retire, 
 Like hivelesse Bees they wander here and there, 
 And hang on them who (earst) did dreade their ire. 
 This cut throte life (me seemes) thou shouldst not like, 
 And shunne the happie haven of meane estate : 
 High Jove (perdy) may sende what thou doest seeke, 
 And heape up poundes within thy quiet gate. 
 Nor yet I would that thou shouldst spende thy dayes 
 In idlenesse to teare a golden time : 
 Like countrey loutes, which compt none other praise, 
 But grease a sheepe, and learne to serve the swine. 
 In vaine were then the giftes which nature lent, 
 If Pan so presse to pass* dame Pallas lore : 
 But my good friende, let thus thy youth be spent, 
 Serve God thy Lord, and prayse him evermore. 
 Search out the skill which learned bookes do teach, 
 And serve in feeld when shadowes make thee sure : 
 Hold with the head, and row not past thy reach. 
 
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HEARBES 
 
 But plead for peace which plenty may procure. 
 And (for my life) if thou canst run this race, 
 Thy bagges of coyne will multiply apace. 
 
 Si fortunatus infaelix. 
 
 Not long after the writing hereof : he departed from the com- 
 pany of his sayd friend (whom he entirely loved) into the 
 west of Englande, and feeling himselfe so consumed by 
 womens craft that he doubted of a safe returne : wrote 
 before his departure as followeth. 
 
 THe feeble thred which Lacbesis hath sponne, 
 To drawe my dayes in short abode with thee, 
 Hath wrought a webbe which now (welneare) is donne, 
 The wale is worne : and (all to late) I see 
 That lingring life doth dally but in vaine, 
 For Atropos will cut the twist in twaine. 
 
 I not discerne what life but lothsome were, 
 
 When faithfull friends are kept in twayne by want : 
 
 Nor yet perceive what pleasure doth appeere, 
 
 To deepe desires where good successe is skant. 
 
 Such spight yet showes dame fortune (if she frowne,) 
 
 The haughty harts in high mishaps to drowne. 
 
 Hot be the flames which boyle in friendly mindes, 
 Cruell the care and dreadful! is the doome : 
 Slipper the knot which traft of time untwynds, 
 Hatefull the life and welcome were the toome. 
 Blest were the day which might devoure such youth, 
 And curst the want that seekes to choke such trueth. 
 
 This wayling verse I bathe in flowing teares, 
 
 And would my life might end with these my lines: 
 
 Yet strive I not to force into thine eares, 
 
 Such fayned plaints as fickell faith resignes. 
 
 But high forsight in dreames hath stopt my breath, 
 
 And causde the Swanne to sing before his death. 
 
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HEARBES 
 
 For lo these naked walles do well declare, 
 
 My latest leave of thee I taken have : 
 
 And unknowne coastes which I must seeke with care 
 
 Do well divine that there shalbe my grave : 
 
 There shall my death make many for to mone, 
 
 Skarce knowne to them, well knowne to thee alone. 
 
 This bowne of thee (as last request) I crave, 
 
 When true report shall sounde my death with fame: 
 
 Vouchsafe yet then to go unto my grave, 
 
 And there first write my byrth and then my name : 
 
 And how my life was shortned many yeares, 
 
 By womens wyles as to the world appeares. 
 
 And in reward of graunt to this request, 
 
 Permit O God my toung these woordes to tell : 
 
 (When as his pen shall write upon my chest) 
 
 With shriking voyce mine owne deare friend farewell : 
 
 No care on earth did seeme so much to me, 
 
 As when my corps was forst to part from thee. 
 
 5/ fortunatus infaelix. 
 
 He wrote to the same friend from Excester, 
 this Sonet following. 
 
 AHundreth sonnes (in course but not in kind) 
 Can witnesse well that I possesse no joye : 
 The feare of death which fretteth in my mind 
 Consumes my hart with dread of darke anoye. 
 And for eche sonne a thousand broken sleepes 
 Devide my dreames with fresh recourse of cares : 
 The youngest sister sharpe hir sheare she keepes, 
 To cut my thred, and thus my life it weares. 
 Yet let such daies, such thousand restlesse nights, 
 Spit forth their spite, let fates eke showe their force : 
 Deathes daunting dart where so his buffet lights, 
 Shall shape no change within my friendly corse : 
 But dead or live, in heaven, in earth, in hell 
 I wilbe thine where so my carkase dwell. 
 
 Si fortunatus infoslix. 
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HEARBES 
 
 He wrote to the same friend from Founteine belle eatt in 
 
 Fraunce, this Sonnet in commendation of the said 
 
 house of Fountaine bel'eau. 
 
 NOt stately Troye though Priam yet did live, 
 Could now compare Founteine bel'eau to passe : 
 Nor Syrian towers, whose loftie steppes did strive, 
 To climbe the throne where angry Saturne was, 
 For outward shew the ports are of such price, 
 As skorne the cost which Cesar spilt in Rome : 
 Such works within as stayne the rare devise, 
 Which whilome he Apelles wrought on toome. 
 Swift Tiber floud which fed the Romayne pooles, 
 Puddle to this where Christall melts in streames, 
 The pleasaunt place where Muses kept their schooles, 
 (Not parcht with Phoebe, nor banisht from his beames) 
 Yeeld to those Dames, nor sight, nor fruite, nor smell, 
 Which may be thought these gardens to excell. 
 
 Si fortunatus infxlix. 
 
 He wrote unto a Skotish Dame whom he chose 
 
 for his Mistresse in the French Court, 
 
 as followeth. 
 
 IAdy receyve, receive in gracious wise, 
 _, This ragged verse, these rude ill skribled lines : 
 Too base an obje£l for your heavenly eyes, 
 For he that writes his freedome (lo) resignes 
 Into your handes: and freely yeelds as thrall 
 His sturdy necke (earst subjedt to no yoke)* 
 But bending now, and headlong prest to fall, 
 Before your feete, such force hath beauties stroke. 
 Since then mine eyes (which skornd our English dames) 
 In forrayne courtes have chosen you for fayre, 
 Let be this verse true token of my flames, 
 And do not drench your owne in deepe dispayre. 
 Onely I crave (as I nill change for new) 
 That you vouchsafe to thinke your servaunt trew. 
 
 Si fortunatus infcelix. 
 
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HEARBES 
 
 A Sonet written in prayse of the browne beautie, compiled 
 for the love of Mistresse E. P. as foloweth. 
 
 THe thriftles thred which pampred beauty spinnes, 
 In thraldom binds the foolish gazing eyes : 
 As cruell Spiders with their crafty ginnes, 
 In worthlesse webbes doe snare the simple Flies. 
 The garments gay, the glittring golden gite, 
 The tysing talk which flowes from Pallas pooles : 
 The painted pale, the (too much) red made white, 
 Are smiling baytes to fishe for loving fooles. 
 But lo, when eld in toothlesse mouth appeares, 
 And hoary heares in steede of beauties blaze : 
 Then had I wist, doth teach repenting yeares, 
 The tickle track of craftie 1 Cupides maze. 
 Twixt faire and foule therfore, twixt great and small, 
 A lovely nutbrowne face is best of all. 
 
 Si fortunatus infcelix. 
 
 Now to begin with another man, take these verses written 
 
 to be sent with a ryng, wherein were engraved 
 
 a Partrich in a Merlines foote. 
 
 THe Partridge in the pretie Merlines foote, 
 Who feeles hir force supprest with fearfulnesse, 
 And fhides that strength nor strife can do hir boote, 
 To scape the danger of hir deepe distresse : 
 These wofull wordes may seeme for to reherse 
 Which I must write in this waymenting verse. 
 
 What helpeth now (sayeth she) dame natures skill, 
 To die my feathers like the dustie ground ? 
 Or what prevayles to lend me winges at will 
 Which in the ayre can make my bodie bound? 
 Since from the earth the dogges me drave perforce, 
 And now aloft the Hauke hath caught my corse. 
 
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 If chaunge of colours, could not me convey, 
 
 Yet mought my wings have scapt the dogges despite : 
 
 And if my wings did fayle to flie away, 
 
 Yet mought my strength resist the Merlines might. 
 
 But nature made the Merline mee to kill, 
 
 And me to yeeld unto the Merlines will. 
 
 My lot is like (deere Dame) beleve me well, 
 
 The quiet life which I full closely kept, 
 
 Was not content in happie state to dwell, 
 
 But forth in hast to gaze on thee it lept. 
 
 Desire thy dogge did spring me up in hast, 
 
 Thou wert the Hauke, whose tallents caught me fast. 
 
 What should I then, seeke meanes to flie away ? 
 Or strive by force, to breake out of thy feete ? 
 No, no, perdie, I may no strength assay, 
 To strive with thee ywis, it were not meete. 
 Thou art that Hauke, whom nature made to hent me, 
 And I the Byrd, that must therewith content me. 
 
 And since Dame nature hath ordayned so, 
 Hir happie hest I gladly shall embrace : 
 I yeeld my will, although it were to wo, 
 I stand content to take my griefe for grace : 
 And seale it up within my secrete hart, 
 Which seale receive, as token of my smart. 
 
 Spreeta tamen vivunt. 
 
 A loving Lady being wounded in the spring time, and now 
 
 galded eftsones with the remembrance of the 
 
 spring, doth therfore thus bewayle. 
 
 THis tenth of March when Aries receyvd, 
 Dame Phoebus rayes, into his horned head : 
 And I my selfe, by learned lore perceyv'd, 
 That Ver approcht, and frostie winter fled : 
 I crost the Thames, to take the cherefull ayre, 
 In open feeldes, the weather was so fayre. 
 
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 And as I rowed, fast by the further shore, 
 
 I heard a voyce, which seemed to lament : 
 
 Whereat I stay'd, and by a stately dore, 
 
 I left my Boate, and up on land I went : 
 
 Till at the last by lasting paine I found, 
 
 The wofull wight, which made this dolefull sound. 
 
 In pleasant garden (placed all alone) 
 I sawe a Dame, who sat in weary wise, 
 With scalding sighes, she uttred all hir mone, 
 The ruefull teares, downe rayned from hir eyes : 
 Hir lowring head, full lowe on hand she layde, 
 On knee hir arme : and thus this Lady sayde. 
 
 Alas (quod she) behold eche pleasaunt greene, 
 
 Will now renew his sommers livery, 
 
 The fragrant flowers, which have not long bene seene, 
 
 Will florish now, (ere long) in bravery : 
 
 The tender buddes, whom colde hath long kept in, 
 
 Will spring and sproute, as they do now begin. 
 
 But I (alas) within whose mourning minde, 
 The graffes of grief, are onely given to growe, 
 Cannot enjoy the spring which others finde, 
 But still my will, must wither all in woe : 
 The cold of care, so nippes my joyes at roote, 
 No sunne doth shine, that well can do them boote. 
 
 The lustie Ver, which whilome might exchange 
 My griefe to joy, and then my joyes encrease, 
 Springs now elsewhere, and showes to me but strange, 
 My winters woe, therefore can never cease : 
 In other coasts, his sunne full cleare doth shine, 
 And comforts lends to ev'ry mould but mine. 
 
 What plant can spring, that feeles no force of Ver ? 
 What floure can florish, where no sunne doth shine ? 
 These Bales (quod she) within my breast I beare, 
 To breake my barke, and make my pith to pine : 
 Needes must I fall, I fade both roote and rinde, 
 My braunches bowe at blast of ev'ry winde. 
 
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 This sayde: shee cast a glance and spied my face, 
 By sight whereof, Lord how she chaunged hew? 
 So that for shame, I turned backe apace 
 And to my home, my selfe in hast I drew : 
 And as I could hir wofull wordes reherse, 
 I set them downe in this waymenting verse. 
 
 Now Ladies you, that know by whom I sing, 
 And feele the winter, of such frozen wills : 
 Of curtesie, yet cause this noble spring, 
 To send his sunne, above the highest hilles : 
 And so to shyne, uppon hir fading sprayes, 
 Which now in woe, do wyther thus alwayes. 
 
 ■ Sprtsta tamen vivunt. 
 
 An absent Dame thus complayneth. 
 
 MUch like the seely Byrd, which close in Cage is pent, 
 So sing I now, not notes of joye, but layes of deep lament. 
 And as the hooded Hauke, which heares the Partrich spring, 
 Who though she feele hir self fast tied, yet beats her bating wing : 
 So strive I now to shewe, my feeble forward will, 
 Although I know my labour lost, to hop against the Hill. 
 The droppes of darke disdayne, did never drench my hart, 
 For well I know I am belov'd, if that might ease my smart. 
 Ne yet the privy coales, of glowing jellosie, 
 Could ever kindle needlesse feare, within my fantasie. 
 The rigor of repulse, doth not renew my playnt, 
 Nor choyce of change doth move my mone, nor force me 
 
 thus to faint. 
 Onely that pang of payne, which passeth all the rest, 
 And cankerlike doth fret the hart, within the giltlesse brest. 
 Which is if any bee, most like the panges of death, 
 That present grief now gripeth me, and strives to stop my breath. 
 When friendes in mind may meete, and hart in hart embrace, 
 And absent yet are faine to playne, for lacke of time and place : 
 Then may I compt their love, like seede that soone is sowen, 
 Yet lacking droppes of heavely dew, with weedes is overgrowe. 
 
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 The Greyhound is agreev'd, although he see his game, 
 If stil in slippe he must be stayde, when he would chase the same. 
 So fares it now by me, who know my selfe belov'd 
 Of one the best, in eche respedt, that ever yet was prov'd. 
 But since my lucklesse lot, forbids me now to taste, 
 The dulcet fruites of my delight, therfore in woes I wast. 
 And Swallow like I sing, as one enforced so, 
 Since others reape the gaineful crop, which I with pain did sow. 
 Yet you that marke my song, excuse my Swallowes voyce, 
 And beare with hir unpleasant tunes, which cannot wel rejoyce. 
 Had I or lucke in love, or lease of libertie, (would be. 
 
 Then should you heare some sweeter notes, so cleere my throte 
 But take it thus in gree, and marke my playnsong well, 
 No hart feeles so much hurt, as that, which doth in absence 
 dwell. 
 
 Sprata tamen v'tvunt. 
 
 D 1 
 
 In prayse of a 
 Countesse. 
 
 ■ Esire of Fame would force my feeble skill, 
 To prayse a Countesse by hir dew desert: 
 But dread of blame holds backe my forward will, 
 And quencht the coales which kindled in my hart. 
 Thus am I plongd twene dread and deepe desire, 
 To pay the dew which dutie doth require. 
 
 And when I call the mighty Gods in ayd 
 
 To further forth some fine invention : 
 
 My bashefull spirits be full ill afrayd 
 
 To purchase payne by my presumption. 
 
 Such malice reignes (sometimes) in heavenly minds, 
 
 To punish him that prayseth as he finds. 
 
 For Pallas first, whose filed flowing skill, 
 
 Should guyde my pen some pleasant words to write, 
 
 With angry mood hath fram'd a froward will, 
 
 To dashe devise as oft as I endite. 
 
 For why ? if once my Ladies gifts were knowne, 
 
 Pallas should loose the prayses of hir owne. 
 
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 And bloudy Mars by chaunge of his delight 
 Hath made "Joves daughter now mine enemie : 
 In whose conceipt my Countesse shines so bright, 
 That Venus pines for burning jelousie : 
 She may go home to Vulcane now agayne, 
 For Mars is sworne to be my Ladies swayne. 
 
 Of hir bright beames Dan Phoebus stands in dread, 
 
 And shames to shine within our Horizon : 
 
 Dame Cynthia holds in hir horned head, 
 
 For feare to loose by like comparison : 
 
 Lo thus shee lives, and laughes them all to skorne, 
 
 Countesse on earth, in heaven a Goddesse borne. 
 
 And I sometimes hir servaunt, now hir friend, 
 
 Whom heaven and earth for hir (thus) hate and blame : 
 
 Have yet presumde in friendly wise to spend, 
 
 This ragged verse, in honor of hir name; 
 
 A simple gift compared by the skill, 
 
 Yet what may seeme so deere as such good will. 
 
 Meritum petere, grave. 
 
 The Lover declareth his affe&ion, togither 
 with the cause thereof. 
 
 WHen first I thee beheld in colours black and white, 
 Thy face in forme wel framde w l favor blooming stil : 
 My burning brest in cares did choose his chief delight, 
 With pen to painte thy prayse, contrary to my skill: 
 Whose worthinesse compar'd with this my rude devise, 
 I blush and am abasht, this worke to enterprise. 
 
 But when I call to mind thy sundry gifts of grace, 
 Full fraught with maners meeke in happy quiet mind: 
 My hasty hand forthwith doth scribble on apace, 
 Least willing hart might thinke, it ment to come behind: 
 Thus do both hand and hart these carefull meetres use, 
 Twixt hope and trembling feare, my duetie to excuse. 
 
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HEARBES 
 
 Wherfore accept these lines, and banish darke disdayne, 
 
 Be sure they come from one that loveth thee in chief; 
 
 And guerdon me thy friend in like with love agayne, 
 
 So shalt thou well be sure to yeeld me such relief, 
 
 As onely may redresse my sorrowes and my smart : 
 
 For proofe whereof I pledge (deare Dame) to thee my hart. 
 
 Meritum petere, grave. 
 
 A Lady being both wronged by false suspedr., and also 
 
 wounded by the durance of hir husband, 
 
 doth thus bewray hir grief. 
 
 G 1 
 
 Ive me my Lute in bed now as I lie, 
 And lock the doores of mine unluckie bower: 
 So shall my voyce in mournefull verse discrie 
 The secrete smart which causeth me to lower: 
 Resound you walles an Eccho to my mone, 
 And thou cold bed wherein I lie alone, 
 Beare witnesse yet what rest thy Lady takes, 
 When other sleepe which may enjoy their makes. 
 
 In prime of youth when Cupide kindled fire, 
 And warmd my will with flames of fervent love: 
 To further forth the fruite of my desire, 
 My freends devisde this meane for my behove. 
 They made a match according to my mind, 
 And cast a snare my fansie for to blind: 
 Short tale to make: the deede was almost donne, 
 Before I knew which way the worke begonne. 
 
 And with this lot I did my selfe content, 
 
 I lent a liking to my parents choyse: 
 
 With hand and hart I gave my free consent, 
 
 And hung in hope for ever to rejoyce. 
 
 I liv'd and lov'd long time in greater joy, 
 
 Than shee which held king Priams sonne of Troy: 
 
 But three lewd lots have chang'd my heaven to hell 
 
 And those be these, give eare and marke them well. 
 
 First slaunder he, which alwayes beareth hate, 
 
 To happy harts in heavenly state that bide: 
 
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 Gan play his part to stirre up some debate, 
 Whereby suspeft into my choyse might glide. 
 And by his meanes the slime of false suspedt, 
 Did (as I feare) my dearest friend infe£t. 
 Thus by these twayn long was I plungd in paine, 
 Yet in good hope my hart did still remaine. 
 
 But now (aye me) the greatest grief of all, 
 (Sound loud my Lute, and tell it out my toong) 
 The hardest hap that ever might befall, 
 The onely cause wherfore this song is soong, 
 Is this alas: my love, my Lord, my Roy, 
 My chosen pheare, my gemme, and all my joye, 
 Is kept perforce out of my dayly sight, 
 Whereby I lacke the stay of my delight. 
 
 In loftie walles, in strong and stately towers, 
 
 (With troubled minde in solitary sorte,) 
 
 My lovely Lord doth spend his dayes and howers, 
 
 A weary life devoyde of all disport. 
 
 And I poore soule must lie here all alone, 
 
 To tyre my trueth, and wound my will with mone : 
 
 Such is my hap to shake my blooming time, 
 
 With winters blastes before it passe the prime. 
 
 Now have you heard the summe of all my grief, 
 Whereof to tell my hart (oh) rends in twayne : 
 Good Ladies yet lend you me some relief, 
 And beare a parte to ease me of my payne. 
 My sortes are such, that waying well my trueth, 
 They might provoke the craggy rocks to rueth, 
 And move these walles with teares for to lament, 
 The lothsome life wherein my youth is spent. 
 
 But thou my Lute, be still, now take thy rest, 
 Repose thy bones uppon this bed of dowrie: 
 Thou hast dischargd some burden from my brest, 
 Wherefore take thou my place, here lie thee downe. 
 And let me walke to tyre my restlesse minde, 
 Untill I may entreate some curteous winde 
 To blow these wordes unto my noble make, 
 That he may see I sorow for his sake. 
 Meritum peters, grave. 
 
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 A Riddle. 
 
 A Lady once did aske of me, 
 This preatie thing in privitie: 
 Good sir (quod she) faine would I crave, 
 One thing which you your selfe not have: 
 Nor never had yet in times past, 
 Nor never shall while life doth last. 
 And if you seeke to find it out, 
 You loose your labour out of doubt : 
 Yet if you love me as you say, 
 Then give it me, for sure you may. 
 
 Meritum petere, grave. 
 
 T'he shield of Love. &c. 
 
 Cscii d'amour, the shield of perfedt love, 
 The shield of love, the force of stedfast faith, 
 The force of faith which never will remove, 
 But standeth fast, to bide the brunts of death : 
 That trustie targe, hath long borne off the blowes, 
 And broke the thrusts, which absence at me throwes. 
 
 In dolefull dayes I lead an absent life, 
 And wound my will with many a weary thought: 
 I plead for peace, yet sterve in stormes of strife, 
 I find debate, where quiet rest was sought. 
 These panges with mo, unto my paine I prove, 
 Yet beare I all uppon my shield of love. 
 
 In colder cares are my conceipts consumd, 
 Than Dido felt when false /Eneas fled: 
 In farre more heat, than trusty Troylus fumde, 
 When craftie Cressyde dwelt with Diomed: 
 My hope such frost, my hot desire such flame, 
 That I both fryse, and smoulder in the same. 
 
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 So that I live, and die in one degree, 
 Healed by hope, and hurt againe with dread: 
 Fast bound by faith when fansie would be free, 
 Untied by trust, though thoughts enthrall my head: 
 Reviv'd by joyes, when hope doth most abound, 
 And yet with grief, in depth of dolors drownd. 
 
 In these assaultes I feele my feebled force 
 Begins to faint, thus weried still in woes: 
 And scarcely can my thus consumed corse, 
 Hold up this Buckler to beare of these blowes: 
 So that I crave, or presence for relief, 
 Or some supplie, to ease mine absent grief. 
 
 Lenvoie. 
 
 To you (deare Dame) this dolefull plaint I make, 
 Whose onely sight may soone redresse my smart: 
 Then shew your selfe, and for your servaunts sake, 
 Make hast post hast, to helpe a faithfull harte: 
 Mine owne poore shield hath me defended long, 
 Now lend me yours, for elles you do me wrong. 
 
 Meritum petere, grave. 
 
 Councell to Duglasse Dive written upon this occasion. She 
 
 had a booke wherein she had collected sundry good 
 
 ditties of divers mens doings, in whiche booke she 
 
 would needes entreate the au&hor to write 
 
 some verses. And thereupon he wrote 
 
 as followeth. 
 
 TO binde a bushe of thornes amongst sweete smelling floures, 
 May make the posie seeme the worse, and yet the fault 
 is ours : 
 For throw away the thorne, and marke what will ensew? 
 The posie then will shew it selfe, sweete, faire, and freshe of hew. 
 A puttocke set on pearch, fast by a falcons side, 
 Will quickly shew it selfe a kight, as time hath often tride. 
 
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 And in my musing minde, I feare to finde like fall, 
 As just reward to recompence my rash attempts withall. 
 Thou bidst, and I must bowe, thou wilt that I shall write, 
 Thou canst commaund my wery muse some verses to endite. 
 And yet perdie, thy booke is fraught with learned verse, 
 Such skill as in my musing minde I can none like reherse. 
 What followes then for me? but if I must needes write, 
 To set downe by the falcons side, my selfe a sillie kight. 
 And yet the sillie kight, well weyde in each degree, 
 May serve sometimes (as in his kinde) for mans commoditie. 
 The kight can weede the worme, from corne and costly seedes, 
 The kight ca kill the mowldiwarpe, in pleasant meads y 4 breeds : 
 Out of the stately streetes, the kight can dense the filth, 
 As me can clHse the worthlesse weedes, fro fruteful fallowed tilth. 
 And onely set aside the hennes poore progenie, 
 I cannot see who can accuse the kight for fellonie. 
 The falcon, she must feede on partritch, and on quayle, 
 On pigeon, plover, ducke & drake, hearne, lapwing, teale, & raile, 
 Hir hungrie throte devours both foode and deintie fare, 
 Whereby I take occasion, thus boldly to compare. 
 And as a sillie kight, (not falcon like that flie, 
 
 (a) The Hiu Nor yet presume to hover by mount Hellycon{a) on hie) 
 fcyoetSat'" I frendly yet presume, upon my frends request, 
 
 the Muses i n barreine verse to shew my skill, then take it for the best. 
 
 sleepe. J * , 
 
 And Douty Douglasse thou, that art of faulcons kinde, 
 Give willing eare yet to the kight, and beare his words in minde. 
 Serve thou first God thy Lord, and prayse him evermore, 
 Obey thy Prince and love thy make, by him set greatest store. 
 Thy Parents follow next, for honor and for awe, 
 Thy frends use alwaies faithfully, for so commands the lawe. 
 Thy seemely selfe at last, thou shake likewise regard, 
 And of thy selfe this lesson learne, and take it as reward: 
 That looke how farre deserts, may seeme in thee to shine, 
 So farre thou maist set out thy selfe, without empeach or crime. 
 For this I dare avow, without selfe love (alight) 
 It can scarce be that vertue dwell, in any earthly wight. 
 But if in such selfe love, thou seeme to wade so farre, 
 As fall to foule presumption, and judge thy selfe a starre, 
 exposition Beware betimes and thinke in our (a) Etymologie y 
 
 (b) Over-' Such faults are plainly called pryde, and in french (b)SurcUydrye, 
 
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HEARBES 
 
 Lo thus can I pore kight, adventure for to teach 
 
 The falcon flie, and yet forewarne, she row not past hir reach. 
 
 Thus can I weede the worme, which seeketh to devoure 
 
 The seeds of vertue, which might grow within thee every houre. 
 
 Thus can I kill the mowle, which else would overthrow 
 
 The good foundacion of thy fame, with every litle blowe. 
 
 And thus can I convey, out of thy comely brest, 
 
 The sluttish heapes of peevish pride, which might defile the rest. 
 
 Perchance some falcons flie, which will not greatly grutch, 
 
 To learne thee first to love thy selfe, and then to love to mutch, 
 
 But I am none of those, I list not so to range, 
 
 I have mas meate enough at home, what need I the seeke change. 
 
 I am no peacocke I : my feathers be not gay, 
 
 And though they were, I see my feete such fonde affedles to stay, 
 
 I list not set to sale a thing so litle worth, 
 
 I rather could kepe close my creast, than seeke to set it forth. 
 
 Wherefore if in this verse, which thou commandst to Howe, 
 
 Thou chaunce to fall on construing, whereby some doubtes 
 
 may grow, 
 Yet grant this onely boone, peruse it twice or thrice, 
 Disgest it well ere thou condemne the depth of my devise. 
 And use it like the nut, first cracke the outward shell, 
 Then trie the kirnell by the tast, and it may please thee well. 
 Do not as barbers do, which wash beards curiously, 
 Then cut them ofF, then cast them out, in open streetes to lie. 
 Remember therewithall, my muze is tied in chaines, 
 The goonshot of calamitie hath battred all my braynes. 
 And though this verse scape out, take thou thereat no marke, 
 It is but like a hedlesse flie, that tumbleth in the darke. 
 It was thine owne request, remember so it was, 
 Wherefore if thou dislike the same, then licence it to passe 
 Into my brest againe, from whence it flew in hast, 
 Full like a kight which not deserves by falcons to be plast: 
 And like a stubbed thorne, which may not seeme to serve, 
 To stad with such sweete smelling floures, like praises to deserve. 
 Yet take this harmelesse thorne, to picke thy teeth withall, 
 A tooth picke serves some use perdie, although it be but small. 
 And when thy teeth therewith, be piked faire and cleane, 
 Then bend thy tong no worse to me, than mine to thee hath bene. 
 Ever or Never. 
 
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 Councell given to master Bartholmew Withipoll a little 
 before his latter journey to Geane. 1572. 
 
 Mine owne good Bat, before thou hoyse up saile, 
 To make a furrowe in the foming seas, 
 Content thy selfe to heare for thine availe, 
 Such harmelesse words, as ought thee not displease. 
 First in thy journey, jape not over much, 
 What? laughest thou Batte, bicause I write so plaine? 
 Beleeve me now it is a friendly touch, 
 To use fewe words where friendship doth remaine. 
 And for I finde, that fault hath runne to fast, 
 Both in thy flesh, and fancie too sometime, 
 Me thinks plaine dealing biddeth me to cast 
 This bone at first amid my dogrell rime. 
 But shall I say, to give thee grave advise ? 
 (Which in my head is (God he knowes) full geazon) ? 
 Then marke me well, and though I be not wise, 
 Yet in my rime, thou maist perhaps find reason. 
 First every day, beseech thy God on knee, 
 So to direct thy staggring steppes alway, 
 That he which every secrete thought doth see 
 May holde thee in, when thou wouldst goe astray : 
 And that he deigne to sende thee safe retoure, 
 And quicke dispatche of that whiche is thy due : 
 Lette this (my Batte) be bothe thy prime and houre, 
 Wherin also commend to Nostre Dieu, 
 Thy good Companion and my verie frend, 
 To whom I shoulde (but time woulde not permitte) 
 Have taken paine some ragged ryme to sende 
 In trustie token, that I not forget 
 His curtesie : but this is debte to thee, 
 I promysde it, and now I meane to pay : 
 What was I saying? sirra, will you see 
 How soone my wittes were wandering astraye ? 
 I saye, praye thou for thee and for thy mate, 
 So shipmen sing, and though the note be playne, 
 Yet sure the musike is in heavenly state, 
 When frends sing so, and know not how to fayne. 
 
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 The nexte to GOD, thy Prince have still in mynde 
 
 Thy countreys honor, and the common wealth : 
 
 And flee from them, which fled with every wynde There are 
 
 From native soyle, to forraine coastes by stealth : themTeve'ry 
 
 Theyr traynes are trustlesse, tending still to treason, country. 
 
 Theyr smoothed tongues are lyned all with guyle, 
 
 Their power slender, scarsly woorthe two peason, 
 
 Their malice much, their wittes are full of wyle : 
 
 Eschue them then, and when thou seest them, say, 
 
 Da, da, sir K, I may not come at you, 
 
 You cast a snare your countrey to betraye, 
 
 And woulde you have me trust you now for true ? 
 
 Remembre Batte the foolish blink eyed boye 
 
 Which was at Rome, thou knowest whome I meane, AMisterie. 
 
 Remember eke the preatie beardlesse toye, 
 
 Whereby thou foundst a safe returne to Geane, 
 
 Doe so againe : (God shielde thou shouldst have neede,) 
 
 But rather so, than to forsweare thy selfe : 
 
 A loyall hearte, (beleeve this as thy Creede) 
 
 Is evermore more woorth than worldly pelfe. 
 
 And for one lesson, take this more of mee, 
 
 There are three Ps almost in every place, 
 
 From whiche I counsell thee alwayes to flee, 
 
 And take good hede of them in any case, 
 
 The first is poyson, perillous in deede 
 
 To such as travayle with a heavie pursse: 
 
 And thou my Batte beware, for thou hast neede, 
 
 Thy pursse is lynde with paper, which is wursse : 
 
 Thy billes of credite wil not they thinkst thou, 
 
 Be bayte to sette Italyan hands on woorke? 
 
 Yes by my faye, and never worse than nowe, 
 
 When every knave hath leysure for to lurke, 
 
 And knoweth thou commest for the shelles of Christe : 
 
 Beware therefore where ever that thou go, 
 
 It may fall out that thou shake be entiste 
 
 To suppe sometimes with a Magnifico, 
 
 And have a Fico foysted in thy dishe, 
 
 Bycause thou shouldest disgeste thy meate the better: 
 
 Beware therefore, and rather feede on fishe, 
 
 Than learne to spell fyne fleshe with such a Letter. 
 
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 Some may present thee with a pounde or twaine 
 Of Spanishe soape to washe thy lynnen white : 
 Beware therefore, and thynke it were small gayne, 
 To save thy shirte, and cast thy skinne off quite : 
 Some cunning man maye teache thee for to ryde, 
 And stuffe thy saddle all with Spanishe wooll, 
 Or in thy stirrops have a toye so tyde, 
 As both thy legges may swell thy buskins full : 
 Beware therfore, and beare a noble porte, 
 Drynke not for thyrste before an other taste : 
 Lette none outlandishe Taylour take disporte 
 To stuffe thy doublet full of such Bumbaste, 
 As it may cast thee in unkindely sweate, 
 And cause thy haire per companie to glyde, 
 Straungers are fyne in many a propre feate: 
 Beware therefore : the seconde P. is Pryde, 
 More perillous than was the first by farre, 
 For that infefts but bloud and leaves the bones, 
 This poysons all, and mindes of men doth marre, 
 It findeth nookes to creepe in for the nones : 
 First from the minde it makes the heart to swell, 
 From thence the flesh is pampred every parte, 
 The skinne is taught in Dyers shoppes to dwell, 
 The haire is curlde or frisled up by arte : 
 Beleeve mee Batte, our Countreymen of late 
 Have caughte such knackes abroade in forayne lande, 
 That most men call them Devils incarnate, 
 So singular in theyr conceites they stande: 
 Nowe sir, if I shall see your maistershippe 
 Come home disguysde and cladde in queynt araye, 
 As with a piketoothe byting on your lippe, 
 Your brave Mustachyos turnde the Turky waye, 
 A Coptanckt hatte made on a Flemmish blocke, 
 A nightgowne cloake downe trayling to your toes, 
 A slender sloppe close couched to your docke, 
 A curtold slipper, and a shorte silke hose : 
 Bearing your Rapier pointe above the hike, 
 And looking bigge like Marquise of all Beefe, 
 Then shall I coumpte your toyle and travayle spilte, 
 Bycause my seconde P, with you is cheefe. 
 
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 But forwardes nowe, although I stayde a while, 
 
 My hindmost P, is worsse than bothe these two, 
 
 For it both bones and bodie doth defile, 
 
 With fouler blots than bothe those other doo. 
 
 Shorte tale to make, this P, can beare no blockes, 
 
 (God shielde me Batte, should beare it in his breast) 
 
 And with a dashe it spelleth piles and pockes 
 
 A perlous P, and woorsse than bothe the reste : 
 
 Now though I finde no cause for to suspedt 
 
 My Batte in this, bycause he hath bene tryde, 
 
 Yet since such Spanish buttons can infeft 
 
 Kings, Emperours, Princes and the world so wide, 
 
 And since those sunnes do mellowe men so fast 
 
 As most that travayle come home very ripe 
 
 Although (by sweate) they learne to live and last 
 
 When they have daunced after Guydoes pype : 
 
 Therfore 1 thought it meete to warne my frende 
 
 Of this foule P, and so an ende of Ps. 
 
 Now for thy diet marke my tale to ende, 
 
 And thanke me then, for that is all my fees. 
 
 See thou exceede not in three double Us, 
 
 The first is Wine, which may enflame thy bloud, 
 
 The second Women, such as haunte the stewes, 
 
 The thirde is Wilfulnesse, which dooth no good. 
 
 These three eschue, or temper them alwayes: 
 
 So shall my Batte prolong his youthfull yeeres, 
 
 And see long George againe, with happie dayes, 
 
 Who if he bee as faithfull to his feeres, 
 
 As hee was wonte, will dayly pray for Batte, 
 
 And for (a) Pencoyde : and if it fall out so, (?) sir wii- 
 
 That James a Parrye doo but make good that, on?enc°yle! 
 
 Which he hath sayde : and if he bee (no, no) 
 
 The best companion that long George can finde, 
 
 Then at the Spawe I promise for to bee 
 
 In Auguste nexte, if God turne not my minde, 
 
 Where as I would bee glad thy selfe to see : 
 
 Till then farewell, and thus I ende my song, 
 
 Take it in gree, for else thou doest mee wrong. 
 
 Hand i£ius sapio. 
 
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 Gascoignes woodmanship written to the L. Grey of Wilton 
 upon this occasion, the sayd L. Grey delighting (amongst 
 many other good qualities) in chusing of his winter deare, 
 & killing the same with his bowe, did furnishe the Audlhor 
 with a crossebowe cum fertinenciis and vouchsaved to use his 
 company in the said* exercise, calling him one of his wood- 
 men. Now the Aiicthor shooting very often, could never 
 hitte any deare, yea and oftentimes he let the heard passe 
 by as though he had not seene the. Whereat when this 
 noble Lord tooke some pastime, and had often put him in 
 remembrance of his good skill in choosing, and readinesse 
 in killing of a winter deare, he thought good thus to 
 excuse it in verse. 
 
 MY woorthy Lord, I pray you wonder not, 
 To see your woodman shoote so ofte awrie, 
 Nor that he stands amased like a sot, 
 And lets the harmlesse deare (unhurt) go by. 
 Or if he strike a Doe which is but carren, 
 Laugh not good Lord, but favoure such a fault, 
 Take will in worth, he would faine hit the barren, 
 But though his harte be good, his happe is naught : 
 And therefore now I crave your Lordships leave, 
 To tell you plaine what is the cause of this : 
 First if it please your honour to perceyve, 
 What makes your woodman shoote so ofte amisse, 
 Beleeve me L. the case is nothing strange, 
 He shootes awrie almost at every marke, 
 His eyes have bene so used for to raunge, 
 That now God knowes they be both dimme and darke. 
 For proofe he beares the note of follie now, 
 Who shotte sometimes to hit Philosophie, 
 And aske you why ? forsooth I make avow, 
 Bicause his wanton wittes went all awrie. 
 Next that, he shot to be a man of lawe, 
 And spent sometime with learned Lk/eton, 
 Yet in the end, he proved but a dawe, 
 For lawe was darke and he had quickly done. 
 
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 Then could he with Fitxharbert such a braine, 
 
 As Tully had, to write the lawe by arte, 
 
 So that with pleasure, or with litle paine, 
 
 He might perhaps, have caught a trewants parte. 
 
 But all to late, he most mislikte the thing, 
 
 Which most might helpe to guide his arrow streight : 
 
 He winked wrong, and so let slippe the string, 
 
 Which cast him wide, for all his queint conceit. 
 
 From thence he shotte to catch a courtly grace, 
 
 And thought even there to wield the world at will, 
 
 But out alas he much mistooke the place, 
 
 And shot awrie at every rover still. 
 
 The biasing baits which drawe the gazing eye, 
 
 Unfethered there his first affe&ion, 
 
 No wonder then although he shot awrie, 
 
 Wanting the feathers of discretion. 
 
 Yet more than them, the marks of dignitie, 
 
 He much mistooke and shot the wronger way, 
 
 Thinking the purse of prodigalitie, 
 
 Had bene best meane to purchase such a pray. 
 
 He thought the flattring face which fleareth still, 
 
 Had bene full fraught with all fidelitie, 
 
 And that such wordes as courtiers use at will, 
 
 Could not have varied from the veritie. 
 
 But when his bonet buttened with gold, 
 
 His comelie cape begarded all with gay, 
 
 His bumbast hose, with linings manifold, 
 
 His knit silke stocks and all his queint aray, 
 
 Had pickt his purse of all the Peter pence, 
 
 Which might have paide for his promotion, 
 
 Then (all to late) he found that light expence, 
 
 Had quite quencht out the courts devotion. 
 
 So that since then the tast of miserie, 
 
 Hath bene alwayes full bitter in his bit, 
 
 And why ? forsooth bicause he shot awrie, 
 
 Mistaking still the markes which others hit. 
 
 But now behold what marke the man doth find, 
 
 He shootes to be a souldier in his age, 
 
 Mistrusting all the vertues of the minde, 
 
 He trusts the power of his personage. 
 
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 As though long limmes led by a lusty hart, 
 Might yet suffice to make him rich againe, 
 But Flushyng fraies have taught him such a parte, 
 That now he thinks the warres yeeld no such gaine. 
 And sure I feare, unlesse your lordship deigne, 
 To traine him yet into some better trade, 
 It will be long before he hit the veine, 
 Whereby he may a richer man be made. 
 He cannot climbe as other catchers can. 
 To leade a charge before himselfe be led, 
 He cannot spoile the simple sakeles man, 
 Which is content to feede him with his bread. 
 He cannot pinch the painefull souldiers pay, 
 And sheare him out his share in ragged sheetes, 
 He cannot stoupe to take a greedy pray 
 Upon his fellowes groveling in the streetes. 
 He cannot pull the spoyle from such as pill, 
 And seeme full angrie at such foule offence, 
 Although the gayne content his greedie will, 
 Under the cloake of contrarie pretence : 
 And now adayes, the man that shootes not so, 
 May shoote amisse, even as your Woodman dothe: 
 But then you marvell why I lette them go, 
 And never shoote, but saye farewell forsooth : 
 Alas my Lord, while I doe muze hereon, 
 And call to minde my youthfull yeares myspente, 
 They give mee suche a boane to gnawe upon, 
 That all my senses are in silence pente. 
 My minde is rapte in contemplation, 
 Wherein my dazeled eyes onely beholde, 
 The blacke houre of my constellation, 
 Which framed mee so lucklesse on the molde : 
 Yet therewithall I can not but confesse, 
 That vayne presumption makes my heart to swell, 
 For thus I thinke, not all the worlde (I guesse,) 
 (a) better Shootes (a) bet than I, nay some shootes not so well. 
 In Aristotle somewhat did I learne, 
 To guyde my manners all by comelynesse, 
 And Tullie taught me somewhat to discerne 
 Betweene sweete speeche and barbarous rudenesse. 
 
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 Olde Pariyns, Rastall, and Dan Brafiens bookes, 
 
 Did lende mee somewhat of the lawlesse Lawe, 
 
 The craftie Courtiers with their guylefull lookes, 
 
 Must needes put some experience in my mawe : 
 
 Yet can not these with many maystries mo, 
 
 Make me shoote streyght at any gaynfull pricke, 
 
 Where some that never handled such a bow, 
 
 Can hit the white, or touch it neare the quicke, 
 
 Who can nor speake, nor write in pleasant wise, 
 
 Nor leade their life by Arhtotles rule, 
 
 Nor argue well on questions that arise, 
 
 Nor pleade a case more than my Lord Mairs mule, 
 
 Yet can they hit the marks that I do misse, 
 
 And winne the meane which may the man mainteyne. 
 
 Now when my minde doth mumble upon this, 
 
 No wonder then although I pine for payne : 
 
 And whiles mine eyes beholde this mirrour thus, 
 
 The hearde goeth by, and farewell gentle does : 
 
 So that your Lordship quickely may discusse 
 
 What blindes mine eyes so ofte (as I suppose.) 
 
 But since my Muse can to my Lorde reherse 
 
 What makes me misse, and why I doe not shoote, 
 
 Let me imagine in this woorthlesse verse, 
 
 If right before mee, at my standings foote 
 
 There stoode a Doe, and I should strike hir deade, 
 
 And then shee prove a carrian carkas too, 
 
 What figure might I finde within my head, 
 
 To scuse the rage whiche rulde mee so to doo ? 
 
 Some myght interprete by playne paraphrase, 
 
 That lacke of skill or fortune ledde the chaunce, 
 
 But I must otherwise expounde the case, 
 
 I say Jehova did this Doe advaunce, 
 
 And made hir bolde to stande before mee so, 
 
 Till I had thrust mine arrowe to hir harte, 
 
 That by the sodaine of hir overthrowe, 
 
 I myght endevour to amende my parte, 
 
 And turne myne eyes that they no more beholde, 
 
 Such guylefull markes as seeme more than they be : 
 
 And though they glister outwardely like golde, 
 
 Are inwardly but brasse, as men may see : 
 
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 And when I see the milke hang in hir teate, 
 Me thinkes it sayth, olde babe now learne to sucke, 
 Who in thy youth couldst never learne the feate 
 To hitte the whytes whiche live with all good lucke. 
 Thus have I tolde my Lorde, (God graunt in season) 
 A tedious tale in rime, but little reason. 
 Haud iffus sapio. 
 
 Gascoignes gardnings, whereof were written in one end of 
 
 a close walke whiche he hath in his Garden, this 
 
 discourse following. 
 
 THe figure of this world I can compare, 
 To Garden plots, and such like pleasaunt places, 
 The world breedes men of sundry shape and share, 
 As hearbes in gardens, grow of sundry graces : 
 Some good, some bad, some amiable faces, 
 Some foule, some gentle, some of froward mind, 
 Subjedt like bloome, to blast of every wind. 
 
 And as you see the floures most fresh of hew, 
 That they prove not alwayes the holesomest, 
 So fayrest men are not alwayes found true : 
 But even as withred weedes fall from the rest, 
 So flatterers fall naked from their neast: 
 When truth hath tried, their painting tising tale, 
 They loose their glosse, and all their jests seeme stale. 
 
 Yet some do present pleasure most esteeme, 
 Till beames of braverie wither all their welth, 
 And some agayne there be can rightly deeme, 
 Those herbes for best, which may mainteine their helth. 
 Considering well, that age drawes on by stelth, 
 And when the fayrest floure is shronke and gone, 
 A well growne roote, will stand and shifte for one. 
 
 Then thus the restlesse life which men here leade, 
 May be resembled to the tender plant, 
 In spring it sprouts, as babes in cradle breede, 
 Florish in May, like youthes that wisdome want, 
 In Autumne ripes and rootes, least store waxe skante 
 In winter shrinks and shrowdes from every blast, 
 Like crooked age when lusty youth is past. 
 
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 And as the grounde or grace whereon it grewe, 
 Was fatte or leane, even so by it appeares, 
 If barreyn soyle, why then it chaungeth hewe, 
 It fadeth faste^ it flits to fumbling yeares, 
 But if he gathered roote amongst his feeres, 
 And light on lande that was well muckte in deede, 
 Then standes it still, or leaves increase of seede. 
 
 As for the reste, fall sundrie wayes (God wot) 
 Some faynt lyke froathe at every little puffe, 
 Some smarte by swoorde, like hearbes that serve the pot, 
 And some be weeded from the finer stufFe, 
 Some stande by proppes to maynteyne all their ruffe : 
 And thus (under corre&ion bee it tolde) 
 Hath Gascoigne gathered in his Garden molde. 
 
 Haud iilus sapio. 
 
 In that other ende of his sayde close walke, 
 were written these toyes in ryme. 
 
 IF any floure that here is growne, 
 Or any hearbe may ease your payne, 
 Take and accompte it as your owne, 
 But recompence the lyke agayne : 
 For some and some is honest playe, 
 And so my wyfe taughte me to saye. 
 
 If here to walke you take delight, 
 Why come, and welcome when you will : 
 If I bidde you suppe here this night, 
 Bidde me an other time, and still 
 Thinke some and some is honest playe, 
 For so my wife taught me to saye. 
 
 Thus if you suppe or dine with mee, 
 
 If you walke here, or sitte at ease, 
 
 If you desire the thing you see, 
 
 And have the same your minde to please, 
 
 Thinke some and some is honest playe, 
 
 And so my wife taught me to saye. 
 
 Haud ittus sapio. 
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 In a chayre in the same Garden was written 
 this followyng. 
 
 IF thou sitte here to viewe this pleasant garden place 
 Think thus : at last will come a frost, & all these 
 floures deface : 
 But if thou sitte at ease to rest thy wearie bones, 
 Remember death brings finall rest to all oure greevous grones. 
 So whether for delight, or here thou sitte for ease, 
 Thinke still upon the latter day, so shalt thou God best please. 
 
 Haud iflus sapio. 
 
 Upon a stone in the wall of his Garden he had written the 
 
 yeare wherein he did the coste of these devises, 
 
 and therewithall this posie in Latine. 
 
 Quoniam etiam humiliatos, amoena delectant. 
 
 (a) best 
 beloved 
 
 Gascoignes voyage into Hollands. An. 1^72. written to the 
 right honourable the Lorde Grey of Wilton. 
 
 AStraunge conceyte, a vayne of newe delight, 
 Twixt weale and woe, twixte joy and bitter griefe, 
 Hath pricked foorth my hastie penne to write 
 This woorthlesse verse in hazarde of repreefe : 
 And to mine (a) Alderlievest Lorde I must endite 
 A wofull case, a chippe of sorie chaunce, 
 A tipe of heaven, a lively hew of hell, 
 A feare to fall, a hope of high advance, 
 A life, a death, a drearie tale to tell. 
 But since I know the pith of my pastaunce 
 Shall most consist in telling of a truth, 
 (b) in good Vouchsafe my Lord (b)(en ban gri) for to take 
 This trustie tale the storie of my youth, 
 This Chronicle which of my selfe I make, 
 To shew my Lord what healplesse happe ensewth, 
 
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 When heddy youth will gad without a guide, 
 
 And raunge untide in leas of libertie, 
 
 Or when bare neede a starting hole hath spide 
 
 To peepe abroade from mother Miserie, 
 
 And buildeth Castels in the Welkin wide, 
 
 In hope thereby to dwell with wealth and ease. 
 
 But he the Lord (whome my good Lord doth know) 
 
 Can bind or lose, as best to him shall please, 
 
 Can save or spill, rayse up or overthrowe, 
 
 Can gauld with griefe, and yet the payne appease. 
 
 Which thing to prove if so my L. take time, 
 
 (When greater cares his head shall not possesse) 
 
 To sitte and reade this raunging ragged rime, 
 
 I doubt not then but that he will confesse, 
 
 What falles I found when last I leapt to clime. 
 
 In March it was, that cannot I forget, 
 
 In this last March upon the nintenth day, 
 
 When from Gravesend in boate I gan to jette 
 
 To boorde our shippe in Quinborough that lay, 
 
 From whence the very twentith day we set 
 
 Our sayles abrode to slice the Salt sea fome, 
 
 And ancors weyde gan trust the trustlesse floud : 
 
 That day and night amid the waves we rome 
 
 To seeke the coast of Holland where it stoode. 
 
 And on the next when we were farre from home, 
 
 And neare the haven whereto we sought to sayle, 
 
 A fearly chaunce : (whereon alone to thinke 
 
 My hande now quakes, and all my senses fayle) 
 
 Gan us befall : the Pylot gan to shrinke, 
 
 And all agaste his courage seemde to quayle. 
 
 Whereat amazed, the Maister and his mate 
 
 Gan aske the cause of his so sodeyne chaunge, 
 
 And from alofte the Stewarde of our state, 
 
 (The sounding plumbe) in haste poste hast must raunge, 
 
 To trye the depth and goodnesse of our gate. 
 
 Mee thinkes (even yet) I heare his heavie voyce, 
 
 («)Fadome three, foure, foote more, foote lesse, that cride: ^haif"" 
 
 Mee thinkes I heare the fearefull whispring noyse, three ho'. 
 
 Of such as sayde full softely (me beside) 
 
 God graunte this journey cause us to rejoyce, 
 
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 When I poore soule, which close in caban laye, 
 
 And there had reacht till gaule was welneare burst, 
 
 With giddie head, my stumbling steppes must stay 
 
 To looke abroade as boldly as I durst. 
 
 And whyles I hearken what the Saylers saye, 
 
 The sownder sings, fadame two full no more. 
 
 Aloofe, aloofe, then cried the Maister out, 
 
 The Stearesmate strives to sende us from the shore, 
 
 And trustes the streame, whereof wee earst had doubt, 
 
 Tweene two extreeme thus were we tossed sore, 
 
 (b) when all And went to (b) Hull, untill we leyzure had 
 taksdowne. To talke at large, and eke to know the cause 
 
 What moode had made our Pylot looke so sad. 
 At last the Dutche with butterbitten jawes, 
 (For so he was a Dutche, a Devill, a swadde, 
 A foole, a drunkarde, or a traytour tone) 
 
 (c) You be Gan aunswere thus : (c ) Ghy zijt te vroegh here come, 
 (d) s °ith not 00 1~ ts n * et S oet tl P an ^ standing all alone, 
 
 good tide, Gan preache to us, which fooles were all and some 
 To trust him foole, in whom there skill was none. 
 Or what knew wee if Albaes subtill brayne 
 (So to prevent our enterpryse by treazon) 
 Had him subornde to tice us to this trayne 
 And so him selfe {per Companye and seazon) 
 For spite, for hate, or else for hope of gayne. 
 (e) the This must we thinke that (e) Alba would not spare 
 Duke. To gi ve ou t gold for such a sinfull deede : 
 And glistring gold can oftentimes ensnare, 
 More perfedt wits than Holland soyle doth breede. 
 But let that passe, and let us now compare 
 Our owne fond fadt with this his foule offence. 
 We knew him not, nor where he wond that time, 
 Nor if he had Pylots experience, 
 Or Pylats crafte, to cleare him selfe from crime. 
 Yea more than that (how voyde were we of sense) 
 We had small smacke of any tale he tolde, 
 He powrde out Dutch to drowne us all in drinke, 
 And we (wise men) uppon his words were bolde, 
 To runne on head: but let me now bethinke 
 The masters speech : and let me so unfold 
 
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 The depth of all this foolish oversight. 
 
 The master spake even like a skilfull man, 
 
 And sayde I sayle the Seas both day and night, 
 
 I know the tides as well as other can, 
 
 From pole to pole I can the courses plight : 
 
 I know France, Spaine, Greece, Denmarke, Dausk & all, 
 
 Frize, Flaunders, Holland, every coast I know, 
 
 But truth to tell, it seldome doth befall, 
 
 That English merchants ever bend their bowe 
 
 To shoote at Breyll, where now our flight should fall, 
 
 They send their shafts farder for greater gayne. 
 
 So that this haven is yet (quoth he) («) unkouth, (a)un- 
 
 And God graunt now that England may attayne h « > 
 
 Such gaines by Breyll, (a gospell on that mouth) 
 
 As is desired : thus spake the master playne. 
 
 And since (saide he) my selfe knew not the sowne, 
 
 How could I well a better Pylot fynde, 
 
 Than this (which first) did saye he dwelt in towne, 
 
 And knew the way where ever sat the wynde ? 
 
 While we thus talke, all sayles are taken downe, 
 
 And we to Hull (as earst I sayd) gan wend, 
 
 Till full two houres and somewhat more were past. 
 
 Our guyde then spake in Dutch and bad us bend 
 
 AH sayles againe : for now quod he (at last) 
 
 (a) Die tip is goet, dat heb ick weell bekend. 'SUihLf 00 * 
 
 Why staye I long to ende a wofull tale ? know i well 
 
 We trust his Dutch, and up the foresayle goes, 
 
 We fall on knees amyd the happy gale, 
 
 (Which by Gods will full kynd and calmely blowes) 
 
 And unto him we there unfolde our bale, 
 
 Whereon to thinke I wryte and weepe for joye, 
 
 That pleasant song the hundreth and seventh Psalme, 
 
 There dyd we reade to comfort our annoye, 
 
 Which to my soule (me thought) was sweete as balme, 
 
 Yea farre more sweete than any worldly toye. 
 
 And when he had with prayers praysd the Lord, 
 
 Our (b) Edell Bloetts, gan fall to eate and drinke, ( aiiite' y 
 
 And for their sauce, at takyng up the borde 
 
 The shippe so strake (as all we thought to sinke) 
 
 Against the ground. Then all with one accorde 
 
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 We fell againe on knees to pray apace, 
 
 And therewithall even at the second blowe, 
 
 (The number cannot from my minde outpace) 
 
 Our helme strake of, and we must fleete and flowe, 
 
 Where winde and waves would guide us by their grace. 
 
 The winde waxt calme as I have sayde before, 
 
 (O mightie God so didst thou swage our woes) 
 
 The selly shippe was sowst and smitten sore, 
 
 With counter buffetts, blowes and double blowes. 
 
 At last the keele which might endure no more, 
 
 Gan rende in twayne and suckt the water in : 
 
 Then might you see pale lookes and wofull cheare, 
 
 Then might you heare loude cries and deadly dinne : 
 
 Well noble minds in perils best appeare, 
 
 And boldest harts in bale will never blinne. 
 
 For there were some (of whome I will not say 
 
 That I was one) which never changed hew, 
 
 But pumpt apace, and labord every way 
 
 To save themselves, and all their lovely crew, . 
 
 Which cast the best fraight overboorde away, 
 
 Both come and cloth, and all that was of weight. 
 
 Which halde and pulde at every helping corde, 
 
 Which prayed to God and made their conscience streight. 
 
 As for my self: I here protest my Lorde, 
 
 My words were these : O God in heaven on height, 
 
 Behold me not as now a wicked wight, 
 
 A sacke of sinne, a wretch ywrapt in wroth, 
 
 Let no fault past (O Lord) offende thy sight, 
 
 But weye my will which now those faults doth lothe, 
 
 And of thy mercy pittie this our plight. 
 
 Even thou good God which of thy grace didst saye 
 
 That for one good, thou wouldst all Sodome save, 
 
 Behold us all : thy shyning beames displaye, 
 
 Some here (I trust) thy goodnesse shall engrave, 
 
 To be chast vessels unto thee alwaye, 
 
 And so to live in honour of thy name : 
 
 Beleve me Lord, thus to the Lord I sayde. 
 
 But there were some (alas the more their blame) 
 
 Which in the pumpe their onely comfort layde, 
 
 And trusted that to turne our griefe to game. 
 
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 Alas (quod I) our pumpe good God must be, 
 
 Our sayle, our sterne, our tackling, and our trust. 
 
 Some other cried to cleare the shipboate free, 
 
 To save the chiefe and leave the rest in dust. 
 
 Which word once spoke (a wondrous thing to see) 
 
 All hast post hast, was made to have it done : 
 
 And up it commes in hast much more than speede. 
 
 There did I see a wofull worke begonne, 
 
 Which now (even now) doth make my hart to bleede. 
 
 Some made such hast that in the boate they wonne, 
 
 Before it was above the' hatches brought. 
 
 Straunge tale to tell, what hast some men shall make 
 
 To find their death before the same be sought. 
 
 Some twixt the boate and shippe their bane do take, 
 
 Both drownd and slayne with braynes for hast crusht out. 
 
 At last the boat halfe fraighted in the aire 
 
 Is hoyst alofte, and on the seas downe set, 
 
 When I that yet in God could not dispaire,. 
 
 Still plide the pumpe, and patiently did let 
 
 All such take boate as thither made repaire. 
 
 And herewithall I safely may protest 
 
 I might have wonne the boate as wel as one, 
 
 And had that seemed a safetie for the rest 
 
 I should percase even with the first have gone. 
 
 But when I saw the boate was over prest 
 
 And pestred full with moe than it might beare, 
 
 And therwithall with cherefull looke might see 
 
 My chiefe companions whome I held most deare Yorkeand 
 
 (Whose companie had thither trained me) 
 
 Abiding still aboorde our shippe yfeare : 
 
 Nay then (quoth I) good God thy will be done, 
 
 For with my feeres I will both live and dye. 
 
 And eare the boate farre from our sight was gon 
 
 The wave so wrought, that they (which thought to flee 
 
 And so to scape) with waves were overronne. 
 
 Lo how he strives in vaine that strives with God 
 
 For there we lost the flowre of the band, 
 
 And of our crew full twentie soules and odde, 
 
 The Sea sucks up, whils we on hatches stand 
 
 In smarting feare to feele that selfe same rodde. 
 
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 Well on (as yet) our battred barke did passe, 
 And brought the rest within a myle of lande, 
 Then thought I sure now neede not I to passe, 
 For I can swymme and so escape this sande. 
 Thus dyd I deeme all carelesse like an Asse, 
 When sodaynely the wynde our foresayle tooke, 
 And turnd about and brought us eft to Seas. 
 Then cryed we all, cast out the ancor hooke, 
 And here let byde such helpe as god may please : 
 Which ancor cast, we soone the same forsooke, 
 And cut it off, for feare least thereupon 
 Our shippe should bowge, then callde we fast for fire, 
 And so dischargde our great gunnes everychone, 
 To warne the towne thereby of our desire : 
 But all in vayne, for succor sent they none. 
 At last a Hoy from Sea came flinging fast, 
 And towards us helde course as streight as lyne. 
 Then might you see our hands to heaven up cast 
 To render thanks unto the power devine, 
 That so vouchsafte to save us yet at last : 
 But when this Hoy gan (welneere) boorde our barke, 
 And might perceive what peryll we were in, 
 (a) care It turnd a way and left us still in (a) carke, 
 This tale is true (for now to lie were sin) 
 It lefte us there in dreade and daungers darke. 
 It lefte us so, and that within the sight 
 And hearing both of all the peare at Breyll. 
 Now ply thee pen, and paint the foule despite 
 Of drunken Dutchmen standing there even still, 
 For whom we came in their cause for to fight, 
 For whom we came their state for to defende, 
 For whom we came as friends to grieve their foes, 
 They now disdaynd (in this distresse) to lend 
 One helping boate for to asswage our woes : 
 They sawe our harmes the which they would not mend, 
 And had not bene that God even then did rayse 
 Some instruments to succor us at neede, 
 We had bene sunk and swallowed all in Seas. 
 But Gods will was (in way of our good speede) 
 That on the peare (lamenting our mysease) 
 
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 Some englishe were, whose naked swordes did force 
 
 The drunken dutch, the cankred churles to come, 
 
 And so at last (not moved by remorce, 
 
 But forst by feare) they sent us succor some : 
 
 Some must I say : and for to tell the course, 
 
 They sent us succor saust with sowre despite, 
 
 They saved our lives and spoylde us of the rest, 
 
 They stale our goods by day and eke by night, 
 
 They shewed the worst and closely kept the best. 
 
 And in this time (this treason must I wryte) 
 
 Our Pylot fled, but how ? not emptie handed : 
 
 He fled from us, and with him did conveye 
 
 A Hoy full fraught (whiles we meane while were landed) 
 
 With pouder, shotte, and all our best araye : 
 
 This skill he had, for all he set us sanded. 
 
 And now my Lord, declare your noble mynde, 
 
 Was this a Pylot, or a Pilate judge? 
 
 Or rather was he not of Judas kynde : 
 
 Which left us thus and close away could trudge ? 
 
 Well, at the Bryell to tell you what we finde, 
 
 The Governour was all bedewed with drinke, 
 
 His truls and he were all layde downe to sleepe, 
 
 And we must shift, and of our selves must thinke 
 
 What meane was best, and how we best might keepe 
 
 That yet remaynd : the rest was close in clinke. 
 
 Well, on our knees with trickling teares of joye, 
 
 We gave God thanks : and as we might, did learne 
 
 What might be founde in. every (a) pynke and hoye. (=>) a Small 
 
 And thus my Lord, your honour may descerne 
 
 Our perils past, and how in our anoye 
 
 God saved me (your Lordshippes bound for ever) 
 
 Who else should not be able now to tell, 
 
 The state wherein this countrey doth persever, 
 
 Ne how they seeme in carelesse mindes to dwell. 
 
 (So did they earst and so they will do ever) 
 
 And to my Lord for to bewray my minde 
 
 Me thinkes they be a race of Bulbeefe borne, 
 
 Whose hartes their Butter mollyfieth by kinde, 
 
 And so the force of beefe is cleane outworne : 
 
 And eke their braines with double beere are lynde : 
 
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 So that they march bumbast with buttred beere, 
 
 Like soppes of browesse puffed up with froth, 
 
 Where inwardely they be but hollowe geere, 
 
 As weake as winde, which with one puffe up goeth : 
 
 And yet they bragge, and thinke they have no peere, 
 
 Bicause Harlem hath hitherto helde out, 
 
 Although in deed (as they have suffred Spayne) 
 
 The ende thereof even now doth rest in doubt. 
 
 Well, as for that, let it (for me) remaine 
 
 In God his hands, whose hand hath brought me out, 
 
 To tell my Lord this tale nowe tane in hande, 
 
 As howe they traine their trezons all in drinke, 
 
 And when them selves for drunk can scarcely stande, 
 
 Yet sucke out secretes (as them selves do thinke) 
 
 From guests. The best (almost) in all their lande, 
 
 (I name no man, for that were brode before) 
 
 Will (as men say) enure the same sometime, 
 
 But surely this (or I mistake him sore) 
 
 Or else he can (but let it passe in rime) 
 
 Dissemble deepe, and mocke sometimes the more : 
 
 Well, drunkennesse is here good companie, 
 
 And therewithall per consequent it falles 
 
 That whordome is accompted jollitie : 
 
 A gentle state, where two suche Tenisballes 
 
 Are tossed still and better bowles let lie. 
 
 I cannot herewith from my Lord conceale, 
 
 How God and Mammon here do dwell yfeare, 
 
 And how the Masse is cloked under veale 
 
 Of pollicie, till all the coast be cleare. 
 
 Ne can I chuse, but I must ring a peale, 
 
 To tell what hypocrytes the Nunnes here be : 
 
 And how the olde Nunnes be content to go, 
 
 Before a man in streates like mother B, 
 
 Untill they come wheras there dwels a Ho, 
 
 (Re:ceyve that halfe, and let the rest go free) 
 
 There can they poynt with finger as they passe, 
 
 Yea sir, sometimes they can come in themselfe, 
 
 To strike the bergaine tweene a wanton lasse, 
 
 And Edel hloets : nowe is not this good pelfe \ 
 
 As for the yong Nunnes, they be bright as glasse, 
 
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 And chaste forsooth, met v : and anders niet : 
 
 What sayde I ? what ? that is a misterie, 
 
 I may no verse of such a theame endite, 
 
 Yong Rowlande Yorke may tell it bet than I : 
 
 Yet to my Lorde this little will I write, 
 
 That though I have (my selfe) no skill at all, 
 
 To take the countnance of a Colonel, 
 
 Had I a good Lieutenant general, 
 
 As good John Zuche wherever that he dwel, 
 
 Or else Ned Dennye (faire mought him befal) 
 
 I coulde have brought a noble regiment 
 
 Of smugslcinnde Nunnes into my countrey soyle : 
 
 But farewell they as things impertinent, 
 
 Let them (for me) go dwell with master Moyle, 
 
 Who hath behight to place them well in Kent. 
 
 And I shall well my sillie selfe content, 
 
 To come alone unto my lovely Lorde, 
 
 And unto him (when riming sporte is spent) 
 
 To tel some sadde and reasonable worde, 
 
 Of Hollandes state, the which I will present, 
 
 In Cartes, in Mappes, and eke in Models made, 
 
 If God of heaven my purpose not prevent. 
 
 And in meane while although my wits do wade 
 
 In ranging rime, and fling some follie foorth, 
 
 I trust my Lorde will take it well in woorth. 
 
 Haud iftus sapio. 
 
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** WEEDES. 
 
 Tarn Marti quam Mercurio. 
 
 f In this division are conteyned : 
 
 The fruite of Fetters. Folio. 175 
 The complaynt of the green 
 
 Knight. 178 
 
 The farewel to Fansie. 190 
 
 The fable of Ferdlnando Jeronimi 
 
 and Leonora de Valasco. 193 
 
 The prayse of a Gentlewoman 
 
 neither fair nor welfavored. 
 The prayse of Phillip Sparrowe. 279 
 
 Farewel with a mischief. 281 
 
 The doale of disdaine. 382 
 Mars in despite of Vulcane. 
 
 folio. 284 
 
 Patience perforce. 286 
 
 A letter for a yong lover. 287 
 
 David saluteth Bersabe. 288 
 -Sone acquainted, sone forgotten. 289 
 
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 T The fruite of Fetters : with the complaint 
 
 of the greene Knight, and his Farewell 
 
 to Fansie. 
 
 GReat be the greefes which bruze the boldest brests, 
 And al to seelde we see such burdens borne, 
 For cruell care (which reaveth quiet rests) 
 Hath oftentimes the woorthiest willes foreworne, 
 And layed such weight upon a noble harte, 
 That wit and will have both given place to smarte. 
 
 For proofe wherof I tel this woful tale, 
 (Give eare that list, I force no frolicke mindes) 
 But such as can abide to heare of bale, 
 And rather rue the rage which Fansie findes, 
 Than scorne the pangs which may procure their pine, 
 Let them give eare unto these rimes of mine. 
 
 I teare my time (ay me) in prison pent, 
 Wherin the floure of my consuming yeares, 
 With secret grief my reason doth torment, 
 And frets it self (perhaps) with needlesse feares : 
 For whyles I strive against the streame too fast, 
 My forces faile, and I must downe at last. 
 
 The hastie Vine for sample might me serve, 
 Which climbes too high about the loftie tree, 
 But when the twist his tender jointes doth carve, 
 Then fades he fast, that sought full fresh to bee : 
 He fades and faintes before his fellowes faile, 
 Which lay full lowe, and never hoyst up saile. 
 
 Ay me, the dayes which I in dole consume, 
 Ah las, the nightes which witnesse well my woe, 
 O wrongful world which makst my fansie fume, 
 Fie fickle Fortune, fie thou arte my foe, 
 Out and alas, so frowarde is my chaunce, 
 No dayes nor nightes, nor worldes can me advaunce. 
 
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 In recklesse youth, the common plague of Love 
 Infe£red me (al day) with carelesse minde, 
 Entising dames my patience still did prove, 
 And blearde mine eyes, till I became so blinde, 
 That seing not what furie brought mee foorth, 
 I followed most (alwayes) that least was woorth. 
 
 In middle yeares, the reache of Reasons reine 
 No sooner gan to bridle in my will, 
 Nor naked neede no sooner gan constreine 
 My rash decay to breake my sleepes by skill, 
 But streight therewith hope set my heart on flame, 
 To winne againe both wealth and woorthy name. 
 
 And thence proceedes my most consuming griefe, 
 For whyles the hope of mine unyolden harte 
 In endlesse toyles did labor for reliefe, 
 Came crabbed Chance and marrde my merry marte : 
 Yea, not content with one fowle overthrowe, 
 So tied me fast for tempting any mo. 
 
 She tied me fast (alas) in golden chaines, 
 Wherein I dwell, not free, nor fully thrall, 
 Where guilefull love in double doubt remaines, 
 Nor honie sweet, nor bitter yet as gall : 
 For every day a patterne I beholde 
 Of scortching flame, which makes my heart full colde. 
 
 And every night, the rage of restlesse thought 
 Doth raise me up, my hope for to renewe, 
 My quiet bed which I for solace sought, 
 Doth yrke mine eares, when still the warlike crewe 
 With sounde of drummes, and trumpets braying shrill 
 Relieve their watch, yet I in thraldome still. 
 
 The common joy, the cheere of companie, 
 Twixt mirth and moane doth plundge me evermore : 
 For pleasant talke, or Musicks melodie, 
 Yeeld no such salve unto my secret sore, 
 But that therewith this corsive corns me too, 
 Why live not I at large as others doo? 
 
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 Lo thus I live in spite of cruell death, 
 And die as fast in spite of lingring life, 
 Fedde still with hope which doth prolong my breath, 
 But choakte with feare, and strangled still with strife, 
 Starke staring blinde bicause I see too much, 
 Yet gasing still bicause I see none such. 
 
 Amid these pangs (O subtil Cordial) 
 Those farrefet sighes which most mens mindes eschewe, 
 Recomforte me, and make the furie fall, 
 Which fedde the roote from whence my fits renewe : 
 They comforte me (ah wretched doubtfull clause) 
 They helpe the harme, and yet they kill the cause. 
 
 Where might I then my carefull corpse convay 
 From companie, which worketh all my woe ? 
 How might I winke or hide mine eyes alway, 
 Which gaze on that wherof my griefe doth growe ? 
 How might I stoppe mine eares, which hearken still, 
 To every joy, which can but wounde my will ? 
 
 How should I seeme my sighes for to suppresse, 
 Which helpe the heart that else would swelt in sunder ? 
 Which hurt the helpe that makes my torment lessc? 
 Which helpe and hurte (oh wofull wearie wonder) 
 One seely hart[e] thus toste twixt helpe and harme, 
 How should I seeme, such sighes in tyme to charme ? 
 
 How ? how but thus ? in sollitarie wise 
 To steppe aside, and make high way to moane : 
 To make two fountaines of my dazled eies, 
 To sigh my fill till breath a[n]d all be gone: 
 So sighed the knight of whome Bartello writes, 
 All cladde in Greene, yet banisht from delights. 
 
 And since the storye is both new and trew, 
 
 A dreary tale much like these lottes of myne 
 
 I will assaye my muze for to renewe, 
 
 By ryming out his frowarde fatall fine. 
 
 A dolefull speeche becomes a dumpish man, 
 
 So semde by him, for thus his tale begane. 
 
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WEEDES 
 
 The complaint of the greene Knight. 
 
 WHy live I wretch (quoth he) alas and wellaway, 
 Or why beholde my heavy eies, this gladsome sunny day? 
 Since never sunne yet shone, that could my state advaunce, 
 Why live I wretche (alas quoth he) in hope of better chaunce ? 
 Or wherefore telles my toung, this drearye dolefull tale, 
 That every eare might heare my grieefe and so bemone my bale ? 
 Since eare was never yet, that harkened to my playnte, 
 Why live I wretch (alas quoth he) my pangs in vaine to paint ? 
 Or wherfore dotes desire, that doth his wish disclose, 
 And shewes the sore that seeks recure, thereby to ease my woes ? 
 Since yet he never found, the hart where pyttie dwelt, 
 Why live I wretch (alas quoth he) alone in woe to swelt ? 
 Why strive I with the stream e, or hoppe against the hill, 
 Or search that never can be founds, or loose my labor still? 
 Since destenies decreed, must alwayes be obeyde, 
 Why live I wretch alas (quoth he) with lucke thus overleyde ? 
 Why feedes my heart on hope ? why tyre I still on trust ? 
 Why doth my minde still muse on mirth ? why leanes my life 
 
 on lust ? 
 Since hope had never hap, & trust always found treason, 
 Why live I wretch alas (quoth he) where all good luck is 
 
 geazon ? 
 The fatal Sisters three, which spun my slender twine, 
 Knew wel how rotten was the yarne, fro whence they drew 
 
 their line : 
 Yet have they woven the web, with care so manifolde, 
 (Alas I woful wretch the while) as any cloth can holde : 
 Yea though the threeds be cowrse, and such as others lothe, 
 Yet must I wrap alwayes therin, my bones and body both: 
 And weare it out at length, which lasteth but too long. 
 O weaver weaver work no more, thy warp hath done me wrong: 
 For therin have I lapt my light and lustie yeares, 
 And therin haplesse have I hapt, mine age and hoarie heares : 
 Yet never found I warmth, by jetting in thy jaggs, 
 Nor never can I weare them out, although they rende like raggs. 
 
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WEEDES 
 
 The May-moone of mine age, I meane the gallant time 
 When coales of kinde first kindled love, & plesure was in prime, 
 All bitter was the frute, which still I reaped then, 
 And little was the gaine I got, comparde by other men. 
 Teare-thirstie were the Dames, to whome I sued for grace, 
 Some stonie stomackt, other some, of high disdainful race. 
 But all unconstant (ay) and (that to thinke) I die, 
 The guerdon which Cosmana gave, can witnesse if I lie. 
 Cosmana was the wight to whome I wished well, 
 To serve Cosmana did I seeme, in love to beare the bell : 
 Cosmana was my god, Cosmana was my joy, 
 Ay me, Cosmana turnde my mirth, to dole and dark anoy : 
 Revenge it Radamantb, if I be found to lie, 
 Or if I slaunder hir at all, condemne me then to die. 
 Thou knowst I honored hir, no more but all too much, 
 Alas thou knowst she cast me off, when I deservde no grutch. 
 She dead (I dying yet) ay me my teares were dried, 
 And teeth of time gnew out the grief, which al to long I tried, 
 Yet from hir ashes sprung, or from such subtile molde, 
 Ferenda she, whome everie eye, did judge more bright than golde. 
 Ferenda then I sawe, Ferenda I behelde, 
 Ferenda servde I faithfully, in towne and eke in fielde : 
 Ferenda coulde not say, the greene Knight was untrew, 
 But out alas, the greene Knight sayde, Ferenda changde for new : 
 Ferenda did hir kinde : then was she to be borne, 
 She did but weare Cosmanes cloutes, which she in spite had torne : 
 And yet betwene them both they waare the threeds so neere, 
 As were they not of Steele or stone, they coulde not holde yfeere. 
 But now Ferenda mine, a little by thy leave : (deceave ? 
 
 What moved thee to madding moode? why didst thou me 
 Alas I was al thine, thy selfe can say no lesse, 
 And for thy fall, I bathed oft in many a deepe , distresse : 
 And yet to do thee right, I neyther blame thy race, 
 Thy shining selfe, the golden gleames that glistred on thy face, 
 Nor yet thy fickle faith, shall never beare the blame, 
 But I, whome kinde hath framd to finde, a griefe in everie game : 
 The high decrees of heaven, have limited my life, 
 To linger stil wher Love doth lodge, yet there to sterve in strife. 
 For proofe, who list to know what makes me nowe complaine, 
 Give eare unto the greene Knights tale: for now begins his paine. 
 
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WEEDES 
 
 When rash unbridled. youth had run his recklesse race, 
 And caried me with carelesse course, to many a great disgrace, 
 Then riper mellowed yeares, thought good to turne their trade, 
 And bad Repentance hol[d] the reines, to rule the brainsicke jade : 
 So that with much to doo, the brydle helde him backe, 
 And Reason made him byte on bit, which had a better smacke : 
 And for I felte my selfe, by feeblenesse fordoohne, 
 And panting still for lack of breath, as one much overroonne. 
 Therefore I toke advise, to walke him first awhile, 
 And so at length to set him up, his travayles to beguile : 
 Yea when he curried was, and dusted slicke and trimme, 
 I causde both hey and provander to be allowde for him : 
 Wherat (alas to thinke) he gathered flesh so fast, 
 That still he playd his coltish pranks, when as I thought the past: 
 He winched still alwayes, and whisked with his taile, 
 And leaping over hedge and ditch, I sawe it not prevaile 
 To pamper him so proude : Wherfore I thought it best, 
 To travaile him (not as I woont) yet nay to give him rest. 
 Thus well resolved then, I kept him still in harte, 
 And founde a pretie provander appointed for his parte, 
 Which once a day, no more, he might a little tast : 
 And by this diet, made I youth a gentle jade at last: 
 And foorth I might him ride, an easie journeying pace, 
 He never strave with middle age, but gently gave him place: 
 Then middle age stept in, and toke the helme in hande, 
 To guide my Barke by better skill, into some better lande. 
 And as eche noble heart is evermore most bent, 
 To high exploites and woorthie deedes, where honor may be hent: 
 So mine unyolden minde, by Armes gan seeke renowne, 
 And sought to rayse, that recklesse youth had rashly tubled downe. 
 With sworde and trustie targe, then sought I for to carve 
 For middle age and hoarie haires, and both their turnes to sarve: 
 And in my Carvers roome, I gan to cut suche cuttes, 
 And made suche morsels for their mouthes as well might fill 
 
 their guttes, 
 Beside some overplus, (which being kept in store) 
 Might serve to welcome al their friends, with foison evermore : 
 I meane no more but this: my hand gan finde such happe, 
 As made me thinke, that Fortune ment, to play me in hir lappe : 
 And hope therwith had heavde, my heart to be so hie, 
 
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 That still I hoapt, by force of armes, to clithbe above the Skie : 
 
 I bathed still in blisse, I ledde a lordelie life, 
 
 My Souldiers lovde and fearde me both, I never dreaded strife : 
 
 My boord was furnisht stil, with cates of dainty cost, 
 
 My back wel clad, my purse wel lynde, my woonted lack was lost, 
 
 My bags began to fil, my debtes for to discharge, 
 
 My state so stoode, as sure I seemde to swim in good lucks barge : 
 
 But out and well away, what pleasure breedes not paine? 
 
 What sun ca shine without a cloud, what thuder brings not rain ? 
 
 Such is the life of man, such was the luck of me, 
 
 To fall so fast from hiest hap, where sure I seemde to be. 
 
 Five hundred sundrie sunnes (and more) could scarcely serve, 
 
 By sweat of brows to win a roome, wherin my knife might carve: 
 
 One onely dismall day, suffised (with despite) 
 
 To take me from my carvers place, and from the table quite. 
 
 Five hundred broken sleepes, had busied all my braynes, 
 
 To find (at last) some worthy trade, that might increse my 
 
 gaynes : 
 One blacke unluckie houre, my trade hath overthrowen, 
 And marrde my marte, & broke my bank, & al my blisse 
 
 oreblowen. 
 To wrappe up all in woe, I am in prison pent, 
 My gaines possessed by my foes, my friends against me bent: 
 And all the heavy haps, that ever age yet bare, 
 Assembled are within my breast, to choake me up with care. 
 My modest middle age, which lacks of youth the lust, 
 Can beare no such gret burdes now, but throwes them in the dust: 
 Yet in this piteous plight, beholde me Lovers all, 
 And rewe my grieves, least you your selves do light on such a fal. 
 I am that wearie wretch, whom love always hath tyred, 
 And fed me with such strange conceytes, as never man desired. 
 For now (even now) ay me: I love and cannot chuse, 
 So strangely yet, as wel may move the wisest mindes to muse. 
 No biasing beauty bright, hath set my heart on fire, 
 No ticing talke, no gorgeous gyte, tormenteth my desire, 
 No bodie finely framde, no haggarde Falcons eie, 
 No ruddie lip, no golden locks, hath drawne my minde awrie : 
 No teeth of shining pearle, no gallant rosie hiew, 
 No dimpled chinne, no pit in cheeke, presented to my view: 
 In fine, no such delights, as lovers oft allure, 
 
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 Are cause why thus I do lament, or put my plaintes in ure: 
 
 But such a strange affect, as both I shame to tell, 
 
 And all the worlde may woonder much, how first therin I fell. 
 
 Yet since I have begonne (quoth he) to tell my griefe, 
 
 I wil nought hide, although I hope to finde no great reliefe. 
 
 And thus, (quoth he) it is: Amongst the sundrie joyes 
 
 Which I conceivde in feates of warre, and all my Martial toyes, 
 
 My chaunce was late to have a peerlesse firelock peece, 
 
 That to my wittes was nay the like, in Turkie nor in Greece : 
 
 A peece so cleanly framde, so streight, so light, so fine, 
 
 So tempred and so polished, as seemeth worke divine: 
 
 A peece whose locke yet past, for why [it] never failde, 
 
 And though I bent it night and day, the quicknesse never quailde: 
 
 A peece as well renforst, as ever yet was wrought, 
 
 The bravest peece for breech and bore, that ever yet was bought : 
 
 The mounture so well made, and for my pitch so fit, 
 
 As though I see faire peeces moe, yet fewe so fine as it: 
 
 A peece Which shot so well, so gently and so streight, 
 
 It neyther bruzed with recule, nor wroong with overweight. 
 
 In fine and to conclude, I know no fault thereby, 
 
 That eyther might be thought in minde,or wel discernde with ey. 
 
 This peece then late I had, and therin tooke delight, 
 
 As much as ever proper peece did please a warlike wight. 
 
 Nowe though it be not lost, nor rendred with the rest, 
 
 Yet being shut from sight therof, how can I thinke me blest? 
 
 Or which way should I hope, that such a jewell rare, 
 
 Can passe unseen in any campe where cunning shooters are ? 
 
 And therewith am I sure, that being once espied, 
 
 It never can escape their hands, but that it will be tried: 
 
 And being once but prooved, then farewel frost for me, 
 
 My peece, my locke, and all is lost, and I shall never see 
 
 The like againe on earth. Nowe Lovers speake your minde, 
 
 Was ever man so strangely stroke, or caught in such a kinde ? 
 
 Was ever man so fonde? was ever man so mad? 
 
 Was ever man so woe begone ? or in such cares yclad ? 
 
 For restlesse thus I rest, the wretchedst man on live, 
 
 And when I thinke upon this peece, then still my woes revive. 
 
 Nor ever can I finde good plaister for my paine, 
 
 Unlesse my lucke might be so good, to finde that peece againe. 
 
 To make my mourning more, where I in prison pine, 
 
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 I daily see a pretie peece, much like that peece of mine, 
 Which helps my hurt, much like unto a broken shinne, 
 That when it heales, begins to ytch, and then rubs off the skinne. 
 Thus live I still in love, alas and ever shall, 
 As well content to loose my peece, as gladde to finde my fall : 
 A wonder to the worlde, a griefe to friendlie mindes, 
 A mocking stocke to Momus race, and al such scornefull hindes, 
 A love (that thinke I sure) whose like was never seene, 
 Nor never warlike wight shal be in love as I have beene: 
 So that in sooth (quoth he) I cannot blame the Dames, 
 Whome I in youth did moste esteeme, I list not foile their fames, 
 But there to lay the fault, from whence it first did flowe: 
 I say my Fortune is the root, whence all these griefes did grow. 
 Since Fortune then (quoth he) hath turnde to me hir backe, 
 Shall I go yeeld to mourning moane, and cloath my self in blacke ? 
 No no, for noble mindes can beare no thraldome so, 
 But rather shew a merrie cheere, when most they wade in wo. 
 And so will I in greene, my careful corpse aray, 
 To set a bragge amongst the best, as though my heart were gay : 
 Not greene bicause I hope, nor greene bicause I joy, 
 Nor greene, bicause I can delight in any youthfull toy: 
 But greene, bicause my greeves are alway fresh and greene, 
 Whose roote is such it cannot rot, as by the frute is seene. 
 Thus sayde, he gave a groane, as though his heart had broke, 
 And from the furnace of his breast, sent scalding sighes like 
 And sighing so, he sate in solitarie wise, (smoke: 
 
 Conveying flouds of brynish teares, by conduct of his eyes. 
 What ende he had God knoweth, Battello writes it not, 
 Or if he do, my wittes are short, for I have it forgot. 
 
 The continuance of the Author, upon the 
 fruite of Fetters. 
 
 THus have you heard the green Knight make his mone, 
 Which wel might move the hardest heart to melt: 
 But what he ment, that knewe himselfe alone, 
 For such a cause, in weerie woes to swelt: 
 And yet by like, some peerlesse peece it was, 
 That brought him so in raging stormes to passe. 
 
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 I have heard tell, and read it therewithall, 
 That neare the Alpes a kinde of people bee, 
 Which serve with shot, wherof the very ball 
 Is bigge of bullce, the peece but short to see: 
 But yet it shootes as farre, and eke as fast, 
 As those which are yframde of longer last. 
 
 The cause (say some) consisteth in the locke, 
 Some other judge, bicause they be so strong, 
 Renforced well, and breeched like a brocke, 
 Stiffe, straight, and stout, which though they be not long, 
 Yet spit they foorth their pellets such a pace, 
 And with such force, as seemes a woondrous case. 
 
 Some other thinke, the mettal maketh all, 
 Which tempred is both rounde and smooth to see: 
 And sure me thinkes, the bignesse of the ball, 
 Ne yet the locke, should make it shoote so free, 
 But even the breech of mettall good and sounde, 
 Which makes the ball with greater force to bounde. 
 
 For this we see, the stiffe and strongest arme, 
 Which gives a jerke, and hath a cunning loose, 
 Shootes furdest still, and doth alway most harme, 
 For be his flights yfeathred from the goose, 
 Or Peacockes quilles, or Raven, or Swanne, or Crowe, 
 His shafts go swifte, when others flie but slowe. 
 
 How so it be, the men that use to shoote 
 In these short gunnes: are praysed for the best: 
 And Princes seeke such shotte for to promoote 
 As perfe£test and better than the rest: 
 So that (by like) their peeces beare the sway, 
 Else other men could shoote as farre as they. 
 
 Their peeces then are called Petronels, 
 And they themselves by sundrie names are calld: 
 As Bandolliers, for who in mountaynes dwels, 
 In trowpes and bandes, ofte times is stoutly stalld: 
 Or of the- Stone wherwith the locke doth strike, 
 Petronelliers, they called are by like. 
 
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 And so percase this peerelesse peece of his 
 For which he mournde and made such ruefull mone, 
 Was one of those: and the'rfore all his blisse, 
 Was turnd to bale when as that peece was gone : 
 Since Martial men do set their chief delight, 
 In armes which are both free and fayre in .sight. 
 
 My selfe have seene some peece of such a pryce, 
 As woorthy were to be esteemed well: 
 For this you know in any straunge devise, 
 Such things as seeme for goodnesse to excell, 
 Are holden deare, and for great Jewels deemd, 
 Bycause they be both rare and much esteemd. 
 
 But now to turne my tale from whence I came, 
 I saie his lottes and mine were not unlike: 
 He spent his youth (as I did) out of frame, 
 He came at last (like me) to trayle the pike. 
 He pynde in. pryson pinchte with privie payne, 
 And I likewise in pryson still remayne. 
 
 Yet some good fruite in fetters can I finde, 
 As vertue rules in every kinde of vice: 
 First pryson brings repentaunce to the minde, 
 Which wandred earst in lust and lewde device. 
 For hardest hartes by troubles yet are taught, 
 That God is good when all the worlde is naught. 
 
 If thou have ledde a carelesse lyfe at large, 
 Without regard what libertie was worth : 
 And then come downe to cruell Gaylours charge, 
 Which keepes thee close and never lettes thee forth: 
 Learne then this fruite in Fetters by thy selfe, 
 That libertie is worth all worldly pelfe. 
 
 Whose happe is such to yeelde himself in warre, 
 Remembre then that peace in pleasure dwelles: 
 Whose hartes are high and know not what they are 
 Let such but marke the gingling of their belles: 
 When fetters frette their anckles as they goe, 
 Since none so high but that may come as lowe. 
 
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WEEDES 
 
 To tell a truth and therein to be shorte, 
 Prysons are plagues that fal for mans offence, 
 Which maketh some in good and godly sorte, 
 With contrite harte to grope their conscience. 
 Repentance than steppes in and pardon craves, 
 These fruites (with mo) are found in darksome caves. 
 
 If thou have friends, there shalt thou know them right, 
 Since fastest friends in troubles shew their fayth: 
 If thou have foes, there shalt thou see their spight 
 For all to true it is that Proverbe sayth: 
 Where hedge is lowe, there every man treads downe, 
 And friendship failes when Fortune list to frowne. # 
 
 Patience is founde in prison (though perforce) 
 And Temprance taught where none excesse doth dwell, 
 Exercise calles, least slouth should kill thy corse: 
 Diligence drives thy busie braines to swell, 
 For some devise which may redeeme thy state, 
 These fruites I found in fetters all too late. 
 
 And with these fruites another fruite I found, 
 A strange conceyt, and yet a trustie truth : 
 I found by proufe, there is no kinde of ground, 
 That yeeldes a better croppe to retchlesse youth, 
 Than that same molde where fetters serve for mucke, 
 And wit stil woorkes to digge up better lucke. 
 
 For if the seede of grace will ever growe, 
 Then sure such soile will serve to beare it best, 
 And if Gods mercie therewithal! do flowe, 
 Then springs it high, and ruffles with the rest: 
 Oft hath bene seene such seede in prison cast, 
 Which long kept close, and prospred yet at last. 
 
 But therewithall there springs a kinde of Tares, 
 Which are vile weedes, and must be rooted out, 
 They choake up grace, and lap it fast in snares, 
 Which oftentimes do drawe it deepe in dout, 
 And hinders plantes which else would growe full hie, 
 Yet is this weede an easie thing to spie. 
 
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WEEDES 
 
 Men call it Fansie, sure a woorthlesse weede, 
 And of the same full many sortes are found, 
 Some fansies are, which thinke a lawfull deede 
 To scape away, though faith full fast be bound: 
 Some thinke by love, (nay lust in cloke of love) 
 From fetters fast their selves for to remove. 
 
 Some be, that meane by murder to prevaile, 
 And some by fraude, as fansie rules the thought: 
 Sometimes such frightes mens fansies do assaile, 
 (That when they see their freedome must be bought) 
 They vowe to take a stande on Shooters hill, 
 Till rents come in to please their wicked will. 
 
 Some fansies hopes by lies to come on floate, 
 As for to tell their frends and kinne great tales, 
 What wealth they lost in coyne, and many a coate, 
 What powder packt in coffers and in males, 
 What they must pay, and what their charge .will be, 
 Wherin they meane to save themselves a fee. 
 
 Some fansies eke forecast what life to weelde, 
 When libertie shall graunted be at last, 
 And in the aire such castles gan they builde, 
 That many times they fall againe as fast: 
 For Fansie binders Grace from glories crowne, 
 As Tares and Byndes can plucke good graine adowne. 
 
 Who list therfore by Fetters frute to have, 
 Take Fansie first out of his privy thought, 
 And when thou hast him, cast him in the wave 
 Of Lethes lake: for sure his seede is nought. 
 The greene Knight he, of whome I late did tell, 
 (Mine Author sayth) badde Fansie thus farewell. 
 
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WEEDES 
 
 The greene Knights farewell to Fansie. 
 
 FAnsie (quoth he) farewell, whose badge I long did beare, 
 And in my hat full harebrayndly, thy flowers did I weare: 
 To late I finde (at last), thy frutes are nothing worth, 
 Thy blossomes fall & fade full fast, though braverie bring 
 
 the forth. 
 By thee I hoapt alwayes, in deepe delights to dwel, 
 But since I finde thy ficklenesse, Fansie (quoth he) farewell. 
 
 Thou madste me live in love, which wisedome biddes me hate, 
 Thou bleardst mine eies & madste me thinke, y l faith was 
 
 mine by fate: 
 By thee those bitter sweetes, did please my taste alway, 
 By thee I thought that love was light, and payne was but a play-: 
 I thought that Bewties blase, was meete to beare the bell, 
 And since I finde my selfe deceyved, Fansie (quoth he) farewell. 
 
 The glosse of gorgeous courtes, by thee did please mine eye, 
 *A stately sight me thought it was, to see the brave go by : 
 To see there feathers flaunte, to marke their straunge devise, 
 To lie along in Ladies lappes, to lispe and make it nice: 
 To fawne and flatter both, I liked sometimes well, 
 But since I see how vayne it is, Fansie (quoth he) farewell. 
 
 When court had cast me of, I toyled at the plowe 
 My fansie stoode in straunge conceipts, to thrive I wote not how : 
 By mils, by making malte, by sheepe and eke by swyne, 
 By ducke and drake, by pigge and goose, by calves & keeping 
 
 kine: 
 By feeding bullockes fat, when pryce at markets fell, 
 But since my swaines eat up my gaines, Fansie (quoth he) 
 farewell. 
 
 In hunting of the deare, my fansie tooke delight, 
 All forests knew, my folly still, the mooneshine was my light: 
 In frosts I felt no cold, a sunneburnt hew was best, 
 I sweate and was in temper still, my watching seemed rest: 
 What daungers deepe I past, it follie were to tell, 
 And since I sigh to thinke thereon, Fansie (quoth he) farewell. 
 
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 A fansie fedde me ones, to wryte in verse and rime, 
 To wray my griefe, to crave reward, to cover still my crime : 
 To frame a long discourse, on sturring of a strawe, 
 To rumble rime in raffe and ruffe, yet all not worth an hawe : 
 To heare it sayde there goeth, the Man that writes so well, 
 But since I see, what Poetes bee, Fansie (quoth he) farewell. 
 
 At Musickes sacred sounde, my fansies eft begonne, 
 In Concordes, discordes, notes and cliffes, in tunes of unisonne : 
 In Hyerarchies and straynes, in restes, in rule and space, 
 In monacordes and moving moodes, in Burdens under base: 
 In descants and in chants, I streyned many a yel, 
 But since Musicians be so madde, Fansie (quoth he) farewell. 
 
 To plant straunge countrie fruites, to sow such seedes likewise, 
 To digge & delve for new foud rootes, where old might wel 
 
 suffise : 
 To proyne the water bowes, to picke the mossie trees, 
 (Oh how it pleasd my fancie ones) to kneele upon my knees, 
 To griffe a pippine stocke, when sappe begins to swell: 
 But since the gaynes scarce quite the cost, Fansie (quoth he) 
 farewell. 
 
 Fansie (quoth he) farewell, which made me follow drommes, 
 Where powdred bullets serves for sauce, to every dish that 
 
 comes: 
 Where treason lurkes in trust, where Hope all hartes beguiles, 
 Where mischief lieth still in wayte, when fortune friendly smiles : 
 Where one dayes prison proves, that all such heavens are hell, 
 And such I feele the frutes thereof, Fansie (quoth he) farewell. 
 
 If reason rule my thoughts, and God vouchsafe me grace 
 Then comfort of Philosophic, shall make me chaunge my race : 
 And fonde I shall it finde, that Fansie settes to showe, 
 For weakely stads that building still, which lacketh grace 
 
 by low: 
 But since I must accept, my fortunes as they fell, 
 I say God send me better speede, and Fansie now farewell. 
 
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WEEDES 
 
 Epilogismus. 
 
 SEe sweete deceipt, that can it self beguile, 
 Behold selfe love, which walketh in a net: 
 And seemes unseene, yet shewes it selfe therewhile, 
 Before such eyes, as are in science set. 
 The Greene knight here, leaves out his firelocke peece 
 That Fancie hath not yet his last farewell. 
 When Foxes preach, good folke beware your geese, 
 But holla here, my muse to farre doth mell: 
 Who list to marke, what learned preacher sayeth, 
 Must learne withall, for to beleeve his lore: 
 But what he doth, that toucheth nomans fayth, 
 Though words with workes, (agreed) persuade the more, 
 The mounting kite, oft lights on homely pray 
 And wisest wittes, may sometimes go astray. 
 
 FINIS. 
 
 Tarn Marti^ quam Mercurio. 
 
 382 
 
The pleasant Fable of Ferdinando 
 
 yeron\J\mi and Leonora de Valasco^ 
 
 translated out of the Italian riding / '"' < 
 tales of Bartello. ' 
 
 IN the pleasant Countrie of Lombardie, (and not farre from 
 the Citie of Florence) there was dwelling sometimes a 
 Lorde of many riche Seignories and dominions, who neverthe- 
 lesse bare his name of the Castle of Valasco: this Lord had 
 one only sonne and two daughters: his sonne was called (during 
 the life of his father) the heyre of Valasco, who maried a faire 
 Gentlewoman of the house of Bellavista named Leonora : the 
 elder daughter of the Lord of Valasco was called Francischina, 
 a yong woman very toward, bothe in capacitie and other 
 adtive qualities. Nowe the Lord of Valasco having already 
 maried his sonne & heyre, and himselfe drawing in age, was 
 desirous to see his daughters also bestowed before his death, 
 and especially the eldest, who both for beutie and ripenesse of 
 age might often put him in remembrance that shee was a collop 
 of his owne fleshe: and therefore sought meanes to draw unto 
 his house Ferdinando "Jeronimi a yong gentleman of Venice, 
 who delighting more in hawking, hunting, and such other 
 pastimes than he did in studie, had left his owne house in 
 Venice, and was come into Lombardie to take the pleasures of 
 the countrie. So that the Lorde of Valasco knowing him to 
 be of a very good parentage, and therewithall not onely riche 
 but adorned with sundrie good qualities, was desirous (as is 
 sayd) to drawe him home to his house (under pretence of 
 hunting and hawking) to the end he might beholde his fayre 
 daughter Francischina: who both for parentage and other 
 worldly respefts, might no lesse content his minde, than hir 
 beautie was likely to have allured his liking. But it fell oute 
 farre contrary to his desire, for Ferdinando yeronimi beholding 
 the Lady Leonora, who was in deede very fayre, and of a very 
 courtlike behaviour, became enamoured of hir, and forgetting 
 the curtesie that the Lorde of Valasco had shewed him in enter- 
 
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 tayning him and his servaunts, with their horses, by the space 
 of .iiii. moneths (whiche is a rare curtesie nowe adayes, and 
 especially in suche a countrey) he sought all meanes possible to 
 make the heyre of Valasco a Becco. And to the end that all 
 menne may perceive what frutes growe on suche trees, and 
 what issues come of such intents, I will set downe in English the 
 fable as it is written in Italian by Bartelh. And bicause I do 
 suppose that Leonora is the same name whiche wee call Elinor 
 in English, and that Franchchina also doth import none other 
 than Fraunces, I will so entitle them as to our own countrie- 
 men -may be moste perspicuous. Understand you then, that 
 Ferdinando having nowe a hote affedtion unto the sayde Dame 
 Elynor^ and thinking it meeter to utter his firste conceipts in 
 writing than in speache, did write unto hir as followeth. 
 
 P 
 
 *Ayre Lady I pray you understande that (being altogether 
 
 a straunger in this Countrie) my good happe hath bene to 
 
 behold you to my no small contentation. And my evill happe 
 
 accompanies the same with suche imperfe&ion of my deserts,' 
 
 as that I finde alwayes a ready repulse in mine owne forward- 
 
 SLt countlie nesse : So that considering the naturall clymate of the countrie, 
 
 llkei^ood) fl muste sa y tnat I have found fire in frost. And yet comparing 
 
 seeme coiderjthe inequalitie of my deserts, with the least part of your 
 
 y° streetes" Jworthiiiesse, I feele a cotinual frost, in my most fervent fire. 
 
 ofVemce. jSuch is the the extremitie of my passions, the whiche I could 
 
 never have bene content to committe unto this teltale paper, 
 
 were it not that I am destitute of all other helpe. Accept 
 
 therefore I beseche you, the earnest good will of a more trustie 
 
 (than worthy) servaunt, who being thereby encouraged, may 
 
 supplie the defedts of his abilitie with readie triall of duetifull 
 
 loyaltie. And lette this poore paper (besprent with sake teares, 
 
 and blowen over with skalding sighes) bee saved of you as a 
 
 safegarde for your sampler, or a bottome to winde your sowing 
 
 silke, that when your last needelfull is wrought, you maye 
 
 returne to reading thereof and consider the care of hym who is 
 
 More youres than bis owne. 
 F.J. 
 
 384 
 
OF MASTER F. J. 
 
 THis letter by hir receyved, hir aunswere was this: She 
 tooke occasion one day, at his request to daunce with 
 him : the whiche doing, shee bashfully began to declare unto 
 him, that she had read over the writing whiche he delivered 
 unto hir: with like protestation, that (as at deliverie thereof, 
 shee understood not for what cause he thrust the same into hir 
 bosome,) so now shee could not perceyve thereby any part of 
 his meaning: neverthelesse at laste seemed to take uppon hir 
 the matter, and though shee disabled hir selfe,. yet gave him 
 thankes as &c. Whereupon he brake the brauie, and walking 
 abrode, devised immediatly these fewe verses following. 
 
 FAire Bersabe the bright once bathing in a Well, 
 With dewe bedimmd King Davids eies that ruled Israeli. 
 And Salomon him selfe, the source of sapience. 
 Against the force of such assaultes could make but small defence : 
 To it the stoutest yeeld, and strongest feele like wo, 
 Bold Hercules and Sampson both, did prove it to be so. 
 What wonder seemeth then? when star res stand thicke in skies, 
 If such a biasing starre have power to dim my dazled eyes ? 
 
 Lenvoie. 
 To you these fewe suffise, your wittes be quicke and good, 
 You can conjedt by chaunge of hew, what humors feede my blood. 
 
 F.J. 
 
 BEfore he could put these verses in legible writing, it 
 pleased M. Elinor of hir curtesie thus to deale with him. 
 Walking in a garden among divers other gentlemen & gentle- 
 women, with a little frowning smyle in passing by him, she 
 delivered unto him a paper, with these words. For that I 
 understand not (quoth she) the intent of your letters, I pray you ' 
 take them here againe, and bestow them at your pleasure. The 
 which done and sayde, shee passed by withoute change either of 
 pace or countenaunce. Ferdinando somewhat troubled with 
 hir angrie looke, did sodenly leave the companie, and walking 
 into a parke neare adjoyning, in great rage began to wreake his 
 malice on this poore paper, and the same did rend and teare in 
 peeces. When sodenly at a glaunce he perceved it was not 
 of his owne hand writing, and therewithall abashed, uppon 
 better regard he perceived in one peece therof written in 
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 Romaine these letters Colei: which in english betokeneth 
 SHE : wherfore placing all the peeces therof, as orderly as he 
 could, he found therin written, these few lynes hereafter 
 following. 
 
 YOur sodeyn departure, from our pastime yesterday, did 
 enforce mee for lacke of chosen company too returne 
 untoo my worke, wherein I did so long continue, till at the 
 last the bare bottome did drawe unto my remembraunce your 
 straunge request. And although I founde therin no just cause 
 to credite your coloured wordes, yet have I thought good 
 hereby too requite you with like curtesie, so that at least you^; 
 shall not condemne mee for ungratefull. But as to the matter 
 therin conteyned: if I could perswade my selfe, that there 
 were in mee any coales to kyndle suche sparkes of fire, I might 
 yet peradventure bee drawn to beleve that your minde were 
 frosen with like feare. But as no smoke ariseth, where no 
 cole is kindled, so without cause of affection the passion is easie 
 to be cured. This is all that I understand of your darke 
 letters: and as much as I meane to answere. 
 Colei: in english: SHE. 
 
 FErdinando immediatly upon receyte heerof, grew in jelosie 
 that the same was not hir owne devise. And therin I 
 have no lesse allowed his judgement, than comrnencTexr "Ki§ 
 invention of the 'verses," and letters before rehersed. For as by 
 the stile this letter "of "hire bewrayefh that it was not penned by 
 a womans capacitie, so the sequele of hir doings may discipher, 
 that shee had mo redy clearkes than trustie servants in store. 
 Well yet as the perfect hound, when he hath chased the hurt 
 deere, amidde the whole heard, will never give over till he 
 have singled it againe. Even so Ferdinando though somwhat 
 abashed with this doubtfull shewe, yet stil constant in his 
 former intention, ceased not by all possible meanes, too bring 
 this Deere yet once agayne to the bowes, wherby shee might 
 be the more surely stryken: and so in the end enforced to 
 yeeld. Wherfore he thought not best to commit the sayde 
 verses willingly into hir custodie, but privily lost them in hir 
 chamber, written in counterfeit. And after on the next day 
 thought better to replie, either upo n hir t or upgonjiir Secre- 
 tary in thisTvise as here followeth. 
 
 386 
 
OF MASTER F. J. 
 
 THE much that you have answered is very much, and much 
 more than I am able to reply unto : neverthelesse in myne 
 owne defence, thus much I alleage: that if my sodein departure 
 . pleased not you, I cannot my selfe therwith be pleased, as one 
 1 that seeketh not to please many, and more desirous to please 
 you than any. The cause of myne affe&ion, I suppose you 
 behold dayly. For (self love avoyded) every wight may judge 
 of themselves as much as reason perswadeth : the which if it be 
 in your good nature suppressed with bashfulnesse, then mighty 
 Jove graunt, you may once behold my wan cheekes washed in 
 woe, that therein my salt teares may be a myrrour to represent 
 your owne shadow, and that like unto Nacissus you may be 
 constrayned to kisse the cold waves, wherein your counterfait 
 is so lively purtrayed. For if aboundance of other matters 
 fayled to drawe my gazing eyes in contemplation of so rare 
 excellency, yet might these your letters both frame in me an 
 admiration of such divine esprite, and a confusion too my 
 dull understanding, whiche so rashly presumed too wander in 
 this endles Laberinth. Such I esteeme you, and thereby am 
 become such, and even HE. F. y. 
 
 THis letter finished and fayre written over, his chaunce 
 was to meete hir alone in a Gallery of the same house : 
 (where his manhood in. this kinde of combat was firste tried :) 
 and therein I can compare him to a valiant Prince, who 
 distressed with power of enemies had committed the safegard 
 of his person to treaty of Ambassade, and sodenly (surprised 
 with a Camassado in his owne trenches) was enforced to yeeld 
 as prisoner. Even so Ferdinando Jeronimi lately overcome by the 
 beautifull beames of this Dame Elynor, and having now com- 
 mitted his moste secrete intent to these late rehearsed letters, 
 was at unwares encountred with his friendly foe T and con- 
 strayned either to prepare some new defence, or else like a 
 recreant to yeeld himselfe as already vanquished. Wherefore 
 (as in a traunce) he lifted up his dazled eies, and so continued 
 in a certen kind of admiration, not unlike the Astronomer, who 
 (having after a whole nights travaile, in the grey morning 
 found his desired starre) hath fixed his hungry eies to behold 
 the Comete long looked for: wherat this gracious Dame (as 
 
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THE ADVENTURES 
 
 one that could discerne the sunne before hir chamber windowes 
 were wide ope) did deign to embolden the fainting Knight with 
 these or like woordes. 
 
 I perceive nowe (quod she) howe mishap doth follow me, 
 that having chosen this walke for a simple solace, I am here 
 disquieted by the man that meaneth my destruction: and 
 therwithall, as half angry, began to turne hir backe, when 
 Ferdinando (now awaked) gan thus salute hir. 
 
 Mistresse (quod he) and I perceive now, that good hap 
 hauts me, for being by lacke of oportunitie constreined to 
 commit my welfare unto these blabbing leaves of bewraying 
 paper shewing that in his had) I am here recomforted with 
 happy view of my desired joy: and therewithall reverently 
 kissing his hand, did softly distreyne hir slender arme, and so 
 stayed hir departure. The firste blowe thus profered and 
 defended, they walked and talked traversing diverse wayes, 
 wherein I doubte not but that the Venetian coulde quite him- 
 selfe resonably well. For after long talke shee was contented 
 to accept his proffered service, but yet still disabling hir selfe, 
 and seeming to marvell what cause had moved him to subject 
 his libertie so wilfully, or at least in a prison (as shee termed it) 
 so unworthy. Whereunto I neede not rehearse his answere, 
 but suppose now, that thus they departed: saving I had for- 
 gotten this: shee required of him the last rehearsed letter, 
 saying that his firste was loste, and nowe shee lacked a new 
 bottome for hir silke, the whiche I warrant you, he graunted: 
 and so proffering to take an humble conge by Bezo las manos, 
 she graciously gave him the zuccado dez labros; and so for then 
 departed. And thereuppon recompting hir woordes, he com- 
 piled these following, whiche he termed Terza sequenza, too 
 sweete Mistresse SHE. 
 
 OF thee deare Dame, three lessons would I learne : 
 What reason first persuades the foolish Fly 
 {As soone as shee a candle can discerne) 
 To play with flame, till shee bee burnt thereby? 
 Or what may move the Mouse to byte the bayte 
 Which strikes the trappe, that stops hir hungry breth? 
 What calles the bird, where snares of deepe deceit 
 Are closely coucht to draw hir to hir death? 
 
 388 
 
OF MASTER F. J. 
 
 Consider well, what is the cause of this, 
 
 And though percase thou wilt not so confesse, 
 
 Yet deepe desire, to gayne a heavenly blisse, 
 
 May drowne the minde in dole and darke distresse : 
 
 Oft is it seene (whereat my hart may bleede) 
 
 Fooles play so long till they be caught in deede. 
 
 And then 
 It is a heaven to see them hop and skip, 
 And seeke all shiftes to shake their shackles off: 
 It is a world, to see them hang the lip, 
 Who (earst) at love, were wont to skorne and skoff. 
 But as the Mouse, once caught in crafty trap, 
 May bounce and beate against the boorden wall, 
 Till shee have brought hir head in such mishap, 
 That downe to death hir fainting lymbes must fall: 
 And aS the Flie once singed in the flame, 
 Cannot commaund her wings to wave away: 
 But by the heele, shee hangeth in the same 
 Till cruell death hir hasty journey stay : 
 So they that seeke to breake the linkes of love 
 Strive with the streame, and this by paine I prove. 
 
 For when 
 I first beheld that heavenly hewe of thine, 
 Thy stately stature, and thy comly grace, 
 I must confesse these dazled eies of mine 
 Did wincke for feare, when I first viewd thy face: 
 But bold desire did open them againe, 
 And bad mee looke till I had lookt to long, 
 I pitied them that did procure my paine, 
 And lov'd the lookes that wrought me all the "wrong: 
 And as the byrd once caught (but woorks hir woe) 
 That strives to leave the limed twigges behind: 
 Even so the more I strove to parte thee fro, 
 The greater grief did growe within my minde : 
 Remedilesse then must I yeeld to thee, 
 And crave no more, thy servaunt but to bee. 
 
 Till then and ever. HE. F. J. 
 
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 T T J Hen he had well sorted this sequence, he sought opor- 
 V V. 1 - rl l tunitie to leave it where shee might finde it before it 
 
 "were lostT"^ And nowe the coles began to kindle, whereof (but 
 ere while) shee feigned hir selfe altogither ignorant. The flames 
 began to breake out on every side : and she to quench them, 
 
 \ shut up hir selfe in hir chamber solitarily. But as the smithie 
 gathers greater heate by casting on of water, even so the more 
 she absented hir self from company, the fresher was the griefe 
 whiche galded hir remembrance : so that at laste the report was 
 spredde thorough the house, that Mistresse Elinor was sicke. 
 At which newes Ferdinando tooke small comfort; neverthe- 
 lesse Dame Venus with good aspe6t did yet thus much furder 
 his enterprise. The Dame (whether it were by sodaine chaunge, 
 or of wonted custome) fell one day into a greate bleeding 
 at the nose. For whiche accident the sayde Venetian, amongst 
 other pretie conceits, had a present remedie: Whereby he 
 tooke occasion (when they of the house had all in vayne sought 
 many waies to stoppe hir bleeding) to worke his feate in this 
 wise: Firste he pleaded ignorance, as though he knewe not 
 hir name, and therefore demaunded the same of Mistresse 
 Fraunces, who when shee had to him declared that hir name was 
 Elinor, hee sayde these woordes or very like in effe6t: If I 
 thought I shoulde not offend Mistres Elynor, I woulde not 
 doubte to stoppe hir bleeding, without eyther payne or diffi- 
 cultie. This Gentlewoman somewhat tickled with his woordes, 
 did incontinent make relation thereof to the sayde Mistresse 
 Elynor: who immediately (declaring that Ferdinando was hir 
 late receyved servaunt) returned the saide messanger unto him 
 with especiall charge, that hee shoulde employ his devoyre 
 towardes the recovery of hir health: with whome the same 
 Ferdinando repayred to the chamber of his desired : and finding 
 hir set in a chayre, leaning on the one side over a Silver bason : 
 After his due reverence, hee layde his hande on hir Temples, 
 and privily rounding hir in hir eare, desired hir to commaunde 
 a Hazell sticke and a knyfe: the whiche beyng brought, hee 
 delivered unto hir, saying on this wise. Mistresse I will speake 
 certaine woordes in secrete to my selfe, and doe require no 
 more : but when you heare me saie openly this woorde Amen, 
 that you with this knyfe will make a nicke uppon this Hazell 
 
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 sticke : and when you have made five nickes, commaunde mee 
 also to cease. The Dame partly of good will to the Knight, 
 and partly to be stenched of hir bleeding, commaunded hir 
 mayde, and required the other Gentils, somewhat to stande 
 aside: whiche done, he began his Oraisons, wherein he had not 
 long muttered before he pronounced Amen, wherwith the 
 Lady made a nicke on the sticke with hir knyfe. The saide 
 Ferdinando continued to an other Amen, when y e Lady having 
 made an other nick, felt hir bleeding began to steynch : & so 
 by the third Amen throughly steinched. Ferdinando then 
 chaunging his prayers into privat talk, said softly unto hir : 
 Mystres, I am glad that I am hereby enabled to doe you some 
 service, and as the staunching of your owne bloud may some 
 way recomfort you, so if the shedding of my bloud may any 
 way content you, I beseech you commaund it, for it shalbe 
 evermore readily employed in your service : and therwithal 
 with a loud voyce pronounced Amen : wherewith the good 
 Lady making a nick, did secretly answere thus : Good servant 
 (quod shee) I must needes think my selfe right happy to have 
 gained your service and good will, and be you sure, that 
 although ther be in me no such desert as may draw you into 
 this depth of afFeition : yet such as I am, I shalbe alwayes 
 glad to shewe my self thankfull unto you. And now, if you 
 thinke your self assured that I shall bleede no more, doe then 
 pronounce your fifth Amen : the which pronounced, shee made 
 also hir fifth nicke, and held up hir head, calling the company 
 unto hir, and declaring unto them, that hir bleeding was 
 throughly steinched. And Ferdinando tarying a while in the 
 chamber, found oportunitie to loose his sequence neere too his 
 desired Mistres : And after congi taken, departed. After whose 
 departure the Lady arose out of hir chayre, and hir mayd 
 going about to remove the same, espied, and toke up the 
 writing : the which hir mistres perceiving, gan sodenly con- 
 jecture that the same had in it some like matter to the verses 
 once before left in. like maner, and made semblant to mistrust 
 that the same should be some wordes of conjuration : and 
 taking it from hir mayd, did peruse it, and immediatly said too 
 the company, that she would not forgo the same for a great 
 treasure. But to be plain, I think that [Ferdinando excepted) 1 
 she was glad to '-be rid of all company, untill she had with } 
 
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 sufficient leasure turned over and retossed every card in this 
 sequence. And not long after being now tickled thorough all 
 the vaines with an unknown humour, adventured of hir selfe to 
 commit unto a like Ambassadour the discyphring of that which 
 hitherto shee had kept more secret : and thereupon wrot with 
 hir own hand and head in this wyse. 
 
 GOod servant, I am out of al doubt much beholding unto 
 you, and I have great comfort by your meanes in the 
 steinching of my bloud, and I take great comfort too reade 
 your letters, and I have found in my chamber divers songs 
 which I think too be of your making, and I promise you, they 
 are excellently made : and I assure you that I wilbee ready to 
 doe for you any pleasure that I can, during my life : wherefore 
 I pray you come to my chamber once in a day, till I come 
 abroad again, and I wilbe glad of your company : and for 
 because that you have promised to be my HE : I will take 
 upon me this name, your SHE. 
 
 THis letter was doubtles of hir own hande writing : and as 
 therin the Reader may finde great difference of Style, 
 from hir former letter, so may you now understand the cause. 
 Shee had in the same house a friend, a servant, a Secretary : 
 what should I name him ? such one as shee esteemed in time 
 past more than was cause in tyme present. And to make my 
 tale good, I will (by the same words that Bartello useth) 
 discribe him unto you. He was in heigth the proportion of 
 two Pigmeis, in bredth the thicknesse of two bacon hogges, of 
 presumption a Gyant, of power a Gnatte, Apishly wytted, 
 Knavishly mannered, and crabbedly favord. What was there 
 in him then to drawe a fayre Ladies liking ? Marry sir even 
 all in all, a well lyned pursse, wherewith he could at every 
 call, provide suche pretie conceytes as pleased hir peevish 
 fantasie : and by that meanes hee had throughly (long before) 
 insinuated him selfe with this amorous dame. This manling, 
 this minion, this jslaye, this secretary, was nowe by occasion 
 rydden too Florence forsothe : and though his absence were 
 unto hir a disfurnishing of eloquence : it was yet untoo 
 Ferdinando yero\n~\i\rn\i an opportunitie of good advauntage : for 
 when hee perceived the change of hir stile, and thereby grewe 
 
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 in some suspition that the same proceeded by absence of hir 
 chiefe Chauncellor, he thought good now to smyte while the 
 yrbn was hotte, and to lend his Mistresse suche a penne in hir 
 Secretaries absence, as hee should never be able (at his returne) 
 to amend the well writing therof. Wherfore according to hir 
 comaund he repayred once every day to hir chamber, at the 
 least whereas hee guided himselfe so wel, and could devise such 
 store of sundry pleasures and pastymes, that he grew in favour 
 not onely with his desired, but also with the rest of the gentle- 
 women. And one day passing the time amongst them, their 
 playe grew to this end, that his Mistresse, being Queene, 
 demaunded of him these three questions. Servant (quod she) 
 I charge you, as well uppon your all[e]giance being no we my 
 subjedt, as also upon your fidelitie, having vowed your service 
 unto me, that you aunswere me these three questions, by the 
 very truth of your secret thought. First, what thing in this 
 universall world doth most rejoyce and comfort you ? Ferdinando 
 Jeronimi abasing his eyes towardes the ground, toke good 
 advisement in his aunswere, when a fayre gentlewoman of the 
 company clapped him on the shoulder, saying, how now sir, is 
 your hand on your halfpeny ? To whome he aunswered, no 
 1/ fayre Lady, my hand is on my harte, and yet my hart is not 
 I in myne owne hands : wherewithal! abashed, turning towards 
 ' dame Elinor he sayde : My sovereigne and Mistresse, according 
 to the charge of your command, and the dutie that I owe you, 
 my tongue shall bewraye unto you the truthe of mine intent. 
 At this present a rewarde given me without desert, doth so 
 rejoyce mee with continuall remembraunce, that though my 
 minde be so occupied to thinke thereon, as that daye nor night 
 I can bee quiet from that thought, yet the joye and pleasure 
 whiche I conceive in the same is such, that I can neyther be 
 cloyed with continuaunce thereof, nor yet afraide, that any 
 mishappe can countervayle so greate a treasure. This is to me 
 suche a heaven to dwell in, as that I feede by day, and repose 
 by night uppon the.freshe recorde of this reward. This (as 
 Bartello sayeth) he ment by the kisse that she lent him in the 
 Gallery, and by the profession of hir laste letters and woordes. 
 Well, though this aunswere bee some what mistie, yet let his 
 excuse be : that taken uppon the sodaine, he thought better to 
 aunswere darkly, than to be mistrusted openly. Hir second 
 
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 question was, what thing in this life did most greeve his harte, 
 and disquiet his minde, wherunto he answered. That although 
 his late rehersed joy were incomparable, yet the greatest enimie 
 that disturbed the same, was the privie worme of his owne 
 giltie conscience, which accused him evermore with great 
 unworthinesse : and that this was his greatest griefe. The 
 Lady biting upon the bitte at hjs cunning answeres made unto 
 these two questions, ganne thus replie. Servaunt, I had thought 
 to have touched you yet nearer with my thirde question, but I 
 will refrayne to attempt your pacience : and nowe for my third 
 demaund, aunswere me diredtly in what manner this passion 
 doth handle you ? and howe these contraries may hang together 
 by any possibilitie of Concorde ? for your woordes are straunge. 
 ' Ferdinando now rousing himselfe boldly, tooke occasion thus to 
 handle his aunswere. Mistresse (quod he) my woordes in deede 
 are straunge, but yet my passion is muche straunger : and ther- 
 upon this other day to contet mine owne fantasie I devised a 
 Sonet, which although it bee a peece of Cocklorels musicke, 
 and suche as I might be ashamed to publish in this company, 
 yet bicause my truth in this answere may the better appeare 
 unto you, I pray you vouchsafe to receive the same in writing : 
 and drawing a paper out of his pocket, presented it to hir, 
 wherin was written this Sonet. 
 
 E>e, hope, and death, do stirre in me such strife, 
 As never man but I led such a life. 
 First burning love doth wound my hart to death, 
 And when death comes at call of inward griefe, 
 Colde lingering hope doth feede my fainting breath 
 Against my will, and yeeldes my wound reliefs : 
 So that I live, but yet my life is such, 
 As death would never greve me halfe so much. 
 No comfort then but only this I tast, 
 To salve such sore, such hope will never want, 
 And with such hope, such life will ever last, 
 And with such life, such sorrowes are not skant. 
 Oh straunge desire, life with torments tost 
 Through too much hope, mine onely hope is lost. 
 Even HE F. J. 
 
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 THis sonet was highly commended, and in my judgement 
 it deserveth no lesse. His dutie thus perfourmed, their 
 pastimes ended, and at their departure for a watch worde hee 
 couselled his Mistresse by little and little to walke abrode : 
 saying, that the Gallery neare adjoyning was so pleasaunt, as 
 if he were halfe dead he thought that by walking therin hee 
 might be halfe & more revived. Think you so servaunt 
 (quod she ?) and the last tyme that I walked there, I suppose 
 I toke the cause of my malady : but by your advise (for that 
 you have so clerkly steynched my bleeding) I will assay to 
 walke there to morow. Mistres quod he, and in more ful 
 accomplishment of my duetie towards you, and in sure hope that 
 you will use the same onelie to your owne private commoditie, 
 I will there awaite upon you, and betwene you and me wil 
 teach you the ful order how to steynch the bleeding of any 
 creature, wherby you shal be as dining as my self. Gramercy 
 good servant, quod she, I thinke you lost the same in writing 
 here yesterday, but I canot understand it: & therfore to 
 morrow (if I feele my self any thing ameded) I wil sende for 
 you thither to enstrudt me throughly : thus they departed. 
 And at supper time, the Lord of Valasco finding fault y 4 his 
 gestes stomacke served him no better, began to accuse the 
 grosnesse of his vyands, to whom one of the getlewomen which 
 had passed y e afternoone in his company, answered. Nay sir, 
 quod she, this gentleman hath a passion, the which once in a 
 day at the least doth kill his appetite. Are you so well 
 acquainted with the dispositio of his body (quod the Lord of 
 y e house ?) by his owne saying, quod she, & not otherwise. 
 Fayre ladie quod Ferdinado, you either mistoke me or overheard 
 me the : for I told of a cofortable humor which so fed me with 
 cotinuall remebrace of joy, as that my stomack being ful therof 
 doth desire in maner none other vittayles. Why sir, (quod the 
 host,) do you the live by love ? God forbid sir quod Ferdinando, 
 for then my cheekes wold be much thinner tha they be : but 
 there are divers other greater causes of joy, than the doubtful 
 lots of love : & for mine own part, to be playn, I canot love, 
 & I dare not hate. I would I thought so, quod the gentle- 
 woman. And thus with prety nyppes, they passed over their 
 supper : which ended, the Lord of the house required Ferdinando 
 
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 Jeronimi to daunce and passe the time with the gentlewomen, 
 which he refused not to doe. But sodemy, before the musicke 
 was well tuned, came out Dame Elynor in hir night attyre, 
 and said to the Lord, y 4 (supposing the solitarinesse of hir 
 chamber had encreased hir maladie) she came out for hir better 
 recreatio to see them daunce. Well done daughter (quod the 
 Lorde.) And I Mistres (quod Ferdlnando) would gladly bestowe 
 the leading of you about this great chamber, to drive away y e 
 faintnesse of your fever. No good servaunt, (quod the Lady,) 
 but in my steede, I pray you daunce with this fayre Gentle- 
 woman, pointing him too the Lady that had so taken him up 
 at supper. Ferdinando to avoyd mistrust, did agree too hir 
 request without furder entreaty. The daunce begon, this 
 Knight marched on with the Image of S. Frances in his hand, 
 and S. Elynor in his hart. The violands at end of the pavion 
 staied a whyle : in whiche time this Dame sayde to Ferdinando 
 Jeronimi on this wise : I am right sory for you in two respe£ts, 
 although the familiarity have hytherto had no great continuance 
 betwene us : and as I do lament your case, so doo I rejoyce (for 
 myne own contentation) that I shal now see a due trial! of the 
 experimet which I have long desired. This sayd, she kept 
 silence : When Ferdinando (somwhat astonied with hir straunge 
 speech) thus answered : Mistresse although I cannot conceive 
 the meaning of your woordes, yet by curtesie I am constrayned 
 to yeelde you thankes for your good wil, the which appeareth 
 no lesse in lamenting of mishappes, than in rejoycing at good 
 fortune. What experiment you meane to trie by mee, I 
 knowe not, but I dare assure you, that my skill in experiments 
 is very simple. Herewith the Instruments sounded a new 
 Measure, and they passed forthwards, leaving to talke, untill 
 the noise ceassed : whiche done, the Gentlewoman replied. 
 I am sory sir, that you did erewhile, denie love and all his 
 lawes, and that in so open audience. Not so (quod Ferdinando) 
 but as the woorde was roundly taken, so can I readely answere 
 it by good reason. Well quod shee, howe if the hearers will 
 admit no reasonable answere ? My reasons yet bee neverthe- 
 lesse (quod he) in reasonable judgement. Herewith shee 
 (a) as who smiled, and he cast a glance towards dame Elinor, [a) askances 
 arte thou pleased? Againe the viols called them forth wardes, 
 and againe at the ende of the braule sayde Ferdinando Jeronimi 
 
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OF MASTER F. J. 
 
 to this Gentlewoman : I pray you Mistres, and what may be 
 the second cause of your sorow sustained in my behalfe ? Nay 
 soft (quod she) percase I have not yet tolde you the first, but 
 content your selfe, for the second cause you shall never know 
 at my handes, untill I see due triall of the experiment which I 
 have long desired. Why then (quod he) I can but wishe a 
 present occasion to bring the same to effeft, to the end that I 
 might also understand the mistery of your meaning. And so 
 might you faile of your purpose (quod she) for I meane to be 
 better assured of him that shal know the depth of mine intent 
 in such a secrete, than I do suppose that any creature (one 
 except) may be of you. Gentlewoman (quod he) you speake 
 Greefo, the which I have nowe forgotten, and mine instrudters 
 are to farre from mee at this present to expound your words. 
 Or els to neare (quod she) and so smiling stayed her talke, 
 when the Musicke called them to another daunce. Whiche 
 ended, Ferdinands halfe afrayd of false suspeft, and more amazed 
 at this straunge talke, gave over, and bringing Mistresse Fraunces 
 to hir place, was thus saluted by his Mistresse. Servaunt (quod 
 shee) I had done you great wrong to have daunced with you, 
 consideringe that this gentlewoman and you had former occasion 
 of so waighty conference. Mistresse sayd Ferdinando you had 
 done mee great pleasure, for by our conference I have but 
 brought my braynes in a busie conjecture. I doubt not (sayd 
 his Mistresse) but you wil end that busines easely. It is hard 
 said he to ende the thing, whereof yet I have founde no 
 begininge. His Mistresse with chaunge of countenaunce 
 kept silence whereat dame Fraunces rejoycinge, cast out this 
 bone to gnawe on. I perceyve (quod she) it is evill to halte 
 before a Creple. Ferdinando perceyving now that his Mistresse 
 waxed angry, thought good on hir behalfe thus to aunswere : 
 and it is evili to hop before them that runne for the Bell : his 
 Mistresse replied, and it is evill to hange the Bell at their 
 heeles which are alwayes running. The Lord of [t]he Castle 
 overhearing these proper quippes, rose out of his chaire, & 
 comming towards Ferdinando required him to daunce a 
 Gallyard. Sir sayd he I have hitherto at your apoyntmet 
 but walked about the house, now if you be desirous to see 
 one tomble a turne or twayne, it is like ynough that I mighte 
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 dayes are almost done, and therfore sir (quod he) I pray you 
 speake to them that are more nymble at trippinge on the toe. 
 Whilest hee was thus saying dame Elynor had made hir Congey, 
 and was now entring the doore of hir chamber when Ferdinando 
 al amazed at hir sodeyne departure followed to take leave of his 
 Mistresse : but she more then angrie, refused to heare his good 
 night, and entring hir chamber caused hir mayde to clappe to 
 the doore. Ferdinando with heavie cheare returned to his com- 
 pany, and Mistresse Frounces to toutch his sore with a corosive, 
 sayd to him softly in this wise. Sir you may now perceyve 
 that this our countrie cannot allowe the French manner of 
 dauncing, for they (as I have heard tell) do more commonly 
 daunce to talke, then entreate to daunce. Fardenando hoping 
 to drive out one naile with another and thinking this a meane 
 moste convenient to suppresse all jelous supposes, tooke Mistresse 
 Fraunces by the hand and with a heavy smile aunswered. 
 Mistresse and I (because I have seene the french maner of 
 dauncing) will eftsonnes entreat you to daunce a Bargynet : 
 what meane you by thys quod mistresse Fraunces. If it please 
 you to followe (quod he) you shall see that I can jest without 
 joye, and laugh without lust, and calling the musitions, caused 
 them- softly to sounde the Tynternall, when he clearing his 
 voyce did Alia Napolitana applie these verses following, unto 
 the measure. 
 
 I-ZV prime of lustie yeares, when Cupid caught mee in, 
 And nature taught the waie to love, how I might best begin : 
 To please my wandring eie, in beauties tickle trade, 
 To gaze on eache that passed by, a carelesse sporte I made. 
 
 With sweete entising baite, I fisht for manie a dame, 
 And warmed me by manie a fire, yet felt I not the flame : 
 But when at last I spied, that face that pleasde me most, 
 The coales were quicke, the woode was drie, & I began to tost. 
 
 And smiling yet full oft, I have behelde that face, 
 When in my hearte I might bewaile mine owne unluckie case : 
 And oft againe with lakes that might bewraie my griefe, 
 I pleaded horde for just rewarde, and sought to finde reliefe. 
 
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 What will you more ? so oft my gazing eies did seeke, 
 
 To see the rose and Lillie strive upon that livelie cheeke : 
 
 Till at the last I spied, and by good proofe I founde, 
 
 That in that face was painted plaine, the pearcer of my wound. 
 
 Then (all to late) agast, I did my foote retire, 
 
 And sought with secret sighes to quench my gredie skalding fire 
 
 But lo, I did prevaile asmuche to guide my will, 
 
 As he that seekes with halting heele, to hop against the hill. 
 
 Or as the feeble sight, woulde searche the sunnie beame, 
 
 Even so I founde but labour lost, to strive against the streame. 
 
 Then gan I thus resolve, since liking forced love. 
 
 Should I mislike my happie choice, before I did it prove? 
 
 And since none other joye I had but her to see, 
 S\lo\oulde I retire my deepe desire ? no no it would not bee : 
 Though great the duetie were, that shee did well deserve, 
 And I poore man, unworthie am so wo\f]thie a wight to serve. 
 
 Yet hope my comfort staide, that she would have regard, 
 
 To my good will that nothing crav'd, but like for just reward : 
 
 I see the faucon gent sometime will take delight 
 
 To seeke the solace of hir wing, and dallie with a kite. 
 
 The fairest Woulf will choose the foulest for hir make, 
 And why ? because he doth indure most sorrow for hir sake : 
 Even so had \I HkeJ hope, when dolefull dales were spent 
 When wearie wordes were wasted well, to open true entent. 
 
 When fiuddes of flowing teares, had washt my weeping eies, 
 When trembling tongue had troubled hir, with loud lamenting cries : 
 At last hir worthy will would pittie this my plaint, 
 And comfort me hir owne poore slave, whom feare had made so faint. 
 (Wherefore I made a vowe, the stoany rocke should start, 
 [Ere I presume, to let her slippe out of my faithfull heart. 
 
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 Lenvoie. 
 
 And when she sawe by proofe, the pith of my good will, 
 She tooke in worth this simple song, for want of better skill : 
 And as my just deserts, hir gentle hart did move, 
 She was content to answere thus : I am content to love. 
 
 BY these verses he ment in clowdes to discipher unto 
 Mistresse Fraunces such matter as she wold snatch at, 
 and yet could take no good hold of the same. Furthermore, 
 it aunswered very aptly to the note whiche the musicke 
 sounded, as the skilfull reader by due triall may approve. 
 This singing daunce, or daunsing song ended, Mistresse 
 Fraunces giving due thanks, seemed weary also of the copany, 
 and profering to departe, gave yet this farewell to Ferdinando 
 not vexed by choller, but pleased with contentation, & called 
 away by heavy sleepe : I am constreyned (quod she) to bid you 
 good night, and so turning to the rest of the company, tooke hir 
 leave. Then the Maister of the house commaunded a torch to 
 light Ferdinando to his lodging, where the sodaine chaunge of 
 his Mistresse countenance, togither with the straungenesse of 
 Mistresse Fraunces talke, made such an encounter in his mind, 
 that he could take no reste that night : wherefore in the 
 morning rising very earely (although it were farre before his 
 Mistresse hower) he cooled his choller by walking in the 
 Gallery neare to hir lodging, and there in this passion co[m]piled 
 these verses following. 
 
 A 
 
 Cloud of care hath covred all my coste, 
 And stormes of strife doo threaten to appeare . 
 The waves of woo, which I mistrusted moste, 
 Have broke the bankes wherein my life lay cleere : 
 Chippes of ill chaunce, are fallen amyd my choyce, 
 To marre the mynd, that ment for to rejoyce. 
 
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 Before I sought, I founde the haven of hap, 
 Wherin (once found) I sought to shrowd my ship, 
 But lowring love hath lifte me from hir lap, 
 And crabbed lot beginnes to hang the lip : 
 The proppes of darke mistrust do fall so thick, 
 They pearce my coate, and touch my skin at quick. 
 
 What may be saide, where truth cannot prevailed 
 What plea maie serve, where will it selfe is judge ? 
 What reason rules, where right and reason faile ? 
 Remedilesse then must the guiltlesse trudge: 
 And seeke out care, to be the carving knife, 
 To cut the thred that lingreth such a life. 
 
 F. J. 
 
 THis is but a rough meeter, and reason, for it was devised 
 in great disquiet of minde, and written in rage, but to 
 the matter. When he had long (and all in vaine) looked for 
 the coming of his Mistresse into hir appoynted walke : he 
 wandred into the Parke neere adjoyning to the Castle wall, 
 where his chaunce was to meete Mistres F\f]aunces, accompanied 
 with one other Gentle woman, by whome hee passed with a 
 reverence of curtesie : and so walking on, came into the side 
 of a thicket, where he satte downe under a tree to allay his 
 sadnesse with solitarines. Mystresse Fraunces, partely of 
 curtesie and affeclion, and partly to content hir minde by 
 continuance of such talke as they had commenced over night, 
 entreated hir companion to goe with hir unto this Tree of 
 reformation, whereas they founde the Knight with hys armes 
 foulded in a heavy kinde of contemplation, unto whome 
 Mistresse Fraunces stepped a pace (right softhlye) and at unwares 
 gave this salutation. I little thought Syr Knight (quoth shee) 
 by your Evensong yesternight, to have founde you presentlye 
 at suche a Morrow Masse, but I perceyve you serve your Saint 
 with double devotion : and I pray God graunt you treable 
 meede for youre true intent. He being taken thus upon the 
 sodaine, coulde none otherwise aunswere but thus : I toulde you 
 mistres (quod, hee) that I coulde laugh without lust, and jest 
 without joye : and therewithall starting up, with a more bold 
 
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 countenaunce came towards the Dames, proffering unto them 
 his service, to waight upon them homewardes. I have hearde 
 saye ofte times (quod Mistresse Fraunqi) that it is harde to 
 serve two Maysters at one time, but we wyll be ryght glad of 
 your company. I thanke you (quod hee) and so walking on 
 with them, fell into sundrye discourses, still refusing to touche 
 any part of theyr formor communication, untill Mystresse 
 Fraunces sayde unto him : by my troth (quod shee) I woulde 
 bee your debtour these two daies, to aunswere me truely but 
 unto one question that I will propound : fayre Gentlewoman 
 (quod he) you shall not neede to become my debtour, but if it 
 please you to quit question by question, I will bee more readye 
 to gratifie you in this request, then eyther reason requireth, or 
 than you woulde be willing to worke my contentation. Maister 
 Fardinando Jeronomii (quod she, & that sadly) peradventure you 
 know but a litle how willing I would be to procure your con- 
 densation, but you know that hitherto familliarytie hath taken 
 no deepe roote beetwixt us twaine. And though I finde in you 
 no manner of cause whereby I might doubt to commit this or 
 greater matter unto you, yet have I stayed hitherto so to doe, 
 in doubt least you might thereby justlie condemne me both of 
 arrogancy and lacke of discretio, wherwith I must yet foolishlye 
 affirme, that I have with great paine brydeled my tongue from 
 disclosing the same unto you. Suche is then the good will 
 that I beare towardes you, the which if you rather judge to be 
 impudencie, then a friendely meaning, I may then curse the 
 hower that I first concluded thus to deale with you : herewithall 
 beeing nowe redde for chaste bashefulnesse, shee abased hir 
 eies, and staied hir taulke : to whome Fardinando thus aunswered. 
 Mystresse Fraunces, if I shoulde with so exceeding villanye 
 requight suche and so exceeding great courtesye, I might not 
 onelye seeme to digenerate from all gentrye, but also to differre 
 in behaviour from all the reste of my lyfe spent : wherfore to 
 be playne with you in fewe wordes I thinke my selfe so muche 
 bounde unto you for divers respects, as if abilitie doe not fayle 
 me, you shall finde mee mindefull in requitall of the same, and 
 for disclosing your mind to me, you may if so i[t] please you 
 adventure it without adventure, for by this Sunne quod he, I 
 will not deceyve such trust as you shall laye uppon mee, and 
 furthermore, so farre foorth as I may, I will be yours in any 
 
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 respect : wherfore I beseech you accept me for your faithfull 
 Ju&ady. and so shall you surely finde me. Not so, quoTHsriee, 
 but you shalbe my Trust, if you vouchsafe the name, and I 
 wilbe to you as you shall please to tearme me : my Hope (quod 
 hee) if you be so pleased : and thus agreed, they two walked a 
 parte from the other Gentlewoman, and fell into sad talke, 
 wherein Mistresse Fraunces dyd verye curteousely declare unto 
 him, that in deede, one cause of hir sorrow sustained in his 
 behalfe, was that he had sayde so openly over night, that hee 
 coulde not love, for she perceyved verye well the affeition 
 betweene him and Madame Elynor, and shee was also advertised 
 that Dame Elynor stoode in the portall of hir chamber, harkening 
 to the talke that they hadde at supper that night, wherefore she 
 seemed to be sorry that such a worde (rashely escaped) might 
 become great hinderaunce unto his desire : but a greater cause 
 of hir griefe was (as shee declared) that his happe was to bestow 
 his liking so unworthylye, for shee seemed to accuse Dame 
 Elinor, for the most unconstant woman living : In full proofe 
 whereof, she bewrayed unto him, how she the same Dame 
 Elynor, had long time bene yelded to the Minion Secretary, whom 
 I have befor described : in whome though there be (quod she) no 
 one poynt of woorthinesse, yet shame th she not to use him as 
 hir dearest friend, or rather hir holiest Idoll and that this not 
 withstanding Dame Elynor had bene also sundry tymes woone 
 to choyce of chaunge, as she named unto Ferdinando two* 
 Gentlemen wherof the one was named Hercule Donaty, and 
 the other Haniball de Cosmis^by whom she was during sundrie 
 times of their severall aboad in those countries, entreated to 
 like courtisie: for these causes the Dame Fraunces seemed to 
 mislike his choyce, and to lament that she doubted in processe 
 of time to see him abused. 
 
 The experiment she ment was this, for that she thought 
 Ferdenando (I use Bartelloes wordes) a man in every respedt 
 very worthy to have the severall use of a more commodious 
 common, she hopped now to see if his inclosure there of might 
 be defensible against hir sayd Secretary, and such like. These 
 thinges and divers other of great importaunce, this courteouse 
 Lady Fraunces dyd friendly disclose unto hym, and further 
 more, did both instrudt and advise him to proceede in his 
 enterprise. Nowe to make my talke good, and least the 
 
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 Reader might bee drawen in a jelose suppose of this Lady 
 
 Fraunces, I must let you understand y* she was a virgin of 
 
 rare chastity, singuler capacitie, notable modestie, & excelent 
 
 beauty : and though "Ferdenando JeronimiT\aSi 1 'c2&\. his affeftion 
 
 on the other (being a [married] woman) yet was there in their 
 
 beauties no great difference : but in all other good giftes a 
 
 wonderfull diversitie, as much as might betwene constancie & 
 
 fl[itt]ing fantasie, betwene womanly coutenaunce and girlish 
 
 garishnes, betwene hot dissimulation & temperat fidelity. Now 
 
 if any man wil curiously aske the question why he should chuse 
 
 the one and leave y e other, over & besides y e comon proverbe 
 
 [So mani men so manie mindes) thus may be answered we see by 
 
 common experience, that the highest flying faucon, doth more 
 
 comonly praye upon the corn fed crow & the simple shiftles 
 
 dove, then on y e mounting kyte : & why ? because the one 
 
 is overcome with lesse difficultye then that other. Thus much 
 
 in defence of this Lady Fraunces, & to excuse the choyce of 
 
 Ferdenando who thought himself now no lesse beholding to 
 
 good fortune, to have found such a trusty friend, then bounden 
 
 to Dame Venus, to have wonne such a Mistres. And to returne 
 
 unto my pretence, understand you, that he (being now with 
 
 these two fair Ladies come very neere the castle) grew in some 
 
 jelouse doubt (as on his own /behalf) whether he wer best to 
 
 break copany or not. Whe his assured Hope, perceiving the 
 
 same, gan thus recofort him : good sir (quod she) if you trusted 
 
 your trusty frieds, you should not neede thus cowardly to stad 
 
 in dread of your friendly-enimies. Well said in faith (quod 
 
 Ferdinadd) & I must confesse, you were in my bosome before 
 
 I wist : but yet I have heard said often, that in Trust is treason. 
 
 Wei spoke for your self quod his Hope. Ferdinando now 
 
 remebring that he had but erewhile taken upon him the name 
 
 of hir Trust, came home per miserkordiam, when his Hope 
 
 entring the Castle gate, caught hold of his lap, & half by force 
 
 led him by the gallery unto his Mistres chamber : wheras after 
 
 a litle dissembling disdain, he was at last by the good helpe of 
 
 his Hope, right thakfully received : & for his Mistresse was now 
 
 ready to dine, he was -therfore for y* time arested there, & a 
 
 supersedias sent into the great chamber unto the Lord of the 
 
 house, who expected his coming out of the parke. The dinner 
 
 ended, & he throughly contented both with welfare & wel- 
 
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 come, they fell into sundry devices of pastime : at last Ferdinando 
 taking into his had a Lute that lay on his Mistresse bed, did 
 unto the note of the Venetian galliard apply the Italian dittie 
 written by the worthy Bradamant unto y e noble Rugier, as 
 Ariosto hath it. Rugier qual semper fui, &c. but his Mistres 
 could not be quiet until! she heard hym repeat the Tinternell 
 which he used over night, the whiche he refused not [, at end] 
 wherof his Mistres thinking how she had shewed hir selfe [to 
 earnest] to use any further dissimulation, especially perceyvyng 
 the toward enclination of hir servants Hope, fel to flat and 
 playne dealing & walked to the window, call[ing] hir servaunt 
 apart unto hir, of whom she demaunded secretly and in sad 
 earnest, who devised this Tinternell} My Fathers Sisters 
 brothers sonne (quod he). His mistres laughing right hartely, 
 demaunded yet again, by whome the same was figured : by a 
 niece to an Aunt of yours, Mistres (quod he). Well then 
 servaunt quoth shee, I sweare unto you by my Fathers Soule, 
 y l my mothers youngest daughter, doth love your fathers eldest 
 sone above any c[r]eature living. Fardenando hereby recomforted 
 gan thus replie. Mistres, though my fathers eldest son be far 
 unworthy of so noble a match, yet since it pleaseth hir so wel 
 to except him, I would thus much say behind his ba[c]k, y l your 
 mothers daughter hath done him some wrong : and wherein 
 servaunt (quod she) : by my troth Mistres (quod he) it is not 
 yet xx. houres, since without touch of brest, she gave him such 
 a nip by the harte, as did altogether bereave him his nightes 
 rest with the bruse therof. Well servaunt (quod she) content 
 your selfe, for your sake, I will speake to hyr to provyde hym 
 a playster, the which I my selfe will applye to hys hurt : And 
 to the ende it maye worke the better wyth hym, I will purvay 
 a lodging for hym, wher hereafter he maye sleepe at more 
 quiet. 
 
 This sayd: the rosie hewe dis[t]ained hir sikely chekes, and 
 she returned to the copany, leaving Ferdinando ravished betwene 
 hope and dread, as on that could neither conjecture the meaning 
 of hir misticall wordes, nor assuredly trust unto the knot of hyr 
 sliding affe&iones. When the Lady Fraunces, coming to him, 
 demaunded, what dream you sir ? Yea mary doe I fayre 
 Lady (quod he). And what was your dream, sir (quod she) ? 
 I dreamt (quod he) that walking in a pleasaunt garden garnished 
 
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 with sundrye delights, my hap was to espie hanging in the 
 
 ayre, a hope wherin I might well beholde the aspeftes and face 
 
 of the heavens, and calling to remembrance the day and hower 
 
 of my nativety, I did therby (accordyng to my small skil in 
 
 Astronomy) trie the conclusion of mine adventures. And what 
 
 found you therin (quod Dame Frounces) ? you awaked me out 
 
 of my dreame (quod he) or ells peradventure you should not 
 
 have knowen. I beleeve you well (quod the lady Fraunces) 
 
 and laughing at his quicke aunswere brought him by the hande 
 
 unto the rest of his company : where he taryed not long before 
 
 his gracious Mystresse badde him to farewel, and to keepe his 
 
 houre there againe when he should by hir be sommoned. 
 
 Hereby hee passed the rest of that daye in hope awayting the 
 
 happie tyme when his Mystresse shoulde sende for him. Supper 
 
 time came, and passed over, and not long after came the hande- 
 
 mayde of the Lady Elynor into the great chamber desiering him 
 
 to repayre unto their Mistresse, the which he willingly acom- 
 
 plished : and being nowe entred into hyr chamber, he might 
 
 perceyve his Mystresse in hir nightes attyre, preparing hir selfe 
 
 towards bed, to whome Fardinando sayde : Why how now 
 
 mystresse ? I hadde thought this night to have seene you 
 
 daunce (at least or at last) amongst us ? By my troth good 
 
 Servaunt (q[u]oth shee) I adventured so soone unto the great 
 
 Chamber yeasternyght, that I finde my selfe somewhat sickelye 
 
 disposed, and therefore doe strayne courtesye (as you see) to goe 
 
 the sooner to my bedde this night : but before I sleepe (quoth 
 
 she) I am to charge you with a matter of wayght, and taking 
 
 him a parte from the rest, declared that (as that present night) 
 
 shee woulde talke with him more at large in the gallery neere 
 
 adjoyning to hir chamber. Hereupon Ferdinando discreetely 
 
 dissimuling his joy, toke his leave & returned into the great 
 
 chamber, where he had not long continued before the Lord of 
 
 the Castell commaunded a torch to light him unto his lodging, 
 
 wheras he prepared himselfe and went to bed, commaunding 
 
 his servaunt also to go to his rest. And when he thought as 
 
 well his servaunt, as the rest of the houshold to be safe, he 
 
 arose againe, & taking his night gowne, did under the same 
 
 convey his naked sword, and so walked to the gallerie, where 
 
 he founde his good Mistresse walkyng in hir night gowne and 
 
 attending his comming. The Moone was nowe at the full, 
 
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 the skies cleare, and the weather temperate, by reason whereof 
 he might the more playnely [an]d with the greater contentation 
 behold his long desired joyes : and spreading his armes abrode 
 to embrace his loving Mistresse, hee sayde : oh my deare Lady 
 when shall I be able with any deserte to countervayle the least 
 parte of this your bountifull goodnesse ? The Dame (whether 
 it were of feare in deede, or that the wylinesse of womanhoode 
 had taught hir to cover hir conceites with some fine dissimula- 
 tion) stert backe from the Knight, and shriching (but softly) 
 sayd unto him. Alas servaunt what have I deserved, that you 
 come agaynst mee with naked sword as against an open enimie. 
 Ferdinando perceyving hir intent excused himselfe, declaryng 
 that he brought the same for their defence, and not to offende 
 hir in any wise. 
 
 The Ladie beyng therewith somewhat apeased they began i 
 with more comfortable gesture to expell the dread of the sayd i 
 late affright, and sithence to become bolder of behaviour, more ; 
 familiar in speeche, and moste kinde in accomplishing of 
 common comfort. But why holde I so long discourse in 
 describyng the joyes whiche (for lacke of like experience) L 
 cannot set out to the full ? Well, remedie was there none, 
 but dame Elynor muste returne unto hir chamber, and he muste 
 also convey himselfe (as closely as might be) into his chamber, 
 the which was hard to do, the day being so farre sprong, and 
 he having a large base court to passe over before he could 
 recover his staire foote dore. And though he were not much 
 perceived, yet the Lady Fraunces being no lesse desirous to see 
 an issue of these interprises, then he was willing to cover them 
 in secrecy, laid watch, & even at the entring of his chamber 
 doore, perceived the poynt of his naked sworde glistring under 
 the skyrt of his nyght gowne : whereat she smiled & sayd to 
 hir selfe, this geare goeth well aboute. Well Ferdenando having 
 now recovered his chamber he went to bede, there let him 
 sleepe, as his mistrisse did on the otherside. Although the 
 Lady Fraunces being throughly tickled now in al the vaynes, 
 could not enjoye such quiet rest, but arising toke another gentle 
 woman of the house with hir, and walked into the parke to 
 take the fresh ayre of the morning. They had not long 
 walked there, but they returned, and thoug[h] Ferdenando 
 feronimii had not yet slept sufficiently, for one which had so 
 
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 farre travayled in the night past, yet they went in to his 
 chamber to rayse him, and comming to his beds side, found 
 him fast on slep. Alias quod that other gentle woman, it 
 were pitye to awake him : even so it were quod dame Fraunces, 
 but wee wil take away som what of his, wherby he may per- 
 ceive that we were here, and loking about the chamber, hys 
 naked sword presented it selfe to the handes of dame Fraunces, 
 who tooke it with her, and softly shutting hys chamber dore 
 agayne, went downe the stayres and recovered hir owne lodging, 
 in good order and unperceyved of any body, saving only that 
 other gentle woman which accompanied with hir. At the last 
 Ferdenando awaked, and apparrelling hym selfe, walked out 
 also to take the ayre, and being throughly recomforted aswell 
 with remembraunce of his joyes forepassed, as well with the 
 pleasaunt hermony which the Brides made on every side, and 
 the fragrant smel of the redolent flowers and blossomes whiche 
 budded on every braunche : hee did in these delightes compyle 
 these verses following called a mooneshyne banquete. 
 
 DAme Cinthia her selfe {that shines so bright, 
 And dayneth not to leave hir loftie place : 
 But onely then, when Phoebus shewes his face. 
 Which is her brother borne and lendes hir light,) 
 Disdaind not yet to do my Lady right: 
 To prove that in such heavenly wightes as she, 
 It fitteth best that right and reason be. 
 For when she spied my Ladies golden rates, 
 Into the cloudes, 
 Hir head she shroudes, 
 And shamed to shine where she hir beames displaies. 
 
 Good reason yet, that to my simple skill, 
 I should the name of Cynthia adore : 
 By whose high helpe, I might beholde the more, 
 My Ladies lovely lookes at mine owne will, 
 With deepe content, to ga\z]e, and gaze my fill: 
 Of courtesie and not of darcke disdaine, 
 Dame Cy\n\thia disclosde my Lady plaine. 
 Shee did but lende hir light (as for a lite) 
 
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 With friendely grace, 
 
 To shew hir face, 
 
 That else would shew and shine in hir dispight. 
 
 Dan Phoebus hee with many a lowring looke, 
 
 Had hir behelde [of~\ yore in angrie wise : 
 
 And when he coulde none other meane devise 
 
 To staine hir name, this deepe deceit he tooke, 
 
 To be the baite that best might hide his hooke : 
 
 Into hir eies his parching beames he cast, 
 
 To skorche their skinnes, that gaz , d on hir full fast : 
 
 Whereby when many a man was sunne burnt so 
 
 They thought my Queene, 
 
 The sonne had beene, 
 
 With skalding flames, which wrought them all that wo, 
 
 [So~\ that when many a looke had lookt so long, 
 As that their eyes were dimme and dazaled both : 
 Some fainting heartes that were both leude and loth 
 To looke agayne from whence that error sprang, 
 Gan close their eye for feare of farther wrong: 
 And some againe once drawen into the maze, 
 Gan leudly blame the beames of beauties blaze : 
 But I with deepe foresight did soone espie, 
 How phcebus ment, 
 By false intent, 
 To slaunder so her name with crueltie. 
 
 Wherefore at better leasure thought I best, 
 
 To trie the treason of his trecherie : 
 
 And to exalt my Ladies dignitie 
 
 When Phoebus fled and drewe him downe to rest. 
 
 Amid the waves that waiter in the west, 
 
 I gan behold this lovely Ladies face, 
 
 Whereon dame nature spent hir giftes of grace : 
 
 And found therein no parching heat at all, 
 
 But such bright hew, 
 
 As might renew, 
 
 An Aungels joyes in raigne celestiall. 
 
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 The courteouse Moone that wisht to do me good, 
 
 Did shine to shew my dame more perfectly, 
 
 But when she sawe hir passing jollitie, 
 
 The Moone for shame, did blush as red as bloud, 
 
 And shrounke a side and kept hir homes in t hoode : 
 
 So that now when Dame Cynthia was gone, 
 
 I might enjoye my Ladies lakes alone, 
 
 Tet honoured still the Moone with true intent: 
 
 Who taught us skill, 
 
 To worke our will, 
 
 And gave us place, till all the night was spent. 
 
 F. J. 
 
 ANd now to retume to my tale, by that time, that hee 
 X~V returned out of the parke, it was dinner time, and at 
 dynner they all met, I meane both dame Elynor, dame Fraunces 
 & Ferdenando. I leave to discribe that the Lady Fraunces was 
 gorgiously attyered, and set forth with very brave apparell, and 
 Madame Elynor onely in hir night gowne gyrt to hir, with a 
 coyfe trymmed Alia Piedmonteze, on the whiche she ware a little 
 cap[p]e crossed over the crow[n]e with two bandes of yellowe 
 Sarcenet or Cipresse, in the middest whereof she had placed 
 (of hir owne hand writing) in paper this worde, Contented. 
 This attyre pleased hir then to use, and could not have dis- 
 pleased Mistresse Fraunces, had she not ben more privy to the 
 cause, then to the thing it selfe : at least the Lorde of the 
 Castle, of ignnoraunce, and dame Fraunces, of great tempor- 
 aunce, let it passe without offence. At dinner, bicause the on 
 was pleased with al former reconinges, and the other partye 
 privie to the accopt, there passed no word of taunt or grudg[e]d, 
 but omnia bene. After dynner dame Elinor being no lesse 
 desirous to have Ferdinandos compani, then dame Frances was 
 to take him in some prety trippe, they began to question how 
 they might best passe the day : the Lady Elinor seemed desirous 
 to kepe her chamber, but Mistresse Fraunces (for another pur- 
 pose) seemed desirous to ride abroade, therby to take the open 
 ayre : they greed to ride a mile or twayne for solace, and 
 requested Ferdinando to accompany them, the which willingly 
 graunted. Eche one parted from other, to prepare them 
 
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 selves & nowe began the sport, for when he was booted, his 
 horses sadled, and he ready to ride, he gari misse his Rapier, 
 wherat al astonied he began to blame his man, but blame whom 
 he would, found it could not be. At last the Ladies going 
 towardes the horsebacke called for him in the base Court, and 
 demaunded if he were readie : to whome hee aunswered, 
 Madame, I am more than readie, and yet not so ready as I 
 would be, and immediatly taking him selfe in trip, he thought 
 best to utter no more of his conceipt, but in hast more than 
 good spede mounted his horse, & comming toward y e dames 
 presented himselfe, turning, bounding, & taking up his courser 
 to the uttermost of his power in bravery : after suffering his 
 horse to breath him selfe, he gan also allay his owne choller, 
 & to the dames he sayd. Fayre Ladyes I am ready when it 
 pleaseth you to ride where so you commaund. How ready so 
 ever you be servaunt, quod dame Elynor, it seemeth your horse 
 is readier at your commaunde then at oures. If he bee at my 
 commaund Mistresse (quod he) he shall be at yours. Gramercye 
 good servaunte (quod shee) but my meanyng is, that I feare he 
 be to stirring for our copany. If he prove so mistres (quod he) 
 I have here a soberer palfray to serve you on. The Dames 
 being mounted they rode forthwardes by the space of a mile 
 or very neare, & Ferdinand? (whether it were of his horses 
 corage or his owne choller came not so neare them as they 
 wished) at last the Lady Fraunces sayde unto him, mayster 
 Jeron\t\my you sayde that you had a sober horse, which if it be 
 so, we would bee glad of your company but I beleve by your 
 countenaunce your horse and you are agreed. Ferdinando 
 alighting called his servaunt, chaunged horses with him, and 
 over taking the Dames, sayd to Mistres Fraunces : And why 
 doe you think fayre Lady that my horse and I are agreed ? 
 Because by your countenaunce (quod she) it seemeth your 
 patience is stirred. In good faith, quod he, you have gessed 
 aright, but not with any of you. . The we care the lesse 
 servaunt, quod Dame Elynor. By my troth Mistresse, quod 
 he (looking wel about him that none might heare but they 
 two) it is with my servaunt, who hath lost my sword out of 
 my chamber. Dame Elinor litle remembring the occasion, 
 replied it is no matter servaunt, quod she, you shall heare of 
 it againe, I warrant you, and presently wee ryde in Gods 
 
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 peace, and I trust shall have no neede of it : yet Mistres quod 
 he, a we*apo serveth both uses, as well to defed, as to offend. 
 Now [by my] troth, quod Dame Fraunces, I have now my 
 dreame, for I dreamt this night that I was in a pleasaunt 
 Tnedow alone, where I met with a tall Gentleman, apparrelled 
 in a night gowne of silke, all embroadered about with a garde 
 of naked swordes, and when he came towards me I seemed to 
 be afrayd of him, but he recomforted me saying, be not afrayd 
 fayre Lady, for I use this garment onely for mine owne 
 defence : and in this sort went that warrelike God Mars, 
 what time hee taught Dame Venus to make Vulcan a hammer 
 of the new fashion. Notwithstanding these comfortable words, 
 the fright of the dreame awaked me, and sithens unto this 
 hower I have not slept at al. And what time of the night 
 dreamt you this quod Fardinando ? In the grey morning about 
 dawning of the day, but why aske you quod Dame Frances ? 
 Ferdenando with a great sigh answered, because that dreames 
 are to bee marked more at some hower of the night, then at 
 some other ? why are you so cunning at the interpretation of 
 dreames servaunt ? (quod the Ladye Elinor) : not very conning 
 Mistres quod he, but gesse like a young scholler. The Dames 
 continued in these and like pleasaunt talkes : but Jeron\i\nui 
 coulde not be mery, as on that estemed the preservation of his 
 mistres honor, no [lesse] then the obteyning of his owne delightes, 
 and yet to avoyd further suspicion, he repressed his passions, 
 as much as hee could. The Lady Elynor (more carelesse then 
 considerative of hir owne case) pricking forwardes sayd softly to 
 him, I had thought you had received small cause servaunt to be 
 thus dumpish, when I would be mery. Alas deere mistresse 
 quod he, it is altogether for your sake, that I am pensife : 
 Dame Fraunces of courtesie with drewe hir selfe and gave them 
 leave, when as Ferdinado declared unto his Mistres, that his 
 sworde was taken out of his chamber, and that he dreaded 
 much by the wordes of the Lady Fraunces, that she had some 
 understanding of the mater. Dame Elynor now calling to 
 remembrance what had passed the same night, at the first was 
 abashed, but immediatly (for these women be redily witted) 
 chered hir servaunt, and willed him to commit unto hir the 
 salving of that sore. Thus they passed the rest of the way in 
 pleasaunt talke with dame Fraunces, and so returned towards 
 
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 the Castle where Jeronimy suffered the two dames to go 
 together, and he alone unto his chamber to bewayle hys own 
 misgovernment. But dame Elynor (whether it were according 
 to olde custome, or by wilye pollycye) founde meane that nyght, 
 that the sworde was conveyed out of Mistres Fraunces chamber, 
 and brought unto hirs : and after redeliverye of it unto hir 
 servaunt, she warned hym to be more wary from that time 
 forthwardes: afterward when he grew more bold and better 
 aquaynted with his Mistris disposition, hee adventured one 
 Frydaye in the morning to go unto hir Chamber, and there- 
 upon wrote as followeth : which he termed a Frydayes 
 Breakefast. 
 
 THat selfe same day, and of that day that hower, 
 When she doth raigne, that mockt Vulcan the smith, 
 And thought it meete to harbor in hir bower, 
 Some gallant gest for hir to dally with, 
 That blessed houre, that blist and happie daye, 
 I thought it meete, with has tie steppes to go 
 Unto the lodge, wherin my Lady laye, 
 To laugh for joye, or else to weepe for woe. ' 
 And lo, my Lady of hir wonted grace, 
 First lent hir lippes to me (as for a kisse) 
 And after that hir bodye to imbrace, 
 Wherein dame nature wrought nothing amisse. 
 What followed next, gesse you that know the trade, 
 For in this sort, my F\r\y dales feast I made. 
 
 F. J. 
 
 MAny dayes passed these two lovers with great delight, 
 their afrayres being no lesse politiquely governed, then 
 happilye atchived. And surelye it should seeme in sadde 
 earnest, that hee did not onely love hir, but was furthermore 
 so ravished in extasies with continuall remembraunce of his 
 delights, that he made an Idoll of hir in his inwarde conceyte. 
 So seemeth it by this challenge to beautie, which [h]e wrote in 
 hir prayse and uppon hir name. 
 
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 BEautie shut up thy shop, and trusse up all thy trash, 
 My Nell hath stolne thy finest stujfe, & left thee in the lash 
 Thy market now is marde, thy gaines are gone god wot, 
 Thou hast no ware, that maie compare, with this that I have got 
 As for thy painted pale, and wrinckles surfed up : 
 Are deare ynough, for such as ■ lust to drinke of every cup : 
 Thy bodies bolstred out, with bumbacl and with bagges, 
 Thy rowles, thy ruffes, thy caules, thy coifes, thy Jerkins & thy 
 Thy curling, and thy cost, thy friesling and thy fare, Jag&es- 
 To court to court with al those tois & there set forth such ware 
 Before their hungrie eies, that gaze on every gest, 
 And choose the cheapest chafifaire still, to please their fancy best. 
 But I whose stedfast eies, coulde never cast a glaunce, 
 With wadring lake, amid the prese, to take my choise by chauce 
 Have wonne by due desert, a peece that hath no peere, 
 And left the rest as refuse all, to serve the market there : 
 There let him chuse that list, there catche the best who can : 
 A painted blazing baite may serve, to choke a gazing man. 
 But I have slipt thy flower, that freshest is of hewe : 
 I have thy come, goe sell thy chaffe, I list to seeie no new, 
 The windowes of mine eies, are glazed with such delight, 
 As eche new face seemes full of faultes, that blaseth in my sight : 
 And not without just cause, I can compare her so, 
 Loe here my glove I challenge him, that can, or dare say no. 
 Let Theseus come with clubbe, or Paris bragge with brand, 
 To prove how f aire their Hellen was, that skourg'd the Grecia land : 
 Let mighty Mars himselfe, come armed to the field : 
 And vaunt dame Venus to defied, with helmet, speare, & shield. 
 This hand that had good hap, my Hellen to embrace, 
 Shal have like lucie to [foyle\ hir foes, & daut them with disgrace. 
 And cause them to confesse by verdi& and by othe, 
 How fiarre hir lovelie lookes do steine, the beauties of them both. 
 And that my Hellen is more fiaire then Paris wife, 
 And doth deserve more famous praise, -then Venus for hir life. 
 Which if I not perfourme, my life then let me leese, 
 Or else be bound in chaines of change, to begge for beuties feese. 
 
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 BY this challenge I gesse, that eyther he was than in an 
 extasie, or else, sure I am nowe in a lunacie, for it is a 
 prowde challenge made to Beautie hir selfe, and all hir com- 
 panions : and imagining that Beautie having a shoppe where 
 she uttered hir wares of all sundry sortes, his Ladie had stollen 
 the fynest away, leaving none behind hir, but paynting, bolstring, 
 forcing and such like, the whiche in his rage he judgeth good 
 inough to serve the Courte : and thereupon grewe a great 
 quarrell. When these verses were by the negligence of his 
 Mistresse dispersed into sundry handes, and so at last to the 
 reading of a Courtier. Well Ferdinando had his desire, yf his 
 Mistresse lyked them, but as Bartello writeth, shee grewe in 
 jelousie, that the same were not written by hir, because hir 
 name was Elynor and not Hellen. And about this point have 
 been divers and sundry opinions among the Venetians, for this 
 & divers other of his most notable Poems, have come to view 
 of the world. And some have attributed this praise unto a 
 Hellen, who deserved not so well as this dame Elynor shoulde 
 seeme to deserve, and yet never a barrell of good herring 
 betweene them both : But that other Hellen, because she 
 was sayeth Bartello, of so base conditions, as may deserve no 
 maner comendation in any honest judgement, therefore he 
 thinketh that he would never bestow verse of so meane a 
 subjedt. And yet some of his acquaintaunce knowing also 
 that he was sometimes acquainted with Hellen, have stoade 
 in argument, that it was written by Hellen, & not by Elynor. 
 Well mine aufthor affirmeth that it was written by this Dame 
 Elynor, and that unto hir he thus alledged, that he tooke it all 
 for one name, or at least he never read of any Elynor suche 
 matter as might sound worthy like commendation, for beautie. 
 And in deede considering all circumstaunces of histories, and 
 comparing also the time that suche reportes do spreade of his 
 acquaintaunce with Hellen, it cannot be written lesse then sixe 
 or seven yeeres before he knewe Hellen : marrye peradventure 
 if there were any acquaintaunce betweene him and that Hellen 
 afterwardes, he might adapt it to hir name, and so make it 
 serve boath their turnes, as elder lovers have done before, and 
 still doe, and wyll doe world without ende. Wei by whome he 
 wrote it I know not, and to returne to the purpose, he sought 
 
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 more certainelye to please his Mistresse Elynor with this Sonet 
 written in hir praise as followeth. 
 
 THE stately Dames of Rome, their Pearles did weare, 
 About their neckes to beautifie their name: 
 But she {whome I doe serve) hir pearles doth beare, 
 Close in hir mouth, and smiling shewe, the same. 
 No wonder then, though ev'ry word she speakes, 
 A Jewell seeme in judgement of the wise, 
 Since that hir sugred tongue the passage breakes, 
 Betweene two rockes, bedeckt with pearles of price. 
 Hir haire of golde, hir front of Ivory, 
 (A bloody heart within so white a breast) 
 Hir teeth of Pearle lippes Rubie, christall eye, 
 Needes must I honour hir above the rest : 
 Since she is fourmed of none other moulde, 
 But Rubie, Christall, Ivory, Pearle, and Golde. 
 
 Ferdinando Jeronimy. 
 
 OF this Sonet, were it not a lyttle to muche prayse (as the 
 Italians do most commonly offend in the superlative) 1 
 could [the] more commend it : but I hope the party to whome it 
 was dedicated had rather it were much more, than any thing 
 lesse. Wei, thus these twoo Lovers passed many daies in 
 exceeding contentation, & more than speakable pleasures, in 
 which time Ferdinando did compile very many verses according 
 to sundrye occasions proffred, and they were for the most parte 
 sauced with a taste of glory, as you know that in such cases a 
 lover being charged with inexprimable joyes, and therewith 
 enjoyned both by duety and discrecion to keepe the same 
 covert, can by no meanes devise a greater consolation, than to 
 commit it into some cyphred wordes, and figured speaches, in 
 verse, whereby he feeleth his heart halfe (or more than halfe) 
 eased of swelling. For as sighes are some present ease to the 
 pensive minde, even so we find by experience, that such secreete 
 entercomoning of joyes doeth encrease delight. I would not 
 have you conster my wordes to this efFeft, that I thinke a man 
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 he empart the same to others : God forbid that ever I should 
 enter into such an herisie, for I have alwayes bene of this 
 opinion, that as to be fortunate in love, is one of the most 
 inward contentations to mans mind of all earthly joyes : even 
 so if hee do but once bewray y e same to any living creature, 
 immediatly either dread of discovering doth bruse his brest with 
 an intollerable burden, or els he leeseth the principall vertue 
 which gave effe£t to his gladnes, not unlyke to a Poticares pot, 
 which being filled with sweete oyntmentes or perfumes, doth 
 retayne in it selfe some sent of the same, and being powred out 
 doeth returne to the former state, hard, harsh, and of small 
 savour: So the mind being fraught with delightes, as long as 
 it can kepe them secretly enclosed, may continually feede upon 
 the pleasaunt record thereof, as the wel wylling and readie 
 horse byteth on the bridle, but having once disclosed them to 
 any other, straight waye we loose the hidden treasure of the 
 same, and are oppressed with sundry doubtfull opinions and 
 dreadfull conceiptes. And yet for a man to record unto him 
 selfe in the inward contemplation of his mind, the often 
 remembrance of his late received joyes, doth as it were ease 
 the hearte of burden, and ad unto the mind a fresh supplie of 
 delight, yea, and in vearse principally (as I conceyve) a man 
 may best contrive his waye of comfort in him selfe. Therfore 
 as I have sayde Ferdinando swimming nowe in delightes did 
 nothing but writ such verse as might acumilat his joyes, to the 
 extremitie of pleasure, the which for that purpose he kept from 
 sight of y e world, as one more desirous to seme obscure & 
 defective, than overmuch to glory in his adventures, especially 
 for y l in the end his hap was as heavie, as hitherto he had ben 
 fortunate. And here I wyll surcease to rehearse any more of 
 his verses until I have expressed how y l his joyes being exalted 
 to the highest degree began to bend towards declinatio. For 
 now the unhappy Secretary whom I have before remebred, was 
 returned from Florence, on whom Fardinando had no soner cast 
 his eies, but immediatly he fell into a great passion of minde, 
 which might be copared unto a feaver. This fruit grew of the 
 good instructions y l his Hope had planted in his mind, whereby 
 I might take just occasion to forwarn every lover, how they 
 suffer this venemous serpent jelousie to creepe into their con- 
 ceipts : for surely, of al other diseases in love, I suppose that 
 
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 to be uncurable, and would hold longer discourse therin, were 
 it not yt both this tale & the verses of Fefdinando him selfe 
 hereafter to be recited, shalbe sufficiet to speake for me in this 
 behalf. The lover (as I say upon the sodain) was droven into 
 such a malladie, as no meate might nourishe his body, no 
 delightes please his minde, no remembrance of joyes forepassed 
 content him, nor any hope of the lyke to come might recomfort 
 him : hereat (some unto whome I have imparted this tale) have 
 take occasion to discomend his fainting heart, yet surely the 
 cause inwardly & deeply considered, I cannot so lightly con- 
 dempne him: for an old saying is, that everye man can give 
 councell better than followe it : and needes must the conflicts 
 of his thoughts be straunge : betweene the remembraunce of 
 his forepassed pleasure, and the present sight of this monster, 
 whom before (for lacke of like instruction) he had not so 
 throughlye marked and beheld. Well, such was the griefe 
 unto him, that he became sickly and kept his chamber. The 
 Ladies having received the newes thereof, gan al at once lament 
 his misfortune, & of common consent agreed to visit him : 
 they marched thither in good equipage, I warant you, and 
 foiid Ferdinando lying upon his bed languishing, who they all 
 saluted generally, and sought to recomfort : but especiallye his 
 Mistresse, having in hir hand a braunc[h]e of wyllow, wherewith 
 shee defended hir from the whot aire, gan thus say unto him : 
 Servaunt (quod she) for that I suppose your mallady to proceede 
 of none other cause but only slouthfulnesse, I have brought this 
 preaty rod to beate you a little : nothing doubting, but when 
 you feele the smart of a twig or twayne, you will like a 
 traceable yong scholler, pluck up your quickned spirits, & cast 
 this drowsinesse apart. Ferdinando with a great sigh answered : 
 Alas good Mistres (quod he) if any like chastisement might 
 quicke me, how much more might the presence of all you 
 lovely Dames recomfort my dulled mind? whome to behold, 
 were sufficient to revive an eye now dazled with the dread of 
 death : & that not onely for the heavenly aspefts whiche you 
 represent, but also much the more for your exceeding curtesie, 
 in that you have deigned to visit mee so unworthie a servaunt. 
 But good Mistresse (quod he) as it were shame for me to con- 
 fesse that ever my hart coulde yeelde for feare, so I assure you 
 that my minde cannot be content to induce infirmitie by 
 
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 sluggishe conceyt : But in trueth Mistresse I am sicke (quod 
 he,) and therewithall the trembling of his hart had sent up 
 suche throbbing into his throte, as that his voyce (now deprived 
 of breath) commaunded the tong to be still. When Dame 
 Elynor for compassion distilled into teares, and drew towardes 
 the window, leaving the other Gentlewomen about his bed, 
 who being no lesse sorye for his griefe, yet for that they were 
 none of them so touched in their secrete thoughtes, they had 
 bolder sprits and freeer speach to recomfort him, amongest the 
 rest the Lady Fraunces, (who in deede loved him deepely, and 
 could best conjecture the cause of his conceipts) sayd unto him : 
 Good Trust (quod shee) if any helpe of Phisick may cure your 
 maladie, I would not have you hurt your selfe with these 
 doubts whiche you seeme to retayne : If choice of Diet may 
 helpe, beholde us here (your cookes) ready to minister all things 
 needefull : if company may drive away your anoye, wee meane 
 not to leave you solitary, if griefe of mind be cause of your 
 infirmitie, wee all here will offer our devoyre to turne it into 
 joye : if mishap have given you cause to feare or dreade any 
 thing, remember Hope, which never fayleth to recomfort an 
 afflidted minde. And good Trust (quod she) (distreining his 
 hand right hartely) let this simple proofe of our poore good 
 willes bee so [ac]cepted of you, as that it maye work therby the 
 effeft of our desires. Ferdinando (as on in a traunce) had marked 
 very litle of hir curteouse talke, & yet gave hir thankes, and so 
 held his peace whereat the Ladyes (being all amazed) there 
 became a silence in the chamber on all sides. Dame Elynor 
 fearing thereby that she might the more easely be espyed, and 
 having nowe dryed up hir teares, retourned to hir servaunt, 
 recomforting him by all possible meanes of common curtesie, 
 promising that since in hir sicknes he had not only staunched 
 hir bleding, but also by his gentle company and sundry devices 
 of honest pastime, had driven a waye the pensivenes of hir 
 mind, she thought hir selfe bound with like willingnes to do 
 hir best in any thing that might restore his health, & taking 
 him by the hand said further. Good servaunte, if thou beare 
 in deed any true affection to thy poore Mistres, start upon thy 
 feet again, and let hir enjoye thine accustomed service to hir 
 cofort, for sure (quod she) I will never leave to visite this 
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 mee. Ferdinando hearyng the harty woordes of his Mistris, 
 
 and perceivyng the earnest maner of hir pronunciation, began 
 
 to receyve unspeakeable comfort in the same, and sayd : Mistris, 
 
 your exceedyng courtesie were able to revive a man half dead, 
 
 and to me it is bothe great comfort, and it doeth also gald my 
 
 remebrance, with a continual smart of myne owne unworthi- 
 
 nesse : but as I woulde desire no longer life, than til I might 
 
 be able to deserve some part of your boiity, so I wil endevor 
 
 my self to live, were it but only unto y l ende, y l I might 
 
 merite some parte of your favour with acceptable service, and 
 
 requight some deale the courtesie of all these other fayre Ladies, 
 
 who have so farre (above my deserts) deigned to doe me good. 
 
 Thus sayd, the Ladies taried not long before they were called 
 
 to Evensong, when his Mistres taking his hand, kissed it saying : 
 
 Farewel good servaunt, and I praye thee suffer not the mallice 
 
 of thy sickenesse to overcome the gentlenesse of thy good hart. 
 
 Fardinando ravished with joy, suffered them all to departe, and 
 
 was not able to pronounce one word. After their departure, 
 
 he gan cast in his mind the exceeding curtesie used towardes 
 
 him by them all, but above all other the bounty of his 
 
 Mystresse : and therwithall tooke a sound & firme opinion, 
 
 that it was not possible for hir to couterfeite so deepely (as in 
 
 deede I beleeve that shee then did not) wherby he sodenly felt 
 
 his hert greatly eased, and began in himselfe thus to reason. 
 
 Was ever man of so wretched a heart ? I am the most 
 
 bounden to love (quod he) of all them that ever p[rof]essed his 
 
 service, I enjoy one the fayrest that ever was found, and I 
 
 finde hir the kindest that ever was hearde of: yet in mine 
 
 owne wicked heart, I coulde vilanously conceyve that of hir, 
 
 which being compared with the rest of hir vertues, is not 
 
 possible to harbour in so noble a mind. Herby I have brought 
 
 my self without cause into this feeblenesse : and good reason 
 
 that for so high an offence, I should be punished with great 
 
 infirmitie : what shall I then doe ? yelde to the same ? no, but 
 
 according to my late protestation, I will recomfort this languishing 
 
 minde of mine, to the ende I may live but onely to do penaunce 
 
 for this so notable a cryme so rashly committed : and thus 
 
 saying, he start from his bed, and gan to walke towardes the 
 
 window : but the venimous serpent which (as before I rehearsed) 
 
 had stong him, coulde not be content that these medicines 
 
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 applyed by the mouth of his gentle Mistresse, should so soone 
 resto[r]te him to guerison. And although in dede they were 
 such Mythrydate to him as that they had nowe expelled the 
 rancour of the poyson yet that ougly hellishe monster had left 
 behind hir in the most secret of his bosome, (even betwene the 
 minde and the man) one of hir familiers named suspett, whiche 
 gan work in the weake spirites of Ferdinando efeftes of no lese 
 perill than before he had received, his head swelling with these 
 troublsome toyes, and his hart swimming in the tempests of 
 tossing fantasie : he felt his legges so feeble, that he was 
 costrayned to lie down on his bed again, and repeating in his 
 own remembraunce every woorde that his mistres had spoken 
 unto him, he gan to dread, that she had brought the willow 
 braunche to beate hym with, in token that he was of hir for- 
 saken : for so lovers do most commonly expound the willow 
 garlande, and this to thinke, did cut his hart in twayne. 
 A wonderfull chaunge : and here a little to staye you, I will 
 discribe as I finde it in Bartello the beginning, the fall, the 
 retourne, and the being of this hellish byrde, who in deede 
 maye well bee counted a very lymbe of the Divill. Many 
 yeares since, one of the moste dreadfull dasterdes in the world, 
 and one of them that first devissed to weare his beard at length, 
 lest the Barbor might doe him a good turne soner then he 
 looked for it, and yet not so soone as he deserved, had builded 
 for his security a pile on the hyghest and most inaccessible 
 mount of all his Territores : the which being fortyfied with 
 strong walles, and envyroned with deepe ditches, had no place 
 of ent[ri]e, but one onely doore so strayght and narrow, as might 
 by any possibility receive the body of one living man : from 
 which he asended up a ladder, and so creeping through a 
 mervelous strait hole, attayned to his lodging, y e which was 
 so dark and obscure, as scarcely either sunne or ayre could 
 enter into it : thus hee devised to lodge in safetie, and for the 
 more suertye gane truste none other letting downe this ladder 
 but only his wife : and at the foote therof kept alwaies by 
 daye light, a fierce mastife close enkeneled which never sawe 
 nor hearde the face or voice of any other creature but onelye 
 of them twoo : him by night he trusted with the scout of this 
 prety passage, having neverthelesse between him & this dogge, 
 a double doore with treble lockes, quadrible barres, and before 
 
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 all a port coulez of Iron : neither yet could he bee so hardye 
 as to sleepe, untyll he had caused a garde of servauntes (whome 
 he kept abroade for that purpose) to search all the corners 
 adjoyning to all his fortresse, and th[en] betweene fearefull sweate 
 and chy vering cold, with one eye opened & the other closed, he 
 stole sometimes a broken sleepe, devided with many terrible 
 dreames. In this sort the wretch lyved all to long, untyll at 
 last his Wife being not able any longer to supporte this hellishe 
 life, grewe so hardye, as with his owne knife to dispatche his 
 carkas out of this earthlye purgatorye : the which being done, 
 his soule (and good reason) was quickly conveyed by Carone 
 unto hell : there Radamanthus Judge of that benche, com- 
 maunded him quicklye to be thrust into a boyling poole : and 
 being therein plonged very often, hee never shryked or cryed, 
 I skalde, as his other companions there cryed, but seemed so 
 lightlye to esteeme it, that the Judge thought meete to con- 
 dempne him unto tbe most terrible place, where are such 
 tormentes, as neyther penne can wryte, tongue expresse, or 
 thought conceyve : but the myser (even there) seemed to smyle 
 and to make small accompt of his punishment. Radamanthus 
 hereof enformed, sent for him, and demaunded the cause why 
 he made so light of his duraunce ? he aunswered that whyles he 
 lyved on earth, he was so continually afflidted and oppressed 
 with suspicion, as that now (only to thinke that he was out of 
 those meditations) was sufficient armour to defend him from 
 all other tormentes. Radamanthus astonied hereat, gan call 
 togeather the Senators of that kingdome, and propounded this 
 question, howe & by what punnishment they might devise to 
 touche him according to his deserts ? & hereupon fell great 
 disputation : at last being cosidered, that he had already him 
 plonged in the most unspeakable torments, & therat litle or 
 nothing had changed coutenance, therewithal y* no soule was 
 sent unto the to be relieved of his smart, but rather to be 
 punished for his former delights : it was cocluded by y e general 
 cousel, y l he should be eftsones sent into y e world & restored to 
 the same body wherein he first had his resiance, so to remain 
 for perpetuity, and never to depart nor to perish. Thus this 
 body and soule being once againe united, and nowe eftsones 
 with the same pestilence infected, he became of a suspicious 
 man, Suspicion it selfe : and now the wretch remembring the 
 
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 treason of his wife, who had so willingly dispatched him once 
 before, gan utterly abhorre hir, and fled hir company, searching 
 in all countries some place of better assurance, and when he 
 had in vaine trode over y e most part of the earth, he embarked 
 himself to find some unknowen Ilande, wherein he might frame 
 some newe habitation : and finding none so commodious as hee 
 desired, he fortuned (sayling aloane by the shoare) to espy a 
 rock, more than sixe hundreth Cubits high, which hong so 
 suspiciously over the seas, as though it would threaten to fall 
 at everye litle blast : this dyd Suspition Imagine to be a fit 
 foundation whereon he might build his second Bower : hee 
 forsooke his boate, and travailed by lande to espie what entrye 
 or accesse might bee made unto y e same, and founde from 
 lande no maner of entrie or accesse, unlesse it were that some 
 curteouse Byrd of the ayre would be Ambassadour, or convey 
 some Engins, as whilom the Eagle did carrie Ganymedes into 
 heaven. He then returned to Seas, and approching neere to 
 this rocke, founde a small streame of fresh water issuing out of 
 the same into the Seas : the whiche, although it were so lytle 
 and so straight, as might unethes receyve a boat of bygnesse to 
 carry one living creature at once, yet in his conceypt hee 
 thought it more large and spatious than that broad waye called 
 of our forefathers Via appia, or than that other named [F]laminia, 
 he abandoned his barke, and putting of his clothes adventured 
 (for he was now asured not to drown) to wade and swim 
 against the streame of this unknown brooke, the which (a 
 wondrous thing to tell, and skarcelye to be beleeved) came 
 downe from the very top and height of this rock : and by the 
 waye he found six strayghts & dangerous places, wher the 
 water seemed to staye his course, passing under six strayght 
 and lowe bridges, and harde by every of those places, a pyle 
 raysed up in manner of a Bulworke, the which were hollow, in 
 such sorte as lodginges and other places necessary might in them 
 commodiously be devised, by suche one as coulde endure the 
 hellishnes of the place. Passing by these hee attayned wyth 
 much payne unto the toppe of the Rocke, the which hee found 
 hollowed as the rest, and farre more fite for hys security, than 
 otherwise apt for any commodity. Ther gan Suspition, deter- 
 mine to nestle hym selfe, and having now placed sixe chosen 
 porters, to wit, (Dread, Mistrust, Wrath, Desperation, Frensie, 
 and Fury :) at these sixe straung Bulworkes, he lodged himselfe 
 
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 in that vii. al alone, for he trusted no company, but ever mis- 
 trusting that his wife should eftsonnes finde him out therein, 
 hee shricketh co[n]tynually lyke to a shrich owle to keepe the 
 watch wakyng, never content to sleep by day nor by night. 
 But to be sure that he should not over sleepe him selfe, gane 
 stuffe hys couch with Porpentines quilles, to the ende that when 
 heavy sleep overcame him, and he thereby should be constrayned 
 to charge his pallad with more heavye burden, those plumes 
 might then pricke through and so awake him. His garments 
 were Steele upon yron, and that yron upon Iron, and Iron 
 agayne, and the more he was armed, the lesse he trusted to be 
 out of daunger. He chopped and changed continually now 
 this, now that, now keyes, now lockes, ditches newe skowred, 
 and walles newlye fortified, and thus alwaies uncontented 
 liveth this wretched helhound Suspition, in this hellish dungion 
 of habitation : from whence he never removeth his foote, but 
 onely in the dead & silent nightes, when he maye be assured 
 that all creatures (but him selfe) are whelmed in sound sleepe. 
 And then with stealing steps he stalketh about the earth, 
 enfe£ting, tormenting, & vexing all kindes of people with some 
 part of his afflictions : but especiallye such as eyther doe sit in 
 chayre of greatest dignity and estimation, or els such as have 
 atchived some deere and rare emprise. Those above al others 
 he continually gauleth with fresh wouds of dread, least they 
 might lose and forgo the roomes wherunto with such long 
 travaile and good happes they had attained, and by this meanes 
 percase he had crept into the bosom of Ferdinando, who (as is 
 before declared) did earst swimme in the deepest seas of earthly 
 delightes. Nowe then I must thinke it high time to retorne 
 unto him, who (being now through feeblenesse eftsones cast 
 downe upon his bed) gan cast in his inwarde meditations all 
 thinges passed, and as one throughly puffed up and filled with 
 one peevishe conceipte, coulde thinke uppon nothing else, and 
 yet accusing his own guiltie conscience to be infe&ed with 
 jelosie, dyd compile this as followeth. 
 
 WHat state to man, so sweets and pleasaunt weave. 
 As to be tyed, in linkes of worthy love ? 
 What life so blist and happie might appeare, 
 As for to serve Cupid that God above ? 
 
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 If that our mindes were not sometimes infetl, 
 With dread, with feare, with care, with cold suspeSt : 
 With deepe dispaire, with furious frenesie, 
 Handmaides to her, whome we call jelosie. 
 
 For ev'ry other sop of sower chaunce, 
 
 Which lovers tast amid their sweete delight: 
 
 Encreaseth joye, and doth their love advaunce, 
 
 In pleasures place, to have more perfecl plight. 
 
 The thirstie mouth thinkes water hath good taste, 
 
 The hungrie jawes, are pleas'd, with eche repaste : 
 
 Who hath not prov'd what dearth by warres doth growe, 
 
 Cannot of peace the pleasaunt plenties knowe. 
 
 And though with eye, we see not ev'ry joye, 
 Yet mate the minde, full well support the same, 
 [An] absent life long led in great annoye 
 {When presence comes) doth turne from griefe to game, 
 To serve without reward is thought great paine, 
 But if dispaire do not therewith remaine, 
 It may be borne for right rewardes at last, 
 Followe true service, though they come not fast. 
 
 Disdaines, repulses, finallie eche ill, 
 Eche smart, eche paine, of love eche bitter tast, 
 To thinke on them gan frame the lovers will, 
 To like eche joye, the more that comes at last : 
 But this infernall plague if once it tutch, 
 Or venome once the lovers mind with grutch, 
 All festes and joyes that afterwardes befall, 
 The lover comptes them light or nought at all. 
 
 This is that sore, this is that poisoned wound, 
 The which to heale, nor salve, nor ointmentes serve, 
 Nor charme of wordes, nor Image can be founde, 
 Nor observaunce of starres can it preserve, 
 Nor all the art of Magicke can prevaile, 
 Which Zoroacles found for our availe, 
 Oh cruell plague, above all sorrowes smart, 
 With desperate death thou sleast the lovers heart. 
 
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 And me even now, thy gall hath so enfeif, 
 As all the joyes which ever lover found, 
 And all good haps, that ever Troylus se£i, 
 Atchieved yet above the luckles ground: 
 Can never sweeten once my mouth with mell, 
 Nor bring my thoughtei, againe in rest to dwell. 
 ( Of thy mad moodes, and of naught else I thinke, 
 In such like seas, faire Bradamant did sincke 
 
 Ferdinando. Jeronimy. 
 
 THus Ferdinando continued on his bedde, untyll hys bounti- 
 full Mistresse with the companye of the other courteous 
 dames retorned after supper to his chamber. At their first 
 entrie : Why how nowe servaunt (quod dame Elinor) wee 
 hoped to have founde you [on] footer Mistresse quod he, I 
 have assayed my feete since your departure, but I finde them 
 yet unable too suport my heavy body, and therefore am con- 
 strayned as you see, to acquaint my selfe with these pillowes. 
 Servaunt sayde she I am right sory therof, but since it is of 
 necessitie to beare sicknesse, I will employ my endevoyre to 
 allay some parte of your paynes, and to refreshe your weary 
 limbes with some comfortable matter : and therewithal! calling 
 hir hande mayde, delivered unto hir a bounch of pretie littell 
 keyes, and whispering in hir eare, dispatched hir towards hir 
 chamber : The mayde taryed not long, but returned with a 
 little Casket, the which hir mistresse toke, opened and drewe 
 out of the same much fine linnen, amongst the which she toke 
 a pillowebere very fine and sweete, which although it were of 
 it selfe as sweete as might be (being of long time kept in that 
 odoriferous chest) yet did she with damaske water and that of 
 the best that might be (I warrant you) al to sprinkle it with hir 
 owne handes, which in my conceipt might much amende the 
 matter. Then calling for a fresh pillowe, sent hir mayde to 
 ayre the same and at hir returne put on this, thus perfumed 
 pillowebeere. In meane time also shee had with hir owne 
 hands attyred hir servaunts head in a fayre wrought kerchife 
 taken out of the same Casket : then layde him downe uppon 
 this freshe and pleasaunt place, and pretelye as it were in sporte, 
 bedewed his temples with sweete water which she had readye 
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 in a casting bottle of Golde, kissing his cheeke and saying : 
 Good servaunt be whoale, for I might not long indure thus to 
 attend thee, and yet the love that I beare towardes thee, cannot 
 be content to see thee languishe. Mistresse sayde Ferdinando 
 (and that with a trembling voice) assure your selfe, that if 
 there remain in me any[sparke of life or possibility of recovery, 
 then may this excellent bounty of yours be sufficient to revive 
 me without any further travaile or paine unto your person : for 
 whome I am highlye to blame, in that I do not spare to put 
 you unto this trouble, & better it were that suche a wretch as 
 I had died unknown, than y l by your exceeding curtesie, you 
 should fall into any malladye, eyther by resorting unto me, or 
 by these your paines taken about me. Servaunt (quod shee) all 
 pleasures seeme painefull [to] them that take no delight therin, 
 and lyke wise all toile seemeth pleasaunt to such as set their 
 felicitie in the same : but for me bee you sure, I doe it with 
 so good a wyll that I can take no hurt thereby, unlesse I shall 
 perceyve that it be rejected or negle£ted, as unprofitable or 
 uncomfortable unto you. To me Mistresse quod Fardinando, 
 it is suche pleasure, as neyther my feeble tongue can expresse, 
 nor my troubled mind conceyve. Why ? are you troubled in 
 mind, the servant quod dame Elynor ? Ferdinando now blushing 
 answered, but even as al sick men be Mistresse. Herewith 
 they staied their talke a while, and the first that brake silence 
 was the Ladye Fraunces : who sayde, and to drive away y e 
 troubles of your mind good Trust, I would be glad if we coulde 
 devise some pastime amongst us to keepe you company : for I 
 remember that with such devises you did greatly recomforte 
 this fayre Lady when she languished in like sort. She languished 
 in deede gentle Hope quod hee, but God forbide that she had 
 languished^ in like sort. Every body thinketh their own greif 
 greatest qd dame Elynor, but in deede whether my greife were 
 the more or the lesse, I am right sorye that yours is such as it 
 is : And to assay whither our passions proceded of lyke cause 
 or not, I would we could (according to this Ladyes saying) 
 devise some like pastimes to trie if your malladie would be 
 cured with like medicines. A gentle woman of the company 
 whom I have not hetherto named, gan thus propound. We 
 have accustomed (quod she) heretofore in most of our games to 
 chuse a King or Quene, and he or she during their government, 
 
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 have charged every of us, eyther with commaundementes or 
 questions, as best seemed to their majestic Wherin (to speake 
 mine opinion) we have given over larg a skope, neither semeth 
 it reasonable y l on should have y e power to discover y e thoughts, 
 or at least to bridle the affe&s of al y e rest. And though in 
 deed in questioning (which doth of y e twaine more nerely touch 
 the mind) every on is at free liberty to answere what they 
 list : yet oft have I hearde a question demaunded in such sorte, 
 and upon such sodayne, y l it hath bene hardly answered without 
 moving matter of contencion. And in commaundes also, some 
 times it happeneth one to bee commaunded unto such service, 
 as eyther they are unfit to accomplish (and then the parties 
 weaknes is therby detedted) or els to doe something that they 
 would not, wherof ensueth more grutch than game. Wherefore 
 in mine opinion, we shall do well to chuse by lot amongst us a 
 governour, who (for that it shalbe sufficient preheminence to 
 use the chayre of majestie,) shalbe boud to give sentece uppon 
 al suche arguments and questions as we shall orderly propound 
 unto them : and from him or her (as from an oracle) wee will 
 receive aunswere, and decyding of our lytigious causes. This 
 dame had stuffe in her, an old courtier, & a wylie wenche, 
 named Pergo. Wei this proportio of Pergo pleased them well, 
 and by lot it hapned that Ferdinando must be moderator of 
 these matters, and coleftor of these causes. The which being 
 so constituted, the Lady Elynor sayd unto this dame Pergo. 
 You have devised this pastime (quod she) & because we thinke 
 you to be most expert in the handling therof, do you propound 
 the first question, & we shalbe both the more ready and able to 
 follow your example : y e Lady Pergo refused not, but began on 
 this wise. Noble governor (quod she) amongst the adventures 
 that have befallen mee, I remember especially this one, that in 
 youth it was my chaunce to bee beloved of a verye courtlike 
 yong Gentleman, who abode neare the place wherin my parents 
 had their resiaunce. This gentleman (whether it were for 
 beauty, or for any other respect that he sawe in me, I knowe 
 not) but he was enamored of me, & that with an exceeding 
 vehement passion, & of such force were his effe6r.es, that not- 
 withstanding many repulses which he had received at my 
 handes, he seemed daylye to grow in the renewing of his 
 desires. I on the other side, although I could by no meanes 
 
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 mislike of him by any good reason (considering that he was of 
 byrth no waye inferiour unto mee, of possessions not to bee 
 disdained, of parson right comelye, of behaviour Courtly, of 
 manners modest, of mynde lyberall, and of vertuous disposition) 
 yet suche was the gaitye of my minde, as that I coulde not bee 
 content to lende him over large thonges of my love : but 
 alwayes daungerouslye behaved my selfe towardes him, and in 
 suche sorte, as hee coulde neyther take comfort of myne 
 aunsweres, nor yet once finde him selfe requited with one 
 good looke for all his travaile. This notwithstanding, the 
 worthy Knight continewed his sute with no lesse vehement 
 affeftion than earst hee had begonne it, even by the space of 
 seven yeares. At the last, whether discomfited by my dealynges, 
 or tryed by long travayle, or that he hade parcase light upon the 
 lake that is in the forrest of Ardena, and so in haste and all 
 thristie, had dronke some droppes of disdayne, whereby his hot 
 flames were quenched, or that he had undertaken to serve no 
 longer, but his just tearme of apprenticehode, or that the teeth 
 of tyme had gnawen and tyred his dulled spirites in such sort, as 
 that all beenummed hee was constrayned to use some other 
 artificyal balnje for the quickning of his sences, or by what 
 cause moved I knowe not he did not onely leave his long 
 continued sute, but (as I have since perceived) grew to hate 
 me more deadly than before I had disdained him. At the first 
 beginnyng of his retyre I perceived not his hatred, but imagened 
 that being over wearied, he had withdrawen himself for a time. 
 And considering his worthines, ther withall his constancie of 
 long time proved, I though[t] that I could not in the whole 
 world find out a fitter match to bestowe my selfe, than one so 
 worthy a person. Wherfore I d[id] by al possible meanes pro- 
 cure that he might eftsones use his accustomed rep[ayr]e unto 
 my parentes : And further, in al places where I hapened to 
 meete him, I used al the curtesies towardes him that might be 
 contayned wythin the bondes of modestie. But al was in vaine, 
 for he was now become more daungerous to be wone, than the 
 haggard Faulcon. Our lottes being thus unluckely chaunged, 
 I grewe to burne in desire, and the more daungerous that he 
 shewed him selfe unto me, the more earnest I was by all 
 meanes to procure his consent of love. At the last I might 
 perceive that not only he disdayned me, but (as me thought) 
 
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 boyled in hatred against me. And the time that I thus con- 
 tinued tormented with these thoughts, was also just the space 
 of seven yeares. Finally when I perceived no remedye for my 
 perplexityes, I assayed by absence to were away this malady, 
 and therefore utterly refused to come in his presence, yea or 
 almost in any other company. Wherby I have consumed in 
 lost time the flower of my youth, & am become as you see 
 (what with yeares, and what with the tormenting passions of 
 love) pale, wane, and full of wrinkles. Neverthelesse, I have 
 therby gayned thus much, that at last I have wond my self 
 cleere out of Cupids chaynes, and remayne carelesse at libertie. 
 Now marke to what end I tell you this : first vii. yeares passed 
 in the which I could never be content to yeld unto his just 
 desires : next other vii. yeares I spent in seeking to recover his 
 lost love : and sithens both those vii. yeares, there are even now 
 on saint Valentines day last, other vii. yeares passed, in the which 
 (neither I have desired to see him) nor he hath coveted to here 
 of me. My parents now perceyving how the crowes foot is 
 crept under mine eye, and remem bring the long sute that this 
 gentelema had in youth spent on me, considering therewith all 
 that grene youth is well mellowed in us both, have of late 
 sought to perswade a marriage betwene us, the which the 
 Knighte hath not refused to here of, and I have not disdayned 
 to thinke on. By their mediation we have bene eftsoones 
 brought to Parlee, wherein over and be sides the ripping up of 
 many olde griefes, this hath bene cheifly rehearsed & objected 
 betwene us, what wrong and injury eche of us hath done to 
 other. And here aboutes wee have fallen to sharpe contencion. 
 He alleadged, that much greater is the wrong which I have 
 done unto him, than that repulse which hee hath sithenes used 
 to me : and I have affirmed the contrary. The matter yet 
 hangeth in varyence. Now, of you worthy Governour I 
 would be most glad to heare this question decided, remembring 
 that there was no difference in the times betwene us. And 
 surely, unles your judgment helpe me, I am afrayde my 
 marryage will bee marred, and I may go lead Apes in hell. 
 Ferdenando aunswered, good Pergo, I am sory to heare so 
 lamentable a discourse of your luckles love, and much the 
 soryer, in y l I muste needes give sentence agaynst you. For 
 surely great was the wrong that eyther of you have done to 
 
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 other, and greater was the needelesse greife which causelesse 
 eche of you hath conceyved in this long time, but greatest in 
 my judgment hath bene both the wrong and the greife of the 
 Knight. In that notwithstanding his desertes (which your 
 selfe confesse) he never enjoyed any guerdone of love at your 
 handes. And you (as you alledge) did enjoy his love of long 
 time to gether. So that by the reckoning, it wil fal out 
 (although being b[lin]ded in your owne conceipt, you see it not) 
 that of the one & twenty yeares you enjoyed his love vii. at 
 the least, but that ever he enjoyed yours wee cannot perceive. 
 And much greater is the wrong that rewardeth evill for good, 
 than that which requireth tip for tap. Further, it semeth that 
 where as you went [ajbout in time to trie him, you did altogither 
 loose time which can never be recovered. And not only lost 
 your owne time, whereof you would seeme nowe to lament, 
 but also compelled him to lease his time, which he might (be it 
 spoken without offence to you) have bestowed in some other 
 worthy place, and therefore, as that greife is much greater 
 which hath no kind of cofort to allay it, so much more is that 
 wrong which altogether without cause is offered. And I (sayd 
 Pergo) must needes think, that much easier is it for them to 
 endure grief which never tasted of joye, and much lesse is that 
 wrong which is so willingly proffered to be by recompence 
 restored. For if this Knight wil confesse that he never had 
 cause to rejoyce in all the time of his service, then with better 
 contentacion might he abyde greife than I, who having tasted 
 of the delight which I did secretly coceive of his desertes, do 
 think ech grief a present death by the remembrance of those 
 for passed thoughts : & lesse wrong seemeth it to be destitut of 
 y e thing which were never obtained, then to be deprived of a 
 Jewel wherof we have been already possessed, so that under 
 your correction I might conclude, that greater hath beene my 
 griefe and injury susteined, than that of the Knight. To whome 
 yeronimy replied, as touching delight, it maye not be denied but 
 that every lover doth take delight in the inward contemplation 
 of his mind, to think of the worthines of his beloved : & there- 
 fore you maie not alledge that the Knight had never cause to 
 rejoyce, unlesse you will altogeather condemne your selfe of 
 worthines. Mary if you will say that he tasted not the 
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 your selfe ? And if you would accuse him of like ingratitude, 
 for y l he disdained you in the later vii. yeeres (when as he 
 might by accepting your love, have recopenced him selfe of all 
 former wronges) you must remember therewithall, that the 
 crueltie by you shewed towards him was such, that he could 
 by no means perceive that your change proceeded of good 
 will, but rather eftsons to hold him enchained in unknown 
 linkes of subtile dealings, & therefore not without cause he 
 doubted you : & yet without cause you rejected him. He had 
 often sought occasion, but by your refusals he could never find 
 him, you having occasion fast by y e foretop, did dally with him 
 so long, tyl at the last he sliped his head from you, & then 
 catching at the bald noddle, you foud your selfe the cause, & 
 yet you would accuse another. To conclude, greater is the 
 griefe that is susteined without desert, & much more is the 
 wrog that is offered without cause. Thus Ferdinando Jeronimy 
 decided the question propounded by Pergo, and expefted that 
 some other Dame should propound another ? but his Mistresse 
 (having hir hand on another halfpeny) gan thus say unto him. 
 Servant this pastime is good, and such as I must nedes like of, 
 to drive away your pensive thoughtes : but sleeping time 
 approcheth, & I feare we disquiete you : wherefore the rest 
 of this time we will (if so like you) bestowe in trimming up 
 your bed, and to morrow wee shal meete here and renewe this 
 newe begon game with Madame Pargo. Mistresse (quod hee) 
 I must obeye your wil, and most humbly thanke you of your 
 great goodnesse, and all these Ladies for their curtesie. Even so 
 requiring you that you wyll no further trouble your selves about 
 mee, but let my Servaunt aloane with conducting mee to bed. 
 Yes servaunt (quod she) I wil see if you can sleepe any better 
 in my sheetes : and therewith commaunded hir handmayde to 
 fetche a payre of cleane sheetes, the which being brought (mar- 
 vaylous fine and sweete) the Ladies Fraunces and Elinor dyd 
 curteoiisly unfold them, and layd them on the bed, which 
 done, they also entreated him to uncloath him and go to bed, 
 being layd, his Mistresse dressed and couched the cloathes 
 about him, sithens moistened his temples with Rosewater, gave 
 him handkerchewes and other freshe linnen about him, in 
 doing wherof, she whispered in his eare, saying : Servaunt, this 
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 gave him good night and departed, leaving him in a traunce 
 between hope and dispayre, trust and mistrust. Thus he laye 
 ravished, commaunding his servaunt to goe to bed, and fayning 
 that him selfe would assaye if he could sleepe. About ten or 
 eleven of the clocke came his mistresse in hir night gowne : 
 who knowing all privye wayes in that house verie perfectlye, 
 had conveied her selfe into his chamber, unseene and unper- 
 ceived : and being nowe come unto his beds side kneeled 
 downe, and laying hir arme over him sayde these or lyke 
 wordes : My good Servaunt, if thou knewest what perplexities 
 I suffer in beholding of thine infirmities, it might then suffice, 
 .eyther utterlye to drive away the mallady, or much more to 
 augment thy griefes : for I know thou lovest me : and I think 
 also that thou hast had sufficient proofe of myne unfayned good 
 wyll : in remembrance whereof, I fall into sundry passions : 
 First, I compt the happy lotes of our first acquaintance, and 
 therin I call to minde the equalitie of our affections, for I 
 thinke that there were never two lovers conjoyned with freer 
 concent on both partyes : and (if my over hasty delivery of 
 yeelding words be not wrested hereafter to my condempnation) 
 I can then assure my self to escape for ever without desert of 
 any reprofe. Herewithall I cannot forget the sundry adventures 
 hapned since wee became one hart devided in two bodyes^ all 
 which have ben both happily atchived, and delegable enjoyed. 
 What resteth then to consider but this thy present stat ? The 
 first corosive that I have felt, and the last cordiall that I looke 
 for, the end of my joyes, and the beginning of my torments. 
 And here hir salt teares gan bath the dying lippes of hir 
 servaunt : who (hearing these wordes, and well considering 
 hir demeanor) began now to accuse him selfe of such and so 
 haynous treason, as that his gilty hart was constrayned to 
 yeelde unto a just scourge for the same. He swooned under 
 hir arme : the which when she perceived, it were harde to tel 
 what feares did most affright hir. 
 
 And It were hard nowe to rehearse how he was revyved, 
 since there were none presente but hee dying, (who could not 
 declare) and she living, who would not disclose so much as I 
 meane to bewraye. For mine audthor dreameth y t Ferdenando 
 returning to life, the first thing which he felt, was y l his good 
 mistres lay pressing his brest with the whole weight of hir 
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 bodye, & byting his lips with hir friendly teeth. And perad- 
 venture she refrayned (either of curtesie towards him, or for 
 womanish feare, to hurt her tender hande) to strike him on 
 the cheekes in such sort, as they doe that strive to call againe 
 a dying creature : and therefore thought this the aptest meane 
 to reduce him unto remembrance. Ferdinando now awaked, 
 could no lesse doe, than of his curteous nature receive his 
 Mistresse into his bed : Who (as one that knewe that waye 
 better, than how to help his swooning,) gan gently strip of hir 
 clothes, and lovingly embracing him, gan demaund of him in 
 this sorte. Alas good Servaunt (quod shee) what kinde of 
 maladie is this that so extreemly doth torment thee ? Jeronimii 
 with fainting speach answered : Mistresse as for my maladie, it 
 hath beene easelye cured by your bountifull medicines applied. 
 But I must confesse, that in receiving that guerison at your 
 handes, I have bene constrained to fall into an Extasie, through 
 the gauling remembraunce of mine owne unworthinesse. 
 Neverthelesse good Mistres, since I perceive such fidelitye 
 remayning betweene us, as that fewe woordes wyll perswade 
 suche trust as lovers ought to imbrace, let these fewe wordes 
 suffice to crave your pardon : and do eftsones powre uppon 
 me (your unworthy servaunt) the aboundaunt waves of your 
 accustomed clemencie, for I must confesse, that I have so 
 highlye offended you, as (but your goodnesse surpasse the 
 mallice of my conceiptes) I must remayne (and that right 
 woorthely) to the severe punishment of my desertes : and so 
 should you but loose him who hath cast away him self, and 
 neither can accuse you, nor darre to excuse him selfe of the 
 crime. Dame Elinor (who had rather have founde hir servaunt 
 perfedlly revived, than thus with straunge conceypts encom- 
 bred: and musing much at his darke spech,) became importunat 
 to know y e sertaynty of his thoughts. And Ferdenando as on 
 not maister of him selfe, gan at the last playnly confesse how 
 he had mistrusted the chauhg of hir vowed affeftions : Yea 
 and (that more was) he playnely expressed with whom, of 
 whom, by whom, and too whom she bent hir better liking. 
 Nowe, here I would demaunde of such as are experte : 
 Is there any greater impedymente to the fruition of a Lovers 
 delights, than to be mistrusted ? or rather, is it not the ready 
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 to tell a guilty mind that you do mistrust it ? It should seeme 
 yes, by Dame Elynor, who began now to take the matter 
 whotlye : and of such vehemencie were hir fancies, that she 
 nowe fell into flat defiance with Ferdinando, who although he 
 sought by many faire wordes to temper hir chollorike passions, 
 and by yelding him selfe to get the conquest of an other, yet 
 could he by no meanes determine the quarrell. The soft 
 pillowes being present at al these whot speches, put forth 
 them selves as mediators for a truce betwene these enemies, 
 and desired that (if they would needes fight) it might be in 
 their presence but one only blowe, & so from thence forth to 
 become friendes againe for ever. But the Dame denied flatlye, 
 alledging that shee found no cause at all to use such curtesie 
 unto such a recreant : adding further many words of great 
 reproche : the which dyd so enrage Ferdinando, as that having 
 forgotten all former curtesies, he assayleth his enemies by force. 
 At last she rose sodainlye and determined to save hir selfe by 
 flight, leaving him in bedde, with many despitefull wordes, and 
 swearing that he shoulde never (eftsones) take her at the lyke 
 advauntage : the whiche oathe she kepte better than hir 
 fourmer professed good wyll : and having nowe recovered her 
 Chamber (because shee founde her hurt to be nothing daunger- 
 ous) I doubte not, but shee slept quietlye the rest of the night. 
 As Ferdinando also (perswading himselfe that he shoulde with 
 convenient leasure recover her from this haggard conceipt) tooke 
 some better rest towardes the morning, than hee had done in 
 many nightes forepast. So let them both sleepe whiles I turne 
 my penne unto the before named Secretarie, who being (as I 
 saye) come latelye from Florence, had made many proffers to 
 renewe his accustomed consultations : but the sorrowe whiche 
 his Mistresse had conceyved in Jeronimy his sicknesse togeather 
 with hir continuall repayre to him during the same, had bene 
 such lettes unto his attempts, as it was long time before he 
 could obtayne audience. 
 
 At the last these newe accidentes fell so favourably for the 
 furtherance of his cause, that he came to his Mistresse presence 
 and there pleaded for himselfe. Nowe, if I should at large 
 write his alligations, togither with hir subtile aunsweres, I 
 shoulde but comber your eares with unpleasaunt rehearsall of 
 feminine frayltye. 
 
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 To be short, the late disdayneful moode which she had 
 coceived against Ferdinado togither with a scrupule which lay 
 in hir conscience, touching the xi. article of hir beleefe, moved 
 hir presently with better will to consult with this Secretary, 
 aswel upon the speedy revenge of hir late received wrongs as 
 also upon the reformation of hir religion. And in verye deede, 
 it fel out that the Secretary (having bene of long time absent, & 
 there his quiles and pens not worne so neere as they were wont to 
 be,) did now pricke [such] faire large notes, that his mistres liked 
 better to sing fa-burden under him, than to descant any longer 
 upon Ferdinandoes playne song, and thus they continued in good 
 accord, untill it fortuned that Dame Fr ounces came into her 
 chamber upon such sodaine as she had like to have marred all 
 the musicke, well they conveyed their clifes as closely as they 
 could, but yet not altogither without some suspicion given to 
 the sayd dame Fraunces, who although she could have bene 
 cotent to take any paine in Jeronimies behalfe, yet otherwise 
 she could never have bestowed the watching about so worthe- 
 lesse a pryse. After womanly salutations they fell into sundrye 
 discourses, the Secretary stil abiding in the chamber with them. 
 At last two or three other gentlewomen of the Castle came 
 into Madam Elinores chamber, who after their Bon jour did all 
 {una voce) seeme to lament the sikenes of Ferdinando and called 
 uppon the Dames Elynor and Fraunces, to goe visite him againe. 
 The Lady Fraunces curteously consented, but Madame 
 Elynor first alledged that she her selfe was also sickly, the 
 which she attributed to hir late paynes taken about him and 
 sayd, that onely for that cause she was constrayned to kepe hir 
 bed longer than hir accustomed hower. The Dames (but 
 specially the Lady Fraunces) gan streight wayes conjecture 
 some great cause of sodaine chauge, and so leaving dame 
 Elinor, walked altogether into the parke to take the ayre in 
 the morning : And as they thus walked it chauced that Dame 
 Pergo heard a Cuckoe chaunt, who (because the pride of the 
 spring was now past) cried Cuck cuck Cuckoe in hir stamering 
 voyce. A ha (quod Pergo) this foule byrd begines to flye the 
 countrye, and yet before hir departure, see how spitfully she 
 can devyse to salute us. Not so (quod Dame Fraunces) but 
 some other whom she hath espyed, wherewith Dame Pergo 
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 sayde. Why here is no body but we few women, qd she. 
 Thanks be to God the house is not farre from us (quod Dame 
 Fraunces.) Here at the wylie Pergo partly perceyving Dame 
 Fraunces meaning, replyed on this sort : I understand you not 
 (quod she) but to leap out of this matter, shall wee goe visit 
 Maister jeronimy and see how he doth this morning. Why 
 quod dame Fraunces, do you suppose that the Cuckoe called 
 unto him ? Nay mary quod Pergo, for (as fare as I knowe) he 
 is not maried. As who should say (quod Dame Fraunces,) that 
 the Cuckoe envieth none but maryed folkes. I take it so, sayd 
 Pergo, the Lady Frances answered. Yes sure I have noated as 
 evill lucke in love (after the Cuckoes call) to have hapned unto 
 divers unmaried folkes, as ever I did unto the maryed, but I can 
 be well content that we go unto him, for I promised on y e 
 behalfe of us al, that we would use our best devoyre to recom- 
 fort him untill he had recovered helth : and I do much mervayle 
 that y e Lady Elinor is now become so unwilling to take any 
 travayle in his behalfe, especially remembring that but yester- 
 night she was so diligent to bring him to bed. But I perceive 
 that all earthly thinges are subjedt unto change. Even so they 
 be quod Pergo, for you maye behold the trees which but even ' 
 this other daye were clad in gladsome greene, and nowe their , 
 leaves begin to fade and change collour. Thus they passed i 
 talkeing and walking untill they returned unto the Castle, \ 
 whereas they went strayght unto Ferdinandoes chamber, and 
 found him in bed. Why how now Trust (quod Dame 
 Fraunces?) will it be no better ? Yes shortly I hope quod he. 
 The Ladyes all saluted him : and he gave them the gramercy : 
 at the last Pergo popped this question unto him : And howe 
 have you slept in your Mistres shetes Mayster Jeronemy quod 
 she ? reasonably well quod he, but I pray you where is my 
 mistresse this morning ? Mary sayd Pergo, we left hir in bed 
 scarce well at ease. I am the more sorye quod he. Why 
 Trust (sayd Mistresse Fraunces) be of good comfort, & assure 
 your selfe that here are others who would be as glad of your 
 wel doing, as your mistres in any respe£t. I ought not to 
 doubt there of (quod Ferdinado) having the profe that I have 
 had of your great courtesies, but I thought it my dutye to aske 
 for my mistresse being absent. Thus they passed some time 
 with him untill they were called awaye unto prayers, and that 
 
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 being finished they went to dinner, where they met Dame 
 
 Elynor attired in an night kerchiefe after the soolenest (the 
 
 solempnest fashion I should have said,) who loked very drowsely 
 
 upon all folkes, unlesse it were hir secretary, unto whom she 
 
 deigned somtime to lend a frendly glaunce. The Lord of 
 
 the Castle demaunded of hir how master Jeronemy did this 
 
 morning. She answered that she knew not for she had not 
 
 sene him that day. You may do wel then daughter (quod the 
 
 Lord) to go now unto him, and to assay if he will eate any 
 
 thing, and if here be no meates that like him, I praye you 
 
 commaunde (for him) anye thing that is in my house. You 
 
 must pardon me sir (quod she,) I am sickely disposed, and 
 
 would be loth to take the ayre, why then go you mistres 
 
 Fraunces (quod he) and take some body with you : and I 
 
 charge you see that he lacke nothing. Mistres Fraunces was 
 
 glad of the ambassege, and arysing from the table with one 
 
 other gentle[wo]man, tooke with hir a dish of chikins boiled in 
 
 white broth, saying to hir father : I think this meat meetest 
 
 for mayster Jeronimy [o]f any that is here. It is so (quod he) 
 
 daughter, and if he like not that, cause some what els to be 
 
 dressed for him according to his apetite. Thus she departed 
 
 and came to Ferdinando, who being plonged in sundry woes 
 
 and thrilled with restlesse thoughtes, was nowe beginning to 
 
 rise. But seing the Dames, couched down agayne, and sayd 
 
 unto them. Alas fayre Ladyes you put your selves to more 
 
 • paynes than eyther I do desire, or can deserve. Good Trust 
 
 quod Dame Fraunces, our paynes are no greater than duty 
 
 requireth, nor yet so great as we could vouchsafe] in your 
 
 behalfe. 
 
 And presently my father hath sent us unto you (quod she) 
 with this pittaunce, and if your apetite desire any on thing 
 more than other, we are to desire likewise that you will not 
 refrayne to call for it. Oh my good Hope (quod he) I per- 
 ceive that I shall not dye as long as you maye make me live. 
 And (being nowe some deale recomforted with the remem- 
 braunce of his mistres words which she hadde used over night 
 at hir first comming, and also thinkinge that although shee 
 parted in choller, it was but justlye provoked by him selfe, and 
 that at leasure hee shoulde finde some salve for that sore also) 
 hee determined to take the comforte of his assured Hope, 
 
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 and so to expell all venomnes of mistrust before received. 
 Wherfor raising him selfe in his bed, hee cast a night gowne 
 about his shoulders saying : It shall never be sayd that my 
 fainting hart can reje6l the comfortable Cordialles of so 
 freendly phisitions. Nowe by m[y] troth well sayed gentle 
 Trust quod Dame Fraunces, and in so doing, assure your selfe 
 gueryson with speed. This thus sayed, the curteous Dame 
 become his kerver, & he wyth a bold spirite gan tast of hir 
 cokerey. But the late conflicts of his conceipts had so dis- 
 |aquainted his stomack from repastes, that he could not wel a 
 way with meate : and yet neverthelesse by lyttle & little 
 receyved some nouryture. When his Hope had crammed him 
 as longe as she coulde make him feede, they delyvered the rest 
 to the other gentlewoman who having not dyned, fell to hir 
 provender. - In which meane while the Lady Fraunces had 
 much comfortable speech with signor "Jeronemy and declared y l 
 shee perceived very well the maladie, but my Trust (quod she) 
 be all whole, and remember what I foretould you in the 
 beginning : neverthelesse you must thinke that there are 
 remedies for all mischifes, and if you will be ruled by myne 
 advise, we will soone finde the meane to ease you of this 
 mishap. Ferdinando tooke comforte in hir discrecion, & 
 ljreendly kissed hir hand, gave hir a cartlode of thankes for hir 
 greate good will, promising to put to his uttermost force, and 
 evermore to be ruled by hyr advice. Thus they passed the 
 dinner while, the Lady Fraunces alwayes refusing to declare 
 hir conceipt of the late chaung which she perceived in his 
 Mistresse, for she thought best first to wynne his wyll unto 
 conformitie, by little and little, and then in the ende to per- 
 swade him with necessitye. When the other gentlewoman 
 had vytayled hir, they departed, requiring him to rise and 
 boldly to resist the fayntenesse of his fever. The which he 
 promised and so bad them a Dio. The Ladyes at their 
 retourne found the courte in Dame Elynores chamber, who had 
 there assembled hir secretary, Dame Pergo & the rest : ther 
 they passed an hower or twayne in sundry discourses, wherein 
 Dame Pergo did alwaies cast out some bone for mistresse 
 Fraunces to gnaw uppon, for that in deede she perceyved hir 
 harty affection towardes Ferdinando whereat Mistresse Fraunces 
 chaunged no countenaunce, but reserved hir revenge untill a 
 
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 better oporturritie. At last (quod Dame Fraunces unto Mistresse 
 Elinor) and when will you goe unto your servaunt fayre Lady ? 
 When he is sicke and I am whole, quod Dame Elinor. That 
 is even nowe quod the other, for howe sicke he is your selfe 
 can witnesse : and howe well you are we must beare recorde. 
 You maye as well be deceived in my disposition (quod Dame' 
 Elinor), as I was overseene in his sodaine alteration : and if he 
 be sicke, you are meete to be his phisition : for you sawe 
 yesterday that my paines dyd lyttle profite towardes his recom- 
 fort. Yes surelye sayde the other, not onelye I but all the rest 
 had occasion to judge that your curtesie was his chiefe com- 
 fort. Well, quod Dame Elinor, you knowe not what I knowe. 
 Nor you what I thinke quod Dame Fraunces. Thinke what 
 you lyst quod Elinor. In deede quod Fraunces, I may not 
 thinke that you care, neither wyll I dye for your displeasure : 
 & so halfe angrie she departed. At supper they met againe, 
 and the maister of the house demanded of his daughter Fraunces 
 howe Fardinando did ? Syr (quod she) he dyd eate somewhat 
 at dyner, and sithens I sawe him not. The more to blame 
 quod he, and now I would have al you gentlewomen take of 
 the best meates and goe suppe with him, for company driveth 
 away carefulnesse, and leave you me here with your leavinges 
 alone. Naye syr quod Mistresse Elinor, I pray you give me 
 leave to beare you company, for I dare not adventure thither. 
 The Lorde of the Castle was contented & dispatched awaye 
 the rest : who taking with them such viandes as they thought 
 meetest, went unto Jeronimies chamber, fynding him up, and 
 walking about to recover strength : whereat Dame Fraunces 
 rejoysed, and declared how her Father had sente that company 
 to attend him at supper. Ferdinando gave great thankes, & 
 missing now nothing but his Mistresse, thought not good yet 
 to aske for hir, but because he partly gessed the cause of hir 
 absence, he contented himselfe, hoping that when his lure was 
 newe garnished, he shoulde easely recleame hyr from those coy 
 conceyptes. They passed over their supper all in quyete, and 
 sone after Mistresse Fraunces, being desirous to requite Dame 
 Pargoes qui[pp]es, requested that they might continue the pastime 
 which Dame Pergo had begonne over night : wherunto they all 
 consented, and the lot fell unto Dame Fraunces to propounde 
 the second question who adressing hir speche unto Ferdinado 
 
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 said in this wise, Noble governor, I will reherse unto you a 
 strange historie, not fayned, neyther borowed out of any oulde 
 au&horitie, but a thing done in deed of late dayes, and not 
 farre distant from this place where wee nowe remayne. It 
 chaunced that a gentleman our neyghbour being maryed to a 
 very fayre gentlewoman, lived with hir by the space of fower 
 or five yeares in greate contentacion, trusting hir no lesse than 
 he loved hir, and yet loving hir as much as any man could love 
 a woman. On that other side the gentlewoman had woonne 
 (unto hir beautie) a singular commendation for hir chast and 
 modest behaviour. Yet it happened in time that a lustie 
 young gentleman (who very often resorted to them) obtayned 
 that at hir handes, which never any man coulde before him 
 attaine : and to be plaine, he wonne so much in hir affe&ions, 
 that forgetting both hir owne duty, and hir husbandes kindnes, 
 shee yeelded hir body at the commaundement of this lover, in 
 which pastime they passed long tyme by theyr pollitycke 
 government. At last the frendes of this Lady (and especially 
 three sisters which she had) espied overmuch familliarity betwene 
 the two lovers, and dreading least it might breake out to their 
 comon reproch toke their sister apart, and declared that the 
 world did judge scarce well of the repayre of that Gentleman 
 unto hyr house : and that if she did not foresee it in time, shee 
 should not onely leese the good credite which she hir selfe had 
 hitherto possessed, but furthermore should distaine theyr whole 
 race with common obloquy & reproche. These and sundry 
 other Godly admonitions of these sisters, could not sink in the 
 mind of this gentlewoman, for she dyd not only stand in 
 defiaunce what any man could thinke of hir, but also seemed 
 to accuse them, that (because they saw hir estimation (being 
 their yonger) to grow above their owne) they had therefore 
 devised this meane to set variance betwene hir husbande and 
 hir. The sisters seing their holesome counsell so reje&ed, and 
 hir continue styll in hir obstinate opinion, adressed theyr 
 speache unto hir husbande, declaring that the worlde judged 
 not the best, neyther they themselves did very wel like of the 
 familiaritie betwene their sister and that gentleman, and ther- 
 fore advised him to forecast all perils, and in time to forbid 
 him his house. The husband (on the other side) had also con- 
 ceived suche a good opinion of his gest, & had growen into 
 
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 such a stride familliaritie with him, y l you might with more 
 ease have removed a stone wal, than once to make him think 
 amis, eyther of his wyfe, or of hir lover. Yea, and immediatelie 
 after this conference, he woulde not sticke thus to say unto his 
 wife. Lamia (for so in deede was hir name) thou hast three 
 such busie brained sisters, as I thinke shortlye their heads wyll 
 breake : they woulde have me to bee jellous of thee, no no 
 Lamia. &c. so that he was not onely far from any such beleefe, 
 but furthermore dyd everye daye increase his curtesies towards 
 the lover. The sisters being thus on all sides rejefted, and yet 
 perceyving more & more an unseemelye behaviour betweene 
 their sister and hir minion, began to melt in their owne grease : 
 and such was theyr enraged pretence of revenge, that they 
 suborned divers servauntes in the house to watch so dilligentlye, 
 as that this treason might be discovered. Amongst the rest, 
 one mayde of subtile spirite had so long watched them, that at 
 last she spied them go into the chamber together, and lockte 
 the doore to them : whereupon she ranne with all hast possible 
 to hir Mayster, and toold him that if he would come with hir, 
 she would shewe him a very straunge sighte. The gentleman 
 (suspefting nothing) went with hir, untill rft' came into a 
 chamber neere unto that wherein they had shut them selves. 
 And she pointing hir mayster to the keyhole, bad him looke 
 through, where he sawe the thing which moste mighte mislike 
 him to behold. Where at he sodaynely drewe his Dagger, and 
 turned towardes the mayde, who fled from him for feare of 
 mischiefe. But when he could not overtake hir in the heat of 
 his coller, he commaunded that she should forth wyth trusse 
 up that little which she had, and to departe his service. And 
 before hir departure, he found meanes to talke with hir, 
 threatening that if ever she spake any worde of this mistery in 
 any place where she should come, it should cost hir life. The 
 mayde for feare departed in silence, and the Maister never 
 changed coiitenance to either his wife or to hir paramour, but 
 fayned unto his wife that he had turned a waye the mayde 
 upon that sodayne, for that shee had throwen a Kitchin knife 
 at him, whiles he went about to correct a fault in hir. &c. 
 Thus the good gentleman dranke up his owne swette unseene 
 every day, encreasing curtesie to the lover, and never chaunging 
 countenaunce to his wife in any thing, but onely that he 
 
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 refrayned to have such knowledge of hir carnally, as he in tim[e] 
 past had, and other men have of their wives. In this sort he 
 continued by the space all most of halfe a yeare, neverthelesse 
 lamenting his mishap in solytary places. At last (what moved 
 him I know not) he fell agayn to company with his wife as 
 other men do, and (as I have heard it sayed) he used this pollicy. 
 Every time that he had knowledge of hir, he would leave 
 either in the bed, or in hir cusshencloth, or by hir looking 
 glasse, or in some place where she must needes finde it, a piece 
 of money which then was in Italie called a Caroline. Thus 
 he dealt with her continuallye by the space of fowre or five 
 monethes, using hir neverthelesse very kindly in all other 
 . respedts, and providing for hir all things necessary at the first 
 call. But unto his geast he still augmented his curtesie, in 
 such sort, that you would have thought them to be sworne 
 brothers. All this notwithstanding his wife much musing at 
 these smal peeces which she founde in this sort, and further- 
 more, having sundrye times found hir husband in solitarye 
 places making great lamentation, shee grewe inquisitive, what 
 should be y e secreete cause of these alterations, unto whom he 
 would none otherwise answere, but y l any man should finde 
 occatio to be more pensive at one time than at another. The 
 wife notwithstanding increasing hir suspeft, imparted the same 
 unto hir lover, alledging therewithal that she doubted verye 
 much least hir husband had some vehemet suspicion of their 
 affaires. The lover encoraged hir, & likewise declared, that if 
 she would be importunate to enquire the cause, hir husband 
 would not be able to kepe it from hir: and having now 
 throughly instructed hir, shee dealt with her husband in this 
 sort. One day when shee knew him to be in his study alone, 
 she came in to him, and having fast locked the doore after hir, 
 & conveyed the keye into hir pocket, she began first with 
 earnest entreaty, and then with teares to crave that he woulde 
 no longer keepe from hir the cause of his sodaine alteration. 
 The husband dissimuled the matter still : at last she was so 
 earnest to know for what cause he left money in such sort at 
 sundry times : That he aunswered on this wise : Wyfe (quod 
 hee) thou knowest howe long wee have beene married togeather, 
 and howe long I made so deare accompt of thee as ever man 
 made of his Wife : since which dayes, thou knowest also howe 
 
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 long I refrained thy company, and howe long againe I have 
 used thy company, leaving the money in this sort, and the 
 cause is this. So long as thou dyddest behave thy selfe faith- 
 fullye towardes mee, I never lothed thy company : but sithens 
 I have perceived thee to bee a harlotte, and therefore dyd I for 
 a tyme refraine and forbeare to lye with thee, and nowe I can 
 no longer forbeare it, I give thee every time that I lye with 
 thee, a Caroline, which is to make thee understande thine owne 
 whordome : and this rewarde is sufficient for a whore. 
 The wife beganne stoutlye to stand at deflaunce, but the 
 husband cut of hir speach, and declared when, where, and how 
 he had sene it : hereat the woman being abashed, and finding 
 hir conscience guilty of asmuch as he had aledged, fell downe 
 on hir knees, & with most bitter teares craved pardon, con- 
 fessing hir offence : whereat hir husband (moved with pitie) & 
 melting likewise in floods of lamentation, recomforted hir, 
 promising that if from that day forwardes she would be true 
 unto him, he would not onely forgive al that was past, but 
 become more tender and loving unto hir then ever he was. 
 What doe I tarrye so long ? they became of accord : and in 
 full accomplishment thereof, the gentlewoman dyd altogeather 
 eschewe the company, the speach, and (as much as in hir laye) 
 the sight of hir lover : although hir husband dyd continue his 
 curtesie towards him, and often charged his wife to make him 
 fayre resemblaunt. The Lover was nowe onelye left in per- 
 plexitie, who knewe nothing what might be the cause of all 
 these chaunges, and that most greeved him, he could by no 
 meanes optaine againe the speach of his desired: he watched 
 all opportunities, hee suborned messengers, hee wroote letters, 
 but all in vaine. In the ende she caused to bee declared unto 
 him a time and place where she woulde meete him and speake 
 with him. Being met, she put him in remembraunce of all 
 that had passed betweene them : shee layde also before him * 
 howe trusty she had bene unto him in all professions : she con- 
 fessed also howe faithfullye he had discharged the duety of a 
 friend in al respedr.es, and therwithall she declared that her late 
 alteration and pensivenesse of minde was not without great 
 cause, for that she had of late such a mishap, as might chaunge 
 the disposition of any lyving creature : Yea, and that the case 
 was such, as unlesse she found present remedy, hir death must 
 
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 needes ensue, and that spedely, for the preventing whereof, she 
 alledged that she had beaten hir braines with al devises possible, 
 and that in the ende she could thinke of no redresse but one, 
 the which lay only in him to acomplish. Wherfore she 
 besought him for all the love and good will which had ever 
 passed betweene them, nowe to shewe the fruites of true friend- 
 ship, and to gratifie hir with a free graunt to this request. The 
 lover who had alwayes bene desirous to pleasure hir in any 
 thing, but now especially to recover hir wonted kindnesse, gan 
 franklye promise to accomplishe any thing that might be to 
 him possible, yea, though it were to his great detriment, and 
 therewithall, dyd deepely blame hir in that shee would so long 
 torment hir selfe with any griefe, considering that it lay in him 
 to helpe it. The Ladye aunswered, that she had so long kept 
 it from his knowledge, bicause she doubted whether hee Would 
 be content to performe it or not, although it was such a thing 
 as he might easely graunt without any manner of hurt to 
 himself, & yet now in the ende she was forced to adventure 
 uppon his curtesie, being no longer able to beare y e burde of 
 hir griefe : the lover solicited her most earnestly to disclose it : 
 and she (as fast) seemed to mistrust that he would not accom- 
 plish it. In the ende she tooke out a booke (which she had 
 brought for the nonce) & bound him by othe to accomplishe it. 
 The lover mistrusting nothing lesse tha that ensued, toke the 
 othe willingly, which done, she declared al that had passed 
 betwene hir & hir husband: his griefe, hir repentance, his 
 pardon, hir vowe, and in the ende of hir tale enjoyned the 
 lover, that from thenceforthwardes, he should never attempt 
 to breake her constant determinatio, the lover replied that this 
 was unpossible. But she plainlye assured him, that if he 
 graunted hir that request, she would be his friend in al honest 
 & godly wise : if not, she put him out of doubt that she would 
 eschew his company and flee from his sight as from a scorpion. 
 The lover considering that hir request was but just, accusing 
 his owne guiltye conscience, remembring the great curtesies 
 alwayes used by hir husband, and therewithall seeing the case 
 now brought to such an issue, as that by no other meanes than 
 by this it could be conceiled from the knowledge of the worlde : 
 but most of all, being urged by his othe, dyd at last give an 
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 wyl in al thinges, and thus being become of one assent, he 
 remaineth the derest friend & most welcome gest that may 
 be, both to the Lady and hir husband : and the man and the 
 wife so kind (each to other) as if there never had bene such a 
 breche betwen them. Now, of you noble Governor I would 
 faine lerne, whether the perplexity of the husband when he 
 looked in at the keye hoole, or of the wife when she knewe 
 the cause why the Carolines were so scattered, or of the lover 
 when he knew what was his mistres charge, was greater of y e 
 three ? I might have put in also y e troubled thoughts of the 
 sisters & the mayd, when they saw their good wil rejected, 
 but let these three suffice. Gentle Hope (quod Ferdinando) you 
 have rehearsed (& that right eloquetly) a notable tale, or rather 
 a notable history, because you seeme to affirme, that i[t] was 
 done in dede of late & not far hence. Wherein I note five 
 especial pointes : that is a marvailous patience in the husband, 
 no lesse repentaunce in the wife, no smal boldnesse of the 
 mayde, but muche more rashnesse in the sisters, & last of al, 
 a rare tradtabilitie in the lover. Neverthelesse to returne unto 
 your question. I thinke the husbands perplexity greatest, 
 because his losses abounded above the rest, & his injuries were 
 uncoparable. The Lady Fraunces did not seme to contrary 
 him but rather smiled in hir sleeve at Dame Pergo, who had 
 no lesse patience to here the tale recited, then the Lady 
 Fraunces had pleasure in telling of it. By this time the 
 sleeping houre aproched, & the Ladyes prepared their departure, 
 when as mistres Frauces sayd unto y e Venetiane : Although per- 
 case I shall not do it so hadsomly as your mistres, yet good 
 Trust (quod she) if you vouchsafe it, I can be content to trim 
 up your bed in the best maner that I may, as on who would be 
 as glad as she to procure your quiet rest. Ferdinando gave hir 
 great thaks desiring hir not to trouble hirself, but to let his man 
 alone with y* charge. Thus they departed, & how al partyes 
 toke rest that night I knowe not : but in ye morning Ferdinando 
 began to consider with himselfe that he might lye long ynough 
 in his bed before his mistres would be apeased in hir pevishe 
 conceipts : wherfore he arose, & being aparelled in his night 
 gowne, tooke occation to walke in the gallery neere adjoyning 
 unto his mistres chamber: but there might he walke long 
 inough ere his Mistresse would come to walke with him. 
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OF MASTER F. J. 
 
 When dinner time came he went into the great chamber 
 whereas the Lord of the Castle saluted him, being joyful of 
 his recoverye: Jeronimy giving due thanks, declared that his 
 friedly entertainement togeather with the great curtesie of the 
 gentlewomen was such, as might revive a man although he 
 were halfe dead. I would bee loath (quod the hoast) that any 
 Gentleman comming to mee for good wyll, shoulde want any 
 curtesie of intertainement that lyeth in my power. When 
 the meate was served to the table, the Gentlewomen came in 
 all but Dame Elynor and Mistresse Pergo, the which Ferdinando 
 marked very well, and it dyd somewhat abate his apetite. 
 After diner, his Hope came unto him and demaunded of him 
 howe hee would passe the daye for his recreation ? to whome 
 he answered even as it best pleased hir. She devised to walke 
 into the parke, and so by litle and litle to acquaint himself 
 with the ayre : he agreed, and they walked togeather being 
 accompanied with one or two other gentlewomen. And 
 although there were nowe more cause that hee shoulde mis- 
 trust his Mistresse than ever he had before receyved, yet the 
 vehement passions which he sawe in her when she first came 
 to visite him, and moreover the earnest words which she 
 pronounced in his extremitie, were such a refreshing to his 
 minde, as that he determined no more to trouble him selfe 
 with like conceiptes : concluding further, that if his mistresse 
 were not faultie, then had he comitted a foule offence in needeles 
 jelousie, and that if she were faultie (especiallye with the 
 Secretarie) then no perswation could amend hir, nor any passion 
 helpe him[:] and this was the cause that enabled him after suche 
 passing panges to abide the doubtfull conclusion : And thus 
 manfully and valiantly to represse faintnesse of his mind : 
 nothing doubting but that he should have won his mistresse 
 to pardon his presumption, & lovingly to imbrace his service in 
 wonted maner : but he was farre deceived, for shee was nowe 
 in a nother tewne, the which Mistresse Fraunces began partly 
 to discover unto him as they walked togeather: for she bur- 
 dened him that his mallady preceded onely of a disquiet minde. 
 And if it dyd so my gentle Hope (quod he) what remedy ? 
 My good Trust (quod she) none other but to plant quiet where 
 disquiet began to grow. I have determined (quod he) but I 
 must crave the helpe of your assured friendship. Therof you 
 
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 may make accompt (quod she) but wherein ? Ferdinando 
 walking apart with hir, began to declare that there was some 
 contention hapened betweene his mistres and him : the Lady 
 tolde him that she was not ignoraunt thereof. Then he desired 
 hir to treate so much in the cause, as they might eftsons come 
 to Parke : thereof I dare assure you (quod Mistresse Fraunces,) 
 and at their returne she led him into his Mistresse Chamber, 
 whome they founde lying on hir bed, whether gauled with any 
 griefe, or weary of the thing (which you woote of) I know not, 
 but there she lay : unto whome Ferdinando gave two or three 
 salutations before she seemed to marke him. At last sayd the 
 Lady Fraunces unto hir, your servaunt hearing of your sick- 
 nesse, hath adventured thus far into the ayre to see you. 
 I thank him (quod dame Elinor) & so lay still, refusing to give 
 him any countenace. Whereat he perceiving all the other 
 Gentlewomen fall to whispering, thought good, boldlye to 
 pleade his owne case : and approching the bed began to enforce 
 his unwylling Mistresse unto curtesie, wherein he used such 
 vehemence as she could not wel by any meanes refuse to talk 
 with him : but what their talke was, I may not take upon me 
 to tel you. Sufficeth this to be known, that in the end she 
 pretended to passe over all olde grudges, and thencefoorth to 
 pleas[u]re him as occation might serve, the which occation was 
 so long in hapening, that in the ende he being nowe eftsones 
 troubled with unquiet fantasies, and forced to use his penne 
 againe as an Ambassadour betweene them : one daye amongst 
 the rest found oportunitye to thrust a letter into her bosome, 
 wherein hee had earnestly requested another Mooneshine banquet 
 or frydayes breakfast to recomfort his dulled spirites, whereunto 
 the Dame yelded this aunswere in writing, but of whose endyting 
 judge you. 
 
 I can but smyle at your simplicitye, who burden your frends 
 with an impossibility. The case so stode as I could not though 
 I would. Wherefore from hencefoorth either learne to frame 
 your request more reasonablye, or else stand content with a flat 
 repulse. SHE. 
 
 \F\erdinando liked this letter but a litle : & being thereby 
 droven into his accustomed vaine, he compiled in verse this 
 aunswere folowing, upon these wordes conteined in her letter, 
 / could not though I would. 
 
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OF MASTER F. J. 
 
 / could not though I would: good Ladie sale not so, 
 
 Since one good word of your good wil might sone redresse my wo, 
 
 Where would is free before, there could can never faile : 
 
 For profe, you see how gallies passe where ships ca here no saile, 
 
 The wearie marriner where skies are overcast, 
 
 By readie will doth guide his skil and wins the haven at last, 
 
 The pretie bird that singes with pricke against her brest, 
 
 Doth make a vertue of hir nede, to watche when others rest, 
 
 And true the proverbe is, which you have laide apart, 
 
 There is no hap can seeme to hard unto a willing heart. 
 
 Then lovelie Ladie mine, you saie not as you should, 
 
 In doutful tearms to answere thus : I could not though I would. 
 
 Yes yes, full well you know, your can is quicke and good: 
 
 And wilfull will is eke too swift, to shed my guiltlesse blood. 
 
 But if good will were bent as prest as power is, 
 
 Such will would quicklie find the skil to mende that is a misse. 
 
 Wherefore if you desire to see my true love spilt, 
 
 Commaund and I will slea my selfe, that yours male be the gilt, 
 
 But if you have no power to saie your servaunt naie, 
 
 Write thus: I maie not as I would, yet must I as I maie. 
 
 Ferdinando. Jeronimy. 
 
 THus Jeronimy replied upon his Mistres answere, hoping 
 thereby to recover some favour at hir hands, but it would 
 not be: so that nowe he had bene as likelye (as at the first) to 
 have fretted in fantasies, had not the Ladye Fraunces cotinually 
 comforted him: and by litle & litle she drove suche reason into 
 his minde, that now he began to subdue his humor with dis- 
 cretion, and to determine that if he might espie evident profe 
 of his Mistres fraieltie, he would then stand content with 
 patience perforce, & geve his Mistres the Bezo la[s manos\ And 
 it happened one daye amongst others, that he resorted to his 
 mistresse chamber and founde her {alio solito) lying uppon her 
 bed, and the Secretarie with Dame Pergo and her handmaide 
 keeping of her company. Whereat Ferdinando somewhat 
 repyning, came to her and fell to dalliaunce, as one that had 
 nowe rather adventure to be thought presumptious than yeelde 
 to be accompted bashfull, he cast his [a]rme over his Mistresse, 
 and began to accuse hir of sluggishnes, using some other bolde 
 
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 partes, as well to provoke hir, as also to grieve the other. The 
 Ladye seemed litle to delight in his dallying, but cast a glance 
 at hir Secretarie, & therewith smiled, when as the Secretarie 
 and Dame Pergo burst out into open laughter. The which 
 Ferdinando perceiving, and disdaining her ingratitude, was 
 forced to depart, and in that fantasie compiled this Sonet. 
 
 With hir in armes that had my hart in holde, 
 I stoode of late to pleade for pitie so : 
 And as I did hir lovelie lookes beholde, 
 Shee cast a glaunce upon my rival! foe. 
 His fleering face provoked hir to smile, 
 When my salt teares were drowned in disdaine : 
 He glad, I sad, he laught, {alas the while) 
 I wept for woe : I pin'd for deadlie paine. 
 And when I sawe none other boote prevaile, 
 But reason rule must guide my skilfull minde : 
 Why then {quod I) olde proverbes never faile, 
 For yet was never good Cat out of kinde. 
 Nor woman true but even as stories tell, 
 Wonne with an egge, and lost againe with shell. 
 
 Ferdinando. Jeronimy. 
 
 THis Sonet declareth that he began now to accompt of hir 
 as she deserved, for it hath a sharpe conclusion, and it is 
 somewhat too general. Well, as it is he lost it, where his 
 Mistresse found it, and she immediatly imparted the same 
 unto Dame Pergo, and Dame Pergo unto others: so that it 
 quickely became common in the house. Amongst others 
 Mistres Fraunces having recovered a copie of it, did seme to 
 pardon the generallity, and to bee wel pleased with the per- 
 ticularity thereof, the whiche shee bewraied one daye unto 
 Ferdinando in this wise. Of all the joyes that ever I had (my 
 good Trust quod shee) there is none where in I take more 
 comforte than in your conformity. And although your present 
 rage is such that you can bee content to condemne a number 
 unknowen, for the transgression of one to well knowne : yet I 
 doe rather rejoyce that you should judge your pleasure over 
 many, than too be abused by any. My good Hope (quod he) 
 
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OF MASTER F. J. 
 
 it were not reason that after such manyfold profes of your 
 exceding curtesies, I should use straung or contencious speech 
 with so deare a friend. And in deed I must confesse that the 
 opinion which I have conceived of my Mistresse, hath stirred 
 my penne to write very hardly agaynst all the feminine gender. 
 But I praye you pardon me (quod he) & if it please you I will 
 recant it, as also (parcase) I was but cloyd with surcuydrye, and 
 presumed to think more than may be proved. Yea but how if 
 it were proved quod Dame Fr ounces ? If it were so (which 
 God forbid quod he) then coulde you not blame me to conceive 
 that opinion. Howsoever I might blame you (quod she) I 
 meane not to blame you, but I demaund further, if it be as I 
 thinke & you suspedT:, what will you then do ? Surely (quod 
 he) I have determined to drinke up mine own sorow secretly, 
 and to bid them both a Dieu. I like your farewell better than 
 your fantasie (quod she) and whensoever you can be content to 
 take somuch paynes, as the Knight (which had a night gowne 
 garded with naked swordes) dyd take, I thinke you maye put 
 your selfe out of doubt of all these thynges. By these wordes 
 and other speech which she uttered unto him, Ferdinando smelt 
 how the world wente about, and therefore dyd one day in the 
 grey morning adventure to passe through the gallery towardes 
 his Mistresse Chamber, hoping to have found the doore open, 
 but he founde the contrarye, and there attending in good 
 devotion, hearde the parting of his Mistresse and hir Secretaries 
 with many kinde wordes: whereby it appeared that the one 
 was very loth to depart from the other. Poore Jeronimy was 
 enforced to beare this burden, and after hee had attended there 
 as long as the light woulde give him leave, he departed also to 
 his Chamber, and apparelling himselfe, could not be quiet 
 untyll he had spoken with his mistresse, whome he burdened 
 flatly with this despitefull trecherye: and she as fast denyed it, 
 untyl at last being styll urged with such evident tokens as he 
 alleadged, shee gave him this bone to gnawe uppon. And if I 
 dyd so (quod shee) what than ? Whereunto Ferdinando made 
 none answere, but departed with this farewel. My losse is mine 
 oivne, and your gaine is none of yours, and sooner can I recover my 
 losse, than you enjoye the gaine which you gape after. And when 
 hee was in place sollitary, he compiled these following for a 
 finall ende of the matter. 
 
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 And if I did what then f 
 Are you agreeved therefore ? 
 The Sea hath fishe for everie man, 
 And -what would you have more ? 
 
 Thus did my Mistresse once, 
 Amaze my minde with doubt: 
 And popt a question for the nonce, 
 To beate my braines about. 
 
 Whereto I thus replied, 
 Eache Fisherman can wishe, 
 That all the Seas at everie tide, 
 Were his aloane to fishe. 
 
 And so did I [in vaine,) 
 
 But since it maie not be : 
 
 Let such fishe there as finde the gaine, 
 
 And leave the losse for me. 
 
 And with such lucke and losse, 
 
 I will content my selfe : 
 
 Till tydes of turning time maye tosse, 
 
 Suche fishers on the shelfe. 
 
 And when they sticke on sondes, 
 
 That everie man maie see : 
 
 Then will I laugh and clappe my handes, 
 
 As they doe nowe at mee. 
 
 Ferdinando Jeronimy. 
 
 THus Ferdinando being no longer able to beare these 
 extreeme despites, resolved to absent him selfe, [a]swell 
 for his owne further quiete, as also to avoide the occasion of 
 greater mischiefes that might ensewe : And although the 
 exceeding curtesies and approved fidelitie of Dame Fraunces 
 had beene sufficient to allure the fast lyking of any man, 
 especially considering that shee was reasonably fayre, and 
 descended of a worthy father, who nowe fell flatlye to move 
 and solicite the same, yet such sinistre conceyptes had he taken 
 by the frailtye of Dame Elinor, as that rejecting all proffers, 
 
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OF MASTER F. J. 
 
 and contempning all curtesies, he tooke his leave, & (without 
 pretence of returne) departed to his house in Venice : spending 
 there y e rest of his dayes in a dissolute kind of lyfe : & aban- 
 doning the worthy Lady Fraunc\ischin)a, who (dayly being 
 gauled with the griefe of his great ingratitude) dyd shortlye 
 bring hir selfe into a myserable consumption : whereof (after 
 three yeares languishing) shee dyed: Notwithstanding al 
 which occur[rente]s the Lady Elinor lived long in y e con- 
 tinuance of hir acustomed change : & thus we see that where 
 wicked lust doeth beare the name of love, it doth not onelye 
 infedte the lyght minded, but it maye also become confusion to 
 others which are vowed to constancie. And to that ende I 
 have recyted this Fable which maye serve as ensample to warne 
 the youthfull reader from attempting the lyke worthies enter- 
 prise. I knowe not howe my rude translation thereof wyll 
 delight the finest judgementes : But sure as Bartello writteth 
 it in Italian, it is both pleasaunt and profitable : the which 
 hath made mee adventure thus to publishe the same in such 
 simple style as I am able to endite : Desiring the gentle reader, 
 rather to take example of reformation therein, then to 
 finde faulte at the homelye handling of the same. 
 
 Ever or never. 
 
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WEEDES 
 
 *J In praise of a gentlewoman who though she were 
 
 not verye fayre, yet was she as harde 
 
 favoured as might be. 
 
 IF men may credite give, to true reported fames, (Dames ? 
 Who doubtes but stately Rome had stoore of lustye loving 
 Whose eares have bene so deafe, as never yet heard tell, 
 Howe far the freshe Pompeia, for beautie dyd excel. 
 And golden Marcus he, that swaide the Romaine sword, 
 Bare witnesse of Boemia, by credite of his word. 
 What neede I mo rehearse ? since all the world dyd know, 
 How high the floods of beauties blaze, within those walles dyd 
 And yet in all that choyse a worthy Romaine Knight, (flowe. 
 Antonlus who conquered prowde Egipt by his might, 
 Not al to please his eye, but most to ease his minde, 
 Chose Cleopatra for his love, and left the rest behind. 
 i h !TuL an A wonc lrous thing to reade, in all his vi&orye, 
 
 He snapt but hir for his owne share, to please his fantasie. 
 She was not fayre God wot, the countreye breades none bright, 
 Well maye we judge hir skinne the foyle, because hyr teeth 
 
 were white. 
 Percase hyr lovelye lookes, some prayses dyd deserve, 
 But browne I dare be bolde shee was, for so the soyle dyd serve. 
 And could Antonius forsake the fayre in Rome ? 
 To love his nutbrowne Ladye best, was this an equall doome ? 
 I dare well say dames there, did beare him deadly grudge, 
 His sentence had beene shortly sayde, if Faustine had bene judge. 
 For this I dare avow, (without vaunt be it spoke) 
 So brave a knight as Anthony, held al their necks in yoke : 
 I leave not Lucrece out, beleeve in hir who lyst, 
 I thinke she would have lik'd his lure, & stooped to his fist. 
 What mov'd the chieftain then, to lincke his liking thus ? 
 I would some Romaine dame were here, the question to discusse. 
 But [I that] read her life, do finde therein by fame, 
 Howe cleare hir curtesie dyd shine, in honour of hir name. 
 Hir bountie did excell, hir trueth had never pere, 
 Hir lovely lokes, hir pleasant speech, hir lusty loving chere. 
 And all the worthy giftes, that ever yet were found, 
 Within this good Egiptian Queene, dyd seeme for to abound. 
 
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WEEDES 
 
 Wherefore he worthy was, to win the golden fleece, (peece. 
 Which scornd the biasing starres in Rome, to conquere such a 
 And shee to quite his love, in spite of dreadfull death, (breath. 
 Enshrinde with Snakes within his Tombe, did yeeld hir parting 
 
 Allegoria. 
 
 IF fortune favord him, then may that man rejoyce, 
 And thinke himself a happy man by hap of happy choice. 
 Who loves and is belov'd of one as good, as true, 
 As kind as Cleopatra was, and yet more bright of hewe. 
 Hir eyes as greye as glasse, hir teeth as white as mylke, 
 A ruddy lippe, a dimpled chyn, a skyn as smoth as silke. 
 A wight what could you more, that may content mannes minde, 
 And hath supplies for ev'ry want, that any man can finde. 
 And may him selfe assure, when hence his life shall passe, 
 She wil be stong to death with snakes, as Cleopatra was. 
 
 Si fortunatus infcelix. 
 
 ^f The praise of Phillip Sparrowe. 
 
 OF all the byrdes that I doe know, 
 Phillip my Sparow hath no peare: 
 For sit she high or lye she lowe, 
 Be shee farre off, or be shee neare, 
 There is no byrde so fayre, so fine, 
 Nor yet so freshe as this of myne. 
 
 Come in a morning mer[ri]ly, 
 
 When Phillip hath bene lately fed, 
 
 Or in an evening soberlye, 
 
 When Phillip lyst to goe to bed : 
 
 It is a heaven to heare my Phippe, 
 
 Howe she can chirpe with chery lippe. 
 
 She never wanders farre abroade, 
 
 But is at hand when I doe call : 
 
 If I commaund shee layes on loade, 
 
 With lips, with teeth, with tongue and all. 
 
 She chants, she chirpes, she makes such cheere, 
 
 That I beleeve she hath no peere. 
 
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 And yet besides all this good sport, 
 My Phillip can both sing and daunce: 
 With new found toyes of sundry- sort, 
 My Phillip can both pricke and praunce: 
 As if you saye but fend cut phippe, 
 Lord how the peat will turne and skippe. 
 
 Hir fethers are so freshe of hewe, 
 And so well proyned everye daye: 
 She lackes none oyle, I warrant you: 
 To trimme hir tayle both tricke and gaye. 
 And though hir mouth be somewhat wide, 
 Hir tonge is sweet and short beside. 
 
 And for the rest I dare compare, 
 She is both tender, sweet and soft : 
 She never lacketh dainty fare, 
 But is well fed and feedeth oft: 
 For if my phip have lust to eate, 
 I warrant you phip lacks no meate. 
 
 And then if that hir meat be good, 
 And such as like do love alway: 
 She will lay lips theron by the rood, 
 And see that none be cast away : 
 For when she once hath felt a fitte, 
 Phillip will crie still, yit, yit, yit. 
 
 And to tell trueth he were to blame, 
 Which had so fine a Byrde as she, 
 To make him all this goodly game, 
 Without suspedt or jellousie: 
 He were a churle and knewe no good, 
 Would see hir faynt for lacke of food. 
 
 Wherfore I sing and ever shall, 
 To prayse as I have often prov'd 
 There is no byrd amongst them all, 
 So worthy for to be belov'd. 
 Let other prayse what byrd they will, 
 Sweet Phillip shalbe my byrd still. 
 
 Si fortunatus infaelix. 
 
WEEDES 
 
 ^[ Farewell with a mischeife, written by a lover being 
 disdaynefullye abjedted by a dame of highe calling, Who had 
 chosen (in his place) a playe fellow of baser condition: & 
 therfore he determined to step a side, and before his departure 
 giveth hir this farwell in verse. 
 
 THy byrth, thy beautie, nor thy brave attyre, 
 (Disdaynfull Dame, which doest me double wrong) 
 Thy hygh estate, which sets thy harte on fire, 
 Or newe found choyse, which cannot serve thee long 
 Shall make me dread, with pen for to reherse, 
 Thy skittish deedes, in this my parting verse. 
 
 For why thou knowest, and I my selfe can tell, 
 By many vowes, how thou to me wert bound : 
 And how for joye, thy hart did seeme to swell, 
 And in delight, how thy desires were drownd. 
 When of thy will, the walks I did assayle, 
 Wherin fond fancie, fought for mine avayle. 
 
 And though my mind, have small delight to vaunt, 
 
 Yet must I vowe, my hart to thee was true: 
 
 My hand was alwayes able for to daunt, 
 
 Thy slaundrous fooes, and kepe theyr tongues in mew. 
 
 My head (though dull) was yet of such devise, 
 
 As might have kept thy name alwayes in price. 
 
 And for the rest my body was not brave, 
 
 But able yet, of substaunce to allaye, 
 
 The raging lust, wherein thy limbes did rave, 
 
 And quench the coales, which kindled thee to playe. 
 
 Such one I was, and such alwayes wyl be, 
 
 For worthy Dames, but then I meane not thee. 
 
 For thou hast caught a proper paragon, 
 
 A theefe, a cowarde, and a Peacocke foole: 
 
 An Ase, a milkesop, and a minion, 
 
 Which hath no oyle, thy furyous flames to coole, 
 
 Such on he is, a pheare for thee most fit, 
 
 A wandring gest, to please thy wavering wit. 
 
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 A theefe I counte him for he robbes us both, 
 
 Thee of thy name, and me of my delight: 
 
 A, coward is he noted where he goeth, 
 
 Since every child is match to him in might. 
 
 And for his pride no more, but marke his plumes, 
 
 The which to princke, he dayes and nights consumes. 
 
 The rest thy selfe, in secret sorte can judge, 
 
 He rides not me, thou knowest his sadell best : 
 
 And though these tricks of thine, mought make me grudg, 
 
 And kindle wrath, in my revenging brest 
 
 Yet of my selfe, and not to please thy mind, 
 
 I stand content, my rage in rule to binde. 
 
 And farre from thee now must I take my flight, 
 Where tongues maye tell, (and I not see) thy fall: 
 Where I maye drinke these druggs of thy dispite, 
 To purge my Melancholike mind with all. 
 In secrete so, my stomacke will I sterve, 
 Wishing thee better than thou doest deserve. 
 
 Spr&ta tamen vivunt. 
 
 The doale of disclaim written by a lover disdain- 
 fully rejecled contrary to former promise. 
 
 THe deadly dropes of darke disdayne, 
 Which dayly fall on my deserte, 
 The lingring sute long spent in vayne, 
 Wherof I feele no frute but smart: 
 Enforce me now th[ese] wordes to write: 
 Not all for love but more for spite. 
 
 The which to the I must rehearse, 
 Whom I dyd honour, serve and trust, 
 And though the musicke of my verse, 
 Be plainsong tune both true and just: 
 Content thee yet to here my song, 
 For els thou doest me doobble wrong. 
 
WEEDES 
 
 I must alledge, and thou canst tell 
 How faithfully I vowed to serve, 
 And howe thou seemest to like me well: 
 And how thou saydest I did deserve, 
 To be thy Lord, thy Knight, thy King. 
 And how much more I list not sing. 
 
 And canst thou now (thou cfuell one) 
 Condemne desert to deepe dispayre ? 
 Is all thy promise past and gone ? 
 Is fayth so fled into the ayre ? 
 If that be so, what rests for me ? 
 But thus in song to saye to thee. 
 
 If Cressydes name were not so knowen, 
 
 And written wide on every wall : 
 
 If brute of pryde were not so blowen, 
 
 Upon Angelica withall : 
 
 For hault disdayne thou mightst be she, 
 
 Or Cresside for inconstancie. 
 
 And in reward of thy desart, 
 I hope at last to see thee payd: 
 With deepe repentaunce for thy part, 
 Which thou hast now so lewedly playd. 
 Medoro hee must bee thy make, 
 Since thou Orlando doest for sake. 
 
 Such is the fruite that groweth alwaies, 
 
 Upon the roote of ripe disdaine: 
 
 Such kindly wages Cupide payes, 
 
 Where constant hearts cannot remaine, 
 
 I hope to see thee in such bandes, 
 
 When I may laugh and clappe my handes. 
 
 But yet for thee I must protest, 
 [That] sure the faulte is none of thine, 
 Thou art as true as is the best, 
 That ever came of Cressedes lyne : 
 For constant yet was never none, 
 But in unconstancie alone. 
 
 Meritum petere, grave. 
 
 Angelica re- 
 fusing the 
 most famous 
 knights in 
 the whole 
 woride, 
 chose at last 
 Medoro 
 a poore 
 serving man. 
 
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 ^f Mars in despite of Vulcane -written for an absent 
 lover (parted from his Lady by Sea.) 
 
 BOth deepe and dreadfull were the Seas, 
 Which held Leander from his love, 
 Yet could no doubtes his mind appease, 
 Nor save his life for hir behove: 
 But guiltlesse bloud it selfe would spill, 
 To please the waves and worke his wyll. 
 O greedye gulfe, O wretched waves, 
 
 cruell floods, O sinke of shames, 
 You holde true lovers bound like slaves, 
 And keepe them from their worthy Dames: 
 Your open mouth gapes evermore, 
 
 Tyll one or both be drowned therefore. 
 
 For proofe whereof my selfe maye sing, 
 
 And shrich to pearce the loftye skies, 
 
 Whose Lady left me languishing, 
 
 Uppon the shoare in woofull wise. 
 
 And crost the Seas out of my sight, 
 
 Wherby I lost my chiefe delight. 
 
 She sayd that no such trustlesse flood, 
 
 Should keepe our loves (long time) in twayne: 
 
 She sware no bread shoulde doe hyr good, 
 
 Till she migh[t] see my selfe agayne. 
 
 She sayd and swore these wordes and mo, 
 
 But now I finde them nothing so. 
 
 What resteth then for me to doo, 
 
 Thou salte sea foome come saye thy mind ? 
 
 Should I come drowne within thee to, 
 
 That am of true Leanders kind ? 
 
 And headlong cast this corpes of mine, 
 
 Into th[ose] greedy guttes of thine. 
 
 No cruel, but in spite of thee, 
 
 1 will make Seas where earst were none, 
 My teares shall flowe in full degree, 
 Tyll all my myrth may ebbe to mone. 
 Into such droppes I meane to melt, 
 And in such Seas my selfe to swelt. 
 
WEEDES 
 
 Lenvoie, 
 
 f Yet you deere Dame for whome I fade, 
 Thus starving still in wretched state: 
 Remember once your promise made, 
 Performe it now though all to late. 
 Come home to Mars who may you please, 
 Let Vulcane bide beyond the Seas. 
 
 Meritum petere, grave. 
 
 ^f Patience perforce, wherein an absent lover doth 
 
 thus encourage his Lady to con- 
 
 tinew constant. 
 
 COntent thy selfe with patience perforce: 
 And quenche no love with droppes of darcke mistrust: 
 Let absence have no power to divorce, 
 Thy faithfull friend which meaneth to be just. 
 Beare but a while thy Constance to declare, 
 For when I come one ynche shall breake no square. 
 
 I must confesse that promise dyd me binde, 
 
 For to have sene thy seemely selfe ere now: 
 
 And if thou knewest what griefes did gaule my minde, 
 
 Bicause I coulde not keepe that faithfull vowe, 
 
 My just excuse, I can my selfe assure, 
 
 With lytle paine thy pardon might procure. 
 
 But call to minde how long Ulisses was, 
 
 In lingring absence, from his loving make: 
 
 And howe she deigned then hir dayes to passe, 
 
 In solitary silence for his sake. 
 
 Be thou a true Penelope to me, 
 
 And thou shalt sone thine owne Ulisses see. 
 
 What sayd I ? sone ? yea sone I saye againe, 
 
 I wyll come sone and soner if I maye : 
 
 Beleeve me nowe it is a pinching payne, 
 
 To thinke of love, when lovers are awaye. 
 
 Such thoughts I have, and when I thinke on thee, 
 
 My thoughtes are there, whereas my bones would bee. 
 
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 The longing lust which Priames sonne of Troye, 
 Had for to see his Cresside come againe: 
 Could not exceede the depth of mine anoye, 
 Nor seeme to passe the patterne of my payne. 
 I fryse in hope, I thaw in hote desire, 
 Farre from the flame, and yet I burne like fire. 
 
 Wherfore deare friend, thinke on the pleasures past. 
 And let my teares, for both our paines sufHse: 
 The lingring joyes, when as they come at last, 
 Are bet then those, which passe in posting wise. 
 And I my selfe, to prove this tale is true, 
 In hast, post hast, thy comfort will renew. 
 Meritum petere, grave. 
 
 fl" A letter devised for a yong lover. 
 
 REceive you worthy Dame, this rude & ragged verse, 
 Lend wylling eare unto the tale, which I shall nowe 
 rehearse. 
 And though my witlesse woordes might moove you for to smile, 
 Yet trust to that which I shal tel, & never marke my stile. 
 Amongst five hundreth Dames, presented to my view, 
 I find most cause by due desert, to like the best of you. 
 I see your beautie such, as seemeth to suffice, (eyes. 
 
 To binde my heart in linckes of love, by judgement of myne 
 And but your bounty quench, the coales of quicke desire, 
 I feare that face of yours wyll set, ten thousand hearts on fire. 
 But bounty so aboundes, above al my desart, (smart. 
 
 As that I quake and shrinke for feare, to shewe you of my 
 Yet since mine eye made choice, my hart shal not repent, 
 But yeeld it self unto your wyl, & therwith stand content. 
 God knowth I am not great, my power it is not much, 
 The greater glorye shall you gaine, to shew your favour suche. 
 And what I am or have, all that I yeeld to you, (is true. 
 
 My hande and sworde shall serve alwayes, to prove my tongue 
 Then take me for your owne, and so I wyl be still, 
 Beleeve me nowe, I make this vowe, in hope of your good wyll. 
 Which if I may obtaine, God leave me when I change, 
 This is the tale I meant to tell, good Lady be not strange. 
 
 Meritum peters, grave. 
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 ^J Davids salutacions to Berzabe wherein are three sonets in 
 sequence, written uppon this occation. The deviser hereof 
 amongst other friendes had named a gentlewoman his Berzabe, 
 and she was content to call him hir David. The man pre- 
 sented his Lady with a booke of the Golden Asse, written by 
 Lucius Apuleius, and in the beginning of the booke wrote this 
 sequence. You must conferre it with the Historye of Apuleius, 
 for else it wyll have small grace. 
 
 THis Apuleius was in Affricke borne, 
 And tooke delight to travaile Thessaly, 
 As one that helde his native soyle in skorne, 
 In foraine coastes to feede his fantasie. 
 And such againe as wandring wits find out, 
 This yonker wonne by wyll and weary toyle, 
 A youth mispent, a doting age in doubt, 
 A body brusd with many a beastly broyle, 
 A presaunt pleasure passing on a pace, 
 And paynting plaine the path of penitence, 
 A frollicke favour foyld with fowle disgrace, 
 When hoary heares should claime their reverence. 
 Such is the fruite that growes on gadding trees, 
 Such kynd of mell most moveth busie Bees. 
 
 For Lucius he, 
 Esteeming more one ounce of present sport, 
 Than elders doe a pound of perfect wit : 
 First to the bowre of beautie doth resorte, 
 And there in pleasure passed many a fitte, 
 His worthie race he (recklesse) doth forget, 
 With small regarde in great affaires he reeles, 
 No counsell grave, nor good advise can set 
 His braynes in brake that whirled still on wheeles. 
 For if Byrhena coulde have helde him backe, 
 From Venus court where he nowe nusled was, 
 His lustie limmes had never founde the lacke 
 Of manlie shape: the figure of an Asse, 
 Had not bene blazed on his bloud and bones, 
 To wound his will with torments all attones. 
 
 But Fotis she, 
 Who sawe this Lording whitled with the cup 
 Of vaine delight, wherof he gan to tast : 
 
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 Pourde out apace, and fillde the Mazor up, 
 
 With drunken dole: yea after that in hast, 
 
 She greazde this guest with sause of Sorcerie, 
 
 And fedde his minde with knacks both queint and strange : 
 
 Lo here the treazon and the trecherie 
 
 Of gadding girles, when they delight to range. 
 
 For Lucius thinking to become a foule, 
 
 Became a foole, yea more than that, an Asse, 
 
 A bobbing blocke, a beating stocke, an owle, 
 
 Well woondred at in place where he did passe : 
 
 And spent his time, his travaile and his cost, 
 
 To purchase payne and all his labor lost. 
 
 Yet I pore J, 
 Who make of thee my Fotys and my frende, 
 In like delight my youthfull yeares to spend : 
 Do hope thou wilt from such soure sause defend, 
 
 David thy King. 
 Meritum petere grave. 
 
 Soone acquainted, soone forgotten, 
 
 As appeareth here by an uncourteous farewell 
 
 to an inconstant Dame. 
 
 IF what you want, you (wanton) had at will, 
 A stedfast minde, a faythfull loving heart : 
 If what you speake you woulde performe it still, 
 If from your worde your deede did not reverte : 
 If youthfull yeares your thoughtes did not so rule, 
 As elder dayes may scorne your friendship fraile, 
 Your doubled fansie would not thus recule, 
 For peevish pryde which nowe I must bewaile. 
 For Cresside faire did Troilus never love, 
 More deare than I esteemde your freamed cheare, 
 Whose wavering wayes (since nowe I do them prove) 
 By true reporte this witnesse with me beare : 
 That if your friendship be not to deare bought, 
 The price is great that nothing gives for nought. 
 Meritum petere grave. 
 
 FINIS. 
 
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T Certayne notes of Instru&ion 
 
 concerning the making of verse or 
 
 ryme in English, written at the request 
 of Master Edouardo Donati. 
 
 SIgnor Edouardo, since promise is debt, and you (by the lawe 
 of friendship) do burden me with a promise that I shoulde 
 lende you instructions towards the making of English verse or 
 ryme, I will assaye to discharge the same, though not so per- 
 fectly as I would, yet as readily as I may : and therwithall I 
 pray you consider that Quot homines, tot Sentent'ne, especially in 
 Poetrie, wherein (neverthelesse) I dare not challenge any degree, 
 and yet will I at your request adventure to set downe my simple 
 skill in such simple manner as I have used, referring the same 
 hereafter to the correction of the Laureate. And you shall 
 have it in these few poynts followyng. 
 
 THe first and most necessarie poynt that ever I founde 
 meete to be cosidered in making of a delegable poeme 
 is this, to grounde it upon some fine invention. For it is not 
 inough to roll in pleasant woordes, nor yet to thunder in Rym, 
 Ram, Ruff, by letter (quoth my master Chaucer) nor yet to 
 abounde in apt vocables, or epythetes, unlesse the Invention 
 have in it also aliquid salts. By this aliquid salts, I meane 
 some good and fine devise, shewing the quicke capacitie of a 
 writer : and where I say some good and fine invention, I meane 
 that I would have it both fine and good. For many inventions 
 are so superfine, that they are Vix good. And againe many 
 Inventions are good, and yet not finely handled. And for a 
 general forwarning: what Theame soever you do take in 
 hande, if you do handle it but tanquam in oratione perpetua, and 
 never studie for some depth of devise in y e Invention, & some 
 figures also in the handlyng thereof: it will appeare to the 
 skilfull Reader but a tale of a tubbe. To deliver unto you 
 generall examples it were almoste unpossible, sithence the 
 occasions of Inventions are (as it were) infinite : neverthelesse 
 take in worth mine opinion, and perceyve my furder meanyng 
 in these few poynts. If I should undertake to wryte in prayse 
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 of a gentlewoman, I would neither praise hir christal eye, nor 
 hir cherrie lippe, &c. For these things are trita & obvia. 
 But I would either finde some supernaturall cause wherby my 
 penne might walke in the superlative degree, or els I would 
 undertake to aunswere for any imperfection that shee hath, 
 and thereupon rayse the prayse of hir commendacion. Like- 
 wise if I should disclose my pretence in love, I would eyther 
 make a straunge discourse of some intollerable passion, or finde 
 occasion to pleade by the example of some historie, or discover 
 my disquiet in shadowes per Allegoriam, or use the covertest 
 meane that I could to avoyde the uncomely customes of commo 
 writers. Thus much I adventure to deliver unto you (my 
 freend) upon the rule of Invention, which of all other rules is 
 most to be marked, and hardest to be prescribed in certayne 
 and infallible rules, neverthelesse to conclude therein, I would 
 have you stand most upon the excellencie of your Invention, & 
 sticke not to studie deepely for some fine devise. For that 
 beyng founde, pleasant woordes will follow well inough and 
 fast inough. 
 
 2 Your Invention being once devised, take heede that 
 neither pleasure of rime, nor varietie of devise, do carie you 
 from it : for as to use obscure & darke phrases in a pleasant 
 Sonet, is nothing deleftable, so to entermingle merie jests in a 
 serious matter is an Indecorum. 
 
 3 I will next advise you that you hold the just measure 
 wherwith you begin your verse, I will not denie but this may 
 seeme a preposterous ordre: but bycause I covet rather to 
 satisfie you particularly, than to undertake a generall tradition, 
 I wil not somuch stand upon the manner as the matter of my 
 precepts. I say then, remember to holde the same measure 
 wherwith you begin, whether it be in a verse of sixe syllables, 
 eight, ten, twelve, &c. and though this precept might seeme 
 ridiculous unto you, since every yong scholler can conceive 
 that he ought to continue in the same measure wherwith he 
 beginneth, yet do I see and read many mens Poems now 
 adayes, whiche beginning with the measure of xii. in the first 
 line, & xiiii. in the second (which is the common kinde of 
 verse) they wil yet (by that time they have passed over a few 
 verses) fal into xiiii. & fourtene, & sic de simiiibus, the which is 
 either forgetfulnes or carelesnes. 
 
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 4 And in your verses remembre to place every worde in 
 his natural Emphasis or sound, that is to say in such wise, and 
 with such length or shortnesse, elevation or depression of 
 sillables, as it is comonly pronounced or used : to expresse the 
 same we have three maner of accents, gravis, k[v]is, & circum- 
 Jiexa, the whiche I would english thus, the long accent, the 
 short accent, & that whiche is indifferent : the grave accent is 
 marked by this cara&e, / the light accent is noted thus, \ & the 
 circuflexe or indifferent is thus signified ~ : the grave accent is 
 drawe out or elevate, and maketh that sillable long wherupo it 
 is placed : the light accet is depressed or snatched up, and 
 maketh that sillable short upon the which it lighteth : the 
 circumflexe accent is indifferet, sometimes short, sometimes 
 long, sometimes depressed & sometimes elevate. For exaple 
 of th' emphasis or natural sound of words, this word Treasure, 
 hath the grave accent upo the first sillable, whereas if it shoulde 
 be written in this sorte, Treasure, nowe were the second sillable 
 long, & that were cleane contrarie to the comon use wherwith 
 it is pronounced. For furder explanation hereof, note you that 
 cSmonly now a dayes in english rimes (for I dare not cal them 
 English verses) we use none other order but a foote of two 
 sillables, wherof the first is depressed or made short, & the 
 second is elevate or made log : and that sound or scaning con- 
 tinueth throughout the verse. We have used in times past 
 other kindes of Meeters : as for example this following : 
 
 No wight in this world, that wealth can attayne, 
 
 \/ \\/ \ /\\ / 
 
 Unlesse he beleve, that all is but vayne. 
 
 Also our father Chaucer hath used the same libertie in feete 
 and measures that the Latinists do use : and who so ever do 
 peruse and well consider his workes, he shall finde that although 
 his lines are not alwayes of one selfe same number of Syllables, 
 yet beyng redde by one that hath understanding, the longest 
 verse and that which hath most Syllables in it, will fall (to the 
 eare) correspondent unto that whiche hath fewest sillables in it : 
 and like wise that whiche hath in it fewest syllables, shalbe 
 
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 founde yet to consist of woordes that have suche naturall 
 sounde, as may seeme equall in length to a verse which hath 
 many moe sillables of lighter accentes. And surely I can 
 lament that wee are fallen into suche a playne and simple 
 manner of wryting, that there is none other foote used but 
 one: wherby our Poemes may justly be called Rithmes, and 
 cannot by any right challenge the name of a Verse. But since 
 it is so, let us take the forde as we finde it, and lette me set 
 downe unto you suche rules or precepts that even in this playne 
 foote of two syllables you wreste no woorde from his natural 
 and usuall sounde, I do not meane hereby that you may use 
 none other wordes but of twoo sillables, for therein you may 
 use discretion according to occasion of matter : but my meaning 
 is, that all the wordes in your verse be so placed as the first 
 sillable may sound short or be depressed, the second long or 
 elevate, the third shorte, the fourth long, the fifth shorte, &c. 
 For example of my meaning in this point marke these two 
 verses : 
 
 j\j\j\s\r 
 
 I understand your meanyng by your eye. 
 
 \ / \/\/\ / \ / 
 
 Your meaning I understand by your eye. 
 
 In these two verses there seemeth no difference at all, since 
 the one hath the very selfe same woordes that the other hath, 
 and yet the latter verse is neyther true nor pleasant, & the first 
 verse may passe the musters. The fault of the latter verse is 
 that this worde understand is therein so placed as the grave 
 accent falleth upo der, and therby maketh der, in this worde 
 understand to be elevated : which is contrarie to the naturall or 
 
 \\ / \/ \ 
 
 usual pronuciation : for we say understand, and not understand. 
 5 Here by the way I thinke it not amisse to forewarne 
 you that you thrust as few wordes of many sillables into your 
 verse as may be : and hereunto I might alledge many reasons : 
 first the most auncient English wordes are of one sillable, so 
 that the more monasyllables that you use, the truer Englishman 
 you shall seeme, and the lesse you shall smell of the Inkehorne. 
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 Also wordes of many syllables do cloye a verse and make it 
 unpleasant, whereas woordes of one syllable will more easily 
 fall to be shorte or long as occasion requireth, or wilbe adapted 
 to become circumflexe or of an indifferent sounde. 
 
 6 I would exhorte you also to beware of rime without 
 reason : my meaning is hereby that your rime leade you not 
 from your firste Invention, for many wryters when they have 
 layed the platforme of their invention, are yet drawen some- 
 times (by ryme) to forget it or at least to alter it, as when they 
 cannot readily finde out a worde whiche maye rime to the first 
 (and yet continue their determinate Invention) they do then 
 eyther botche it up with a worde that will ryrrie (howe small 
 reason soever it carie with it) or els they alter their first worde 
 and so percase decline or trouble their former Invention : But 
 do you alwayes hold your first determined Invention, and do 
 rather searche the bottome of your braynes for apte wordes, 
 than chaunge good reason for rumbling rime. 
 
 7 To help you a little with ryme (which is also a plaine 
 yong schollers lesson) worke thus, whe you have set downe 
 your first verse, take the last worde thereof and coumpt over all 
 the wordes of the selfe same sounde by order of the Alphabete : 
 As for example, the laste woorde of your firste line is care, to 
 ryme therwith you have bare, dare, dare, fare, gare, hare, and 
 share, mare, snare, rare, stare, & ware, &c. Of all these take that 
 which best may serve your purpose, carying reason with rime : 
 and if none of them will serve so, then alter the laste worde of 
 your former verse, but yet do not willingly alter the meanyng 
 of your Invention. 
 
 8' You may use the same Figures or Tropes in verse which 
 are used in prose, and in my judgement they serve more aptly, 
 and have greater grace in verse than they have in prose : but 
 yet therein remembre this old adage, Ne quid nimis, as many 
 wryters which do not know the use of any other figure than 
 that whiche is expressed in repeticion of sundrie wordes begin- 
 ning all with one letter, the whiche (beyng modestly used) 
 lendeth good grace to a verse : but they do so hunte a letter to 
 death, that they make it Crambi, and Crambe bis positum mors 
 est : therfore Ne quid nimis. 
 
 9 Also asmuche as may be, eschew straunge words, or 
 obsoleta & inusitata, unlesse the Theame do give just occasio : 
 
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 marie in some places a straunge worde doth drawe attentive 
 reading, but yet I woulde have you therein to use discretion. 
 
 10 And asmuch as you may, frame your stile to perspicuity 
 and to be sensible : for the haughty obscure verse doth not 
 much delight, and the verse that is to easie is like a tale of a 
 rosted horse : but let your Poeme be such as may both delight 
 and draw attentive readyng, and therewithal may deliver such 
 matter as be worth the marking. 
 
 ii You shall do very well to use your verse after 
 thenglishe phrase, and not after the maner of other languages : 
 The Latinists do commoly set the adje&ive after the Substan- 
 tive : As for example Femina pulchra, ades alta, &c. but if we 
 should say in English a woman fayre, a house high, &c. it 
 would have but small grace : for we say a good man, and not 
 a man good, &c. And yet I will not altogether forbidde it 
 you, for in some places, it may be borne, but not so hardly as 
 some use it which wryte thus : 
 
 Now let us go to Temple ours, 
 I will go visit mother myne &c. 
 
 Surely I smile at the simplicitie of such devisers which 
 might aswell have sayde it in playne Englishe phrase, and yet 
 have better pleased all eares, than they satisfie their owne 
 fancies by suche superfinesse. Therefore even as I have advised 
 you to place all wordes in their naturall or most common and 
 usuall pronunciation, so would I wishe you to frame all sen- 
 tences in their mother phrase and proper Idiima, and yet 
 sometimes (as I have sayd before) the contrarie may be borne, 
 but that is rather where rime enforceth, or per licentiam Pogticam, 
 than it is otherwise lawfull or commendable. 
 
 12 This poeticall licence is ashrewde fellow, and covereth 
 many faults in a verse, it maketh wordes longer, shorter, of mo 
 sillables, of fewer, newer, older, truer, falser, and to conclude it 
 turkeneth all things at pleasure, for example, ydone for done, 
 adowne for downe, orecome for overcome, tane for taken, power for 
 powre, heaven for heavn, thewes for good partes or good qualities, 
 and a numbre of other whiche were but tedious and needelesse 
 to rehearse, since your owne judgement and readyng will soone 
 make you espie such advauntages. 
 
 13 There are also certayne pauses or restes in a verse 
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 whiche may be called Ceasures, whereof I woulde be lothe to 
 stande long, since it is at discretion of the wryter, and they 
 have bene first devised (as should seeme) by the Musicians : 
 but yet thus much I will adventure to wryte, that in mine 
 opinion in a verse of eight sillables, the pause will stand best 
 in the middest, in a verse of tenne it will best be placed at the 
 ende of the first foure sillables : in a verse of twelve, in the 
 midst, in verses of twelve, in the firste and fouretene in 
 the seconde, wee place the pause commonly in the midst of 
 the first, and at the ende of the first eight sillables in the 
 second. In Rithme royall, it is at the wryters discretion, and 
 forceth not where the pause be untill the ende of the line. 
 
 T4 And here bycause I have named Rithme royall, I will 
 tell you also mine opinion aswell of that as of the names which 
 other rymes have commonly borne heretofore. Rythme royall 
 is a verse of tenne sillables, and seven such verses make a staffe, 
 whereof the first and thirde lines do aunswer (acrosse) in like 
 terminations and rime, the second, fourth, and fifth, do likewise 
 answere eche other in terminations, and the two last do com- 
 bine and shut up the Sentence : this hath bene called Rithme 
 royall, & surely it is a royall kinde of verse, serving best for 
 grave discourses. There is also another kinde called Ballade, 
 and thereof are sundrie sortes: for a man may write ballade 
 in a staffe of sixe lines, every line conteyning eighte or sixe 
 sillables, whereof the firste and third, second and fourth do 
 rime acrosse, and the fifth and sixth do rime togither in con- 
 clusion. You may write also your ballad of tenne sillables 
 rimyng as before is declared, but these two were wont to be 
 most comonly used in ballade, which propre name was (I 
 thinke) derived of this worde in Italian Ballare, whiche signifieth 
 to daunce. And in deed those kinds of rimes serve beste for 
 daunces or light matters. Then have you also a rondlette, the 
 which doth alwayes end with one self same foote or repeticion, 
 and was thereof (in my judgement) called a rondelet. This 
 may consist of such measure as best liketh the wryter, then 
 have you Sonnets, some thinke that all Poemes (being short) 
 may be called Sonets, as in deede it is a diminutive worde 
 derived of Sonare, but yet I can beste allowe to call those Sonets 
 whiche are of fouretene lynes, every line conteyning tenne 
 syllables. The firste twelve do ryme in staves of foure lines by 
 
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 crosse meetre, and the last twoo ryming togither do conclude 
 the whole. There are Dyzaynes, & Syxaines which are of ten 
 lines, and of sixe lines, comonly used by the French, which 
 some English writers do also terme by the name of Sonettes. 
 Then is there an old kinde of Rithme called Verlayes, derived 
 (as I have redde) of this worde Verd whiche betokeneth Greene, 
 and Laye which betokeneth a Song, as if you would say greene 
 Songes : but I muste tell you by the way, that I never redde 
 any verse which I saw by audthoritie called Perlay, but one, 
 and that was a long discourse in verses of tenne sillables, 
 whereof the foure first did ryme acrosse, and the fifth did 
 aunswere to the firste and thirde, breaking off there, and so 
 going on to another termination. Of this I could shewe 
 example of imitation in mine own verses written to y e right 
 honorable y e Lord Grey of Wilton upon my journey into 
 Holland, &c. There are also certaine Poemes devised of tenne 
 syllables, whereof the first aunswereth in termination with the 
 fourth, and the second and thirde answere eche other : these 
 are more used by other nations than by us, neyther can I tell 
 readily what name to give them. And the comonest sort of 
 verse which we use now adayes (viz. the long verse of twelve 
 and fourtene sillables) I know not certainly howe to name it, 
 unlesse I should say that it doth consist of Poulters measure, 
 which giveth xii. for one doze and xiiii. for another. But let 
 this sufEse (if it be not to much) for the sundrie sortes of verses 
 which we use now adayes. 
 
 15 In all these sortes of verses when soever you undertake 
 to write, avoyde prolixitie and tediousnesse, & ever as neare as 
 you can, do finish the sentence and meaning at the end of 
 every staffe where you wright staves, & at the end of every 
 two lines where you write by cooples or poulters measure : for 
 I see many writers which draw their senteces in length, & 
 make an ende at latter Lammas : for comonly before they end, 
 the Reader hath forgotte where he begon. But do you (if you 
 wil follow my advise) eschue prolixitie and knit up your sen- 
 tences as compendiously as you may, since brevitie (so that it 
 be not drowned in obscuritie) is most commendable. 
 
 16 I had forgotten a notable kinde of ryme, called ryding 
 rime, and that is suche as our Mayster and Father Chaucer 
 used in his Canterburie tales, and in divers other delegable 
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 and light enterprises : but though it come to my remembrance 
 somewhat out of order, it shall not yet come altogether out of 
 time, for I will nowe tell you a conceipt whiche I had before 
 forgotten to wryte : you may see (by the way) that I holde a 
 preposterous order in my traditions, but as I sayde before I 
 wryte moved by good wil, and not to shewe my skill. ^Then 
 to returne too my matter, as this riding rime serveth most 
 aptly to wryte a merie tale, so Rythme royall is fittest for a 
 grave discourse. Ballades are beste of matters of love, and 
 rondlettes moste apt for the beating or handlyng of an adage 
 or common proverbe : Sonets serve as well in matters of love 
 as of discourse : Dizaymes and Sixames for shorte Fantazies : 
 Verlayes for an effeftuall proposition, although by the name 
 you might otherwise judge of Verlayes, and the long verse of 
 twelve and fouretene sillables, although it be now adayes used 
 in all Theames, yet in my judgement it would serve best for 
 Psalmes and Himpnes. 
 
 I woulde stande longer in these traditions, were it not that 
 I doubt mine owne ignoraunce, but as I sayde before, I know 
 that I write to my freende, and affying my selfe thereupon, I 
 make an ende. 
 
 FINIS. 
 
 473 
 
APPENDIX. 
 
 In the following references the lines are numbered from the top of the page, 
 including titles. The page numbers are in heavier type. A line of verse turned 
 over is counted as one line. 
 
 Qi = J573- Q2 = i575- Q3 = i587- 
 
 i. The title-page of Qi reads:— 1" A Hundreth sun-]drie Flowres 
 bounde | up in one small Poesie. i Gathered partely {by translation) in the 
 fyne outlandish Gardins | of Euripides, Ovid, Petrarke, Ariosto, | and others : 
 and partly by invention, | out of our owne fruitefull Or-|chardes inEnglande:| 
 Yelding sundrie sweete savours of Tra-|gical, Comical, and Morall Discour-| 
 ses, bothe pleasaunt and profitable to the | well smellyng noses of lear-|ned 
 Readers. | Merilum petere, grave. \ At London, | Imprinted for Richarde 
 Smith. 
 
 The date of this edition (1573) is fixed by the references to its publication 
 in the first two paragraphs of The Adventures of Master F. J. in the same 
 issue, and by Gascoigne's Epistle To the reverende Divines (3. 14 — 16), which 
 was evidently written in January, 157$. In this Epistle (4—6) Gascoigne 
 acknowledges that the earlier edition was issued with his consent, although he 
 was away in Holland at the time ; it was perhaps prepared for the press by his 
 friend, George Turberville, but it is more likely that the G. T. of the first 
 version of Ferdinando Jeronimi was a mythical person of his own invention. 
 The explanatory headings to the various poems in Qi were apparently written 
 by Gascoigne himself, although he is always spoken of in the third person; 
 they were retained in Qa with very slight changes. 
 
 Some copies of Q 2 have the following title in a different border: — The 
 Posies of I George Gascoigne \ Esquire. | Corrected, perfected, | and augmented 
 by the | Author. 1575. f Tarn Marti, quam Mercario. | T Imprinted At | 
 London by H. Bynneman | for Richard Smith. | These Bookes are to be solde 
 at the North-lwest dore of Paules Church. 
 
 Turned letters and other minute coincidences show that the various copies 
 of this edition were printed from the same type; but there are unimportant 
 differences, not always following the change of title, and due, in part, to 
 corrections made while the edition was passing through the press. The last 
 line on k 8 recto reads corected, perfected, and fivished in some copies ; in 
 others Corected, perfected and finished. On T V Vii recto there is in some copies 
 a quaint tail-piece, dated by the engraver Jan. 1574. There are also slight 
 variations in punctuation, duly""recorded where they occur. The text of the 
 present re-issue was set up from a copy of Q 1 in the Cambridge University 
 Library, and checked by another in the possession of the editor r the three 
 
 474 
 
APPENDIX 
 
 copies in the Bodleian Library were also consulted when occasion seemed to 
 require it. 
 
 The copy of Q 3 from which variants were taken has the following title : — 
 The I pleasauntest workes of George | Gascoigne Esquyre : Newlye | com- 
 pyled into one Volume, | That is to say: | His Flowers, Hearbes, Weedes, the 
 Fruites of | warre, the Comedie called Supposes, the | Tragedie of Jocasta, the 
 Steele glasse, | the Complaint of Phylomene, the | Storie of Ferdinando 
 Jeronimi, | and the pleasure at Ke-|nelworth Castle. | London | Imprinted by 
 Abell Jeffes, dwelling in the Fore | Streete, without Creeplegate, neere | unto 
 Grubstreete. | 1587. 
 
 There is another issue, the title of which reads : — The Whole woorkes &c. 
 Qi follows a different order from Q 1 and Q 3, the list of contents of the 1573 
 edition being given at the back of the title thus : — 
 The contents of this Booke. 
 First an excellente and pleasante Comedie entituled Supposes. 
 The second, the wofull tragedie of Jocasta, conteining the utter subversion of 
 
 Thebes. 73. 
 Thirdly, a pleasant discourse of the adventures of master .F.J. conteyning 
 
 excellet letters, Sonets, Lays, Ballets, Rondlets, Verlayes and verses. 201. 
 Fourthly, divers excellent devises of sundry Gentlemen. 294. 
 Fiftly, certayne devises of master Gascoyne, conteyning his anothamie, his 
 
 arrignemente, his prayse of mistresse Bridges now Lady Sands, the 
 
 his praise of Zouch late the Lady Grey of Wilton. 344. 345. 346. 347. 
 
 348. 
 Gascoyne his passion. 349. 
 Gascoines libell of divorce. 351. 
 Gascoines praise of his mistresse. 352. 
 Gascoines Lullabie. 353. 
 Gascoines Recantation. 355. 
 Gascoynes five notable devises upon five sundry theames given to him by five 
 
 sundry Gentlemen in five sundry meeters. 365. 
 Gascoines gloze upon Dominies iis opus habet. 365. 
 Gascoines good morrowe. 368. 
 Gascoines good night. 371. 
 Gascoines councell to Douglas Dive. 373. 
 Gascoines counsell to Bartholmew Wythipole. 376. 
 Gascoines Epitaph up5 Captaine Bourcher lately slayne in Zelande, called the 
 
 tale of the stone. 381. 
 Gascoines devise of a maske. 383. 
 Gascoines wodmanship. 394. 
 Gascoines gardening. 399. 
 
 Gascoines last voyage into Holland in Marche. 401. 157a. 
 Lastly the dolorous discourse of Dan Bartholmew of Bathe, wherin is con- 
 
 teyned his triumphes, his discourse of love, his extreme passion, his libell 
 
 of request to Care, his last will and testament, his farewel. 412. 
 Last of all the reporter. 
 
 3 — 17. Instead of these introductory pages, Q 1 has the following : — 
 The Printer to the Reader. 
 
 It hath bin an old saying, that whiles two doggs do strive for a bone, the 
 thirde may come and carie it away. And this proverbe may (as I feare) be 
 wel verefied.in me which take in hand the imprinting of this poeticall Poesie. 
 For the case seemeth doubtful, and I will disclose my conjecture. Master 
 
 475 
 
APPENDIX 
 
 .H. W. in the beginning'of this worke, hath in his letter (written to the Readers) 
 cunningly discharged himselfe of any such misliking, as the graver sort of 
 greyheared judgers mighte (perhaps) conceive in the publicatio of these 
 pleasant Pamphlets. And nexte unto that learned preamble, the letter of 
 .G. T. (by whome as seemeth, the first coppie hereof was unto the same .H. W. 
 delivered, doth with no lesse clerkly cufiing seeke to perswade the readers, that 
 he (also) woulde by no meanes have it published. Now I feare very muche 
 (all these words notwithstading) that these two gentlemen were of one assent 
 compact to have it imprinted : And yet, finding by experiece that nothing is so 
 wel hSdled now adayes, but that some malicious minds may either take 
 occasion to mislike it themselves,' or else finde meanes to make it odious unto 
 others : They have therefore (each of them) politiquely prevented the daunger 
 of misreport, and suffered me the poore Printer to runne away with the palme 
 of so perillous a victorie. Notwithstanding, having wel perused the worke, 
 I find nothing therein amisse (to my judgemente) unlesse it be two or three 
 wanton places passed over in the discourse of an amorous enterprise. The 
 which for as much as the words are cleanly (although the thing ment be some- 
 what natural!) I have thought good also to let them passe as they came to me, 
 and the rather bicause (as master .H. !W- hath well alleadged in his letter to 
 the Reader) the well minded ma 1 may reape some commoditie out of the most 
 frivolous works that are written. And as the venemous spider wil sucke poison 
 out of the most holesome herbe, and the industrious Bee can gather hony out 
 of the most stinking weede : Even so the discrete reader may take a happie 
 exaple by the most lascivious histories, although the captious and harebrained 
 heads can neither be encoraged by the good, nor forewarned by the bad. And 
 thus muche I have thought good to say in excuse of some savours, which may 
 perchance smell unpleasantly to some noses, in some part of this poeticall 
 poesie. Now it hath with this fault a greater commoditie than common poesies 
 have ben accustomed to present, and that is this, you shall not be constreined 
 to smell of the floures therein coteined all at once, neither yet to take them up 
 in such order as they are sorted : But you may take any one flowre by it selfe, 
 and if that smell not so pleasantly as you wold wish, I doubt not yet but you 
 may find some other which may supplie the defects thereof. As thus, he 
 which wold have good morall lessons clerkly handled, let him smell to the 
 Tragedie translated out of Euripides. He that wold laugh at a prety conceit 
 closely conveyed, let him peruse the comedie translated out of Ariosto. He 
 that would take example by the unlawfull affections of a lover bestowed uppon 
 an unconstant dame, let them reade the report in verse, made by Dan Barthol- 
 mew of Bathe, or the discourse in prose of the adventures passed by master 
 F. J. whome the reader may name Freeman Jones, for the better understanding 
 of the same : he that would see any particuler pang of love lively displayed, 
 may here approve every Pamphlet by the title, and so remaine contented. As 
 also divers godly himnes and Psalmes may in like manner be founde in this 
 recorde. To conclude, the worke is so universall, as either in one place or 
 other, any mans mind may therewith be satisfied. The which I adventure 
 (under pretext of this promise) to present unto all indifferent eyes as 
 followeth. 
 
 A list of Faultes escaped correction follows inQi. Most of them are 
 obvious printers' errors, and are duly corrected in Qs. Those which seem 
 worthy of record are noted under the lines in which they occur. 
 
 Two commas (not inverted) are used in Qq at the beginning of each line to 
 mark not only quotations, but "sentences" thought worthy of special attention. 
 Cf. 77. 1 — Set passim. 
 
 476 
 
' APPENDIX 
 
 3. 4. the. Q 3 omits. 28. myne. Q3 my. 
 
 4. 22. the. Q 3 onftr. 
 
 7.32. that it mas. Q 3 it to be. 34. and maner. Q3 onto. 
 8. 17 — 18. From my... 1574. Q3 omits. 
 
 10.2. a/. Q$ omits. 8. generally. Q 3 greatly. 17. permitted 
 Q 3. Q 1, 0y an obvious printer's error, permitmitted. 
 
 11. 11. of. Q3 omits. 18. Ato. Q3 omits. 29. rfo. Q3 omits. 
 31 — 32. (because... cheese). Q% omits. 
 
 12. 4. inquired Q 3. Q 2 iuquired. 32. .yea. Q 3 omits. 
 
 J 3- 13- pleasant nor yet. Q 3 yet pleasant nor. 22. amongst. Q3 
 
 among. 
 
 14.23. them from. Q3 omits. 31. Januarie. Q 3 Februarie. 
 
 IS- 12. hee might thereby. Q 3 therby he might. 
 
 16. 38. betweene. Q 3 betwixt. 
 
 x 7- 2 5- £»"<£ Q3 fl**Sr. 
 
 18 — 34. The commendatory verses are not found » Q 1, 
 
 18. 1 — 2. Gascoignes Q 3. Q 2 Gascogines. 
 
 19. 28. Q 2 and Q 3 ^aw« a comma after hand. 
 
 21. 18. their odor. Q3 the odor. 24. 02<A Q3 how. 
 
 22. 14. May Q 3. Q 2 My. 
 a 3- 5- »3ww. Q3 time. 
 
 24. 6. i?y. Q3 Be. reportes. Q3 report. 11. might. Q3 do. 
 Full stop at end of line in Q$, not in Qi. 25. to mitch. Q 3 too much. 
 26. Q 3 Such filthy thoughts oft times mens hearts inflame. 
 
 25. 14. blossoms. Q3 blossome. 21. wanton rage Q3. Printed 
 as one word in Q 2. 
 
 29.1. The Printer. Q3 Richard Smith. 13. nientediQ.3. Printed 
 as one word in Q 2, 17. Inglese. Some copies of Q 2 read Inghese, 
 
 others Inghlese. Q 3 Ingelese. 21. Inchiostro. Q 2 Q 3 Iuchiostro. 
 
 There are commas in Q 2 «/?«>■ meno (13), piene (15), voiront (26). 
 
 30. 18. linguae. Q2Q3 linguis. Full stop after fructus (11). Commas 
 after sororum (6), amsenos (10), viros (15), germanas (20), suos (28). Q 3 and 
 some copies ofQ_i have a comma after solet (27). 
 
 31. 2. F. Q 2 Q 3 ef. 3. dicere Q 3 and some copies of Q 2. 
 Others have dicire. 6. Amore. Q 2 Q 3 amore. 19. celeberrima. 
 Q 2 Q 3 celiberrima. Only comma in 6 after socio, in 1 1 after lsetabar. 
 No comma after Pallas (12), adytis (22), Poeta (27). Commas after potuit (3), 
 setemos (15), Nata (21), inter (23), mentes and tenebrae (25), pateat (28). 
 There is a comma at the end of 10 in some copies of Q2, not in others. 
 
 32.3. cautus. Q2 Q3 cantus. 11. delituire. Q2 Q 3 dilituSre. 
 14. meru^re. Q 2 Q 3- moerue're. Commas after titulum (6), variis (9), re 
 (20), prsestans (21), forsan arcs' abuti (24). 
 
 33 — 4. Not found in Q 3. 
 
 33. 6. Q 2 comma at end of line. 
 
 36. 27. 261. Q« 361. 
 
 477 
 
APPENDIX 
 
 37. 1. Instead of this title Q 1 has the following : — 
 
 I will now deliver unto you so many more of Master Gasqoignes Poems as 
 have come to my hands, who hath never beene dayntie of h[i]s doings, and 
 therfore I conceale not his name : but his word or posie he hath often changed 
 and therfore I will deliver his verses with such sundrie posies as I received 
 the. And first I will begin with Gascoigns Anatomie. 
 
 14. quite braunfalne are Q2 Q3. Q 1 are braunfalne now. 17. this 
 
 Q 2 Q 3- Q ! his. »4- sustaine Q 2 Q 3. Q 1 can beare. 
 
 38.1. arraignment. Q2 arraigment. Q3 araigment. In Qr the title 
 runs Gacoignes araignement. 6. thou wylt Q 1 Q 2. Q 3 wylt thou. 
 
 7. Full stop at end of line in Q 2, note of interrogation in Qi and Q3. 
 14. The side-notes are omitted in Q 1 except in a few cases, to which special 
 attention is drawn. 16. Wyll Q 2 Q 3. Q 1 Here. 
 
 39. 26. Q 1 Gacoignes passion. 
 
 40. 9 — 10. Commas after I and why are given in Q3 and some copies of 
 Q 2; in others, and in Q 1 they are omitted. 
 
 41. 3. boosoms. Q 3 bosome. 8. All wayes. Q 1 Alwaies. Q 3 
 Alwayes. 12. relieve. Qirenue. Q 3 release. 13. Qi has this side- 
 note. 18. my straunge. Qi Gascoignes. Q2 comma at end of line. 
 20. Q 1 A straunge passion of another Author. 27. sometimes. Q 3 
 sometime. 
 
 42.7. Qi full stop at end of line. 25. Ferendo. Qi Ferenda. 
 26. Q 1 Gascoignes hbell of Divorce. 
 
 43.1. lee. Qito. 7. of. QiQ3off. it, (side-note), whiles. 
 
 Q 3 whilest. 22. would. Q 2 wouid. 
 
 44. 1. Q 1 Gascoignes Lullabie. 8. wanton babes. Q3 a wanton 
 
 babe. 13. within Qi Q 3. Q 2 with in. 
 
 45.1. Lullaby. Q 1 misprints Lullady. 12. then this. Qi Gascoignes. 
 14. Qi The careful lover combred with pleasure, thus complayneth. 22. 
 heard. Q 2 misprints beard. 24. pheares. Qi peeres. 29. sing for. 
 Q 1 for sing. 
 
 46. i' — 6. In Qi this title begins From this I will skip to certeine verses 
 and ends with foloweth. 
 
 47. 12 and 24. the Aucthour. Qi G. G. 
 
 48.3. felousie, Q 1 jelouse love. 6. not one. Qinone. 33. them. 
 Qi then. 
 
 49.9. The lookes...by. Q 1 He began to write by. 27. bondes. Q3 
 boundes. 33. the. Q 1 thy. 
 
 50. 4. reffuse. Q 1 refusd. Some copies of Q 2 have commas after lookt 
 (11) andl&te (21). 30. to. Q 1 in. 35. fortunatus. Q 3 infortunatus. 
 tnfoelix. Q 2 infcelex. 
 
 • . S 1 - 1 — 3- Qi To a Dame which challenged the aucthor bycause he held 
 his head alwayes downe, and looked not uppon hir in his wonted wise. 
 10. lyes. Qilieth. 18. Si...infielix. Qi Spmtatamenvivunt. 25. which. 
 Q3 that. 
 
 52.8. loves QiQ 3. Q 2 lovers. 21. Ladies. Q3 Ladie. 26. In. 
 Q 1 Gascoignes. 
 
 S3. 30. In. Q I Gascoignes. Omits words after Wilton. 
 478 
 
APPENDIX 
 
 54. 28. Q 2 puts first bracket after if. 
 
 55.5. not Mr. Qihirnot. 11. poorest. Qi purest. 
 
 56. 3. acceptable Q 1 Q 3. Q 2 exceptable. 5. darkesomnessc. Q 1 
 
 darkesome stormes changed to darksomnesse in Faultes escaped correction. 
 9. you. Q 1 we. 23. and. Q 1 all. worldly Q 1 Q 3. Q 2 wordly. 
 
 57.17. byrdes Qi. Q 2 byrde. Q 3 birds. 23. muste Qi. Q2Q3 
 much. 
 
 58. 24. stretching. Q 1 streking. 
 
 59. 14. Instead of this short title Oil has the following: — 
 
 These good Morowe and good nyght, together with his Passion, his Libell 
 of divorce, his Lullabye, his Recantation, his De profundis, and his farewell, 
 have verie sweete notes adapted unto them : the which I would you should 
 also enjoy as well as my selfe. For I knowe you will delight to heare them. 
 As also other verie good notes whyche I have for dyvers other Ditties of other 
 mens devyse whiche I have before rehersed. 
 
 Gascoignes De profundis. 
 
 The occasion of the wrighting hereof (as I have herde Master Gascoigne say) 
 was this, riding alone betwene Chelmisforde and London, his minde mused 
 uppon the dayes past, and therewithall he gan accuse his owne conscience of 
 muche time misspent, when a great shoure of rayne did overtake him, and he 
 beeing unprepared for the same, as in a Jerken without a cloake, the wether 
 beeing very faire and unlikely to have changed so : he began to accuse him 
 selfe of his carelesnesse, and thereuppon in his good disposition compiled firste 
 this sonet, and afterwardes, the translated Psalme of Deprofundis as here 
 followeth. 
 
 De profundis is printed as one word here, in the next title, and in the 
 contents of Flowers in Q 2. In Q 3 it is spelt as two. 
 
 60. 1 — 62. 18. Not in Q t. 
 
 60. 14. how. Q3 now. 
 
 61. 2. delyghtst. Q 2 delyghst. Q 3 delightst. 22. confidence con- 
 tinuallye. Q 2 coufidence continnallye. Q 2 has full stops at end of lines 2 1 
 and 30. 
 
 62. 5. Q 2 full stop after call. 19. Gascoignes Memories. Q 1 
 I have herde Master Gascoignes memorie commended by these verses follow- 
 ing, which were. 
 
 63. 23. sterves. Q 1 strives. 24. povertye. Q 1 povert. 
 
 64. 19. prove Q 1. Q 2 Q 3 poore. 
 
 65.8. HobbeQi. Q 2 hobbe. Q3Hob. n. take. Q 1 tooke. 
 
 13. put, „ Q 3 puts. 30. weeke. Q2 full stop, Qi Q 3 comma. 34. were. 
 Q 1 Q 3 weare. 
 
 66. 1. one. Q3 owne. 12. sequence. Q2 misprints seqnence. 
 35. style. Q 3 sayle. 
 
 67. 3. Q 1 repeats and. 33. They bought. Q t The bough. 37. this. 
 Q3 hys. 
 
 68. 26. behold. Q 1 wee see. simple. Q 1 silly. 28. assayle. Q 2 
 full stop. 35. over. Qi ever. 
 
 69. Full stops at end of lines 5, 11, itin Q2; commasinQi. 24. pulpit. 
 Q 3 pulpits. 
 
 479 
 
APPENDIX 
 
 70. 2. says Qi. Q2 say. Q 3 saith. 7. pence. Qi pens. 8. weare. 
 Q 3 were. 
 
 70. 14 — 21. Qi has the following: — And thus an end of these five 
 theames, wherein hath bene noted, that as the theames were sundrie and 
 altogither divers, so Master Gascoigne did accomplishe them in five sundrie 
 sortes of metre, yea and that seemeth most strange, he devised all these 
 admounting to the number of c c L vni. verses, riding by the way, writing 
 none of them untill he came at the end of his Journey, the which was no longer 
 than one day in riding, one day in tarying with his friend, and the third in 
 returning to Greys. Inne: a small time for suche a taske, neyther wolde 
 I willingly undertake the like. The meetres are but rough in many places, 
 and yet are they true (cum licentia poetica) and I must needes confesse, that he 
 hath more commonly bene over curious in delectation, then of haughtie stile in 
 his dilatations. And therefore let us passe to the rest of his works. 
 Gascoignes gloze uppon this text, 
 Dominus Us opus habet. 
 
 70. 21 — 73. 22. By a curious oversight this poem is printed for a second 
 time in both Q2 and Q3 at p. 145 of Hearbes. Of the variants noted below, 
 For, lease, Ss° a, are found in both these repeated versions. 
 
 71. 10. For. Q 2 Fo. Q 1 has the following additional lines. After 
 12 : — 
 
 He is not fedde with calves, as in the dayes of old, 
 He cares but litle for their copes, that glister "all of gold. 
 
 After 14 : — 
 
 He likes no numbred prayers, to purchase popishe meede, 
 He askes no more but penitence, thereof Our Lorde hath neede : 
 
 After 18 :— 
 
 They shrinke into the cloudes, and there they serve our neede, 
 As planets and signes moveable, by destenies decreede. 
 
 35. leafs. Q3 lease. 
 
 72. 14. neate. Q 3 meat. 28. a. Q 1 & a. 
 
 73- IS- himselfe at rest. Qi his tackling best. 23. An. Qi 
 
 Gascoignes. 
 
 74. 4. Doth. Q 1 Do. 20. his. Q 1 Gods. 
 
 75- 1. A. Q 1 Gascoignes. 2. written. Q 1 adds (as I have heard 
 
 Master Gascoigne him selfe declare). 16, 19. the Aucthour. Q 1 
 Master Gascoigne. 
 
 76. 23. blewe. Q 3 blowes. 26. like. Q 2 misprints liks. 33. tall 
 Q1Q3. Q2 tale. 
 
 77. 2 (margin). A peece. Qi prints as one word. 12. kinne. Q3 
 kinde. 14. phearce. Q 1 pheares. Q 3 phearse. 26. ydle rest. 
 Q 1 idlenesse. 
 
 78.12. so. Qi full stop. 24. wilfully Qi Q3. Q2wifully. 
 
 37. God. Q 3 death. 
 
 79.6. For him. Q2 For, him. 13. styll upon. Q 1 first uppon. 
 
 Q 3 on. 29. amide. Q 2 a mide. 32. amongest. Q 3 among. 
 
 80.6. kyst. Qi kisse. 18. traine. Qi tirannie. 10. With. 
 Q 1 omits. Q3 Which. 
 
 81.4. fume, Qisunne. 9. halberts Qi Q 3. Q 2 halbert. 25. of. 
 Qi for. 
 
 480 
 
APPENDIX 
 
 82.28. landes Qi. Q 2 Q 3 his lands. 31 — 2. Q 1 has this side-note. 
 35. fame. Qi Q3 full stop; none in Qi. 
 
 83. 3. ' ^<j»a? 0/". Q 1 ootjVj. 7 — 9. Q 1 to this side-note. 7. rfj/rf. 
 Qido. for that. Qi full stop; none in Qi Q3. 15. to^o. Q3 who. 
 25 — 7. This side-note is in Q\. 28,29. Qi full stop at end of each line. 
 
 84. 11. o»n Q3 your. 14. my. Q3 0»&to. strand. Q3 stand. 
 22. mouth Qi Q%. Q 2 month. 28. the. Qi our. 23,37. Qi full 
 stop at end of line. 
 
 85.4,6. Qi full stop at end of line. 22. and. Q 2 an. 32. advante. 
 Q 1 advance. 
 
 86. Q2 no full stop at end of '5, one at 6. 13. words Q1Q3. Qsworkes. 
 16. aboone. One word in Qi. 21. names Qi Q3. Q2 nams. 24. vi 
 bascio. Qq print as one word. 25. Full stop in Qi Q$, not in Qi. 
 
 87. 1.' The refusal of a lover. Qi omits. n. j/«£. Qi it. 14. /»rf. 
 Q 3 lost. 18 — 19. Q 2 Aoj a full stop after most, a comma after mind. 
 Q 1 aj ?'» fear/. 20. he. Q 1 omits. 
 
 88.9. Harding. Q3 Hardning. 15. Pride in Court. Qi omits. 
 
 89. 17. Aucthour. Q 1 writer therof. 
 
 90.13. <mtf. Q 3 thus. 22 — 23. Qi The Lover leaning onely to 
 
 his Ladies promises, and finding them to fayle, doth thus lament. 
 
 91.2. the. Q3 to. 19. wordes. Qi wodres. Q1Q3 words. 
 
 92.13. such. Qi full stop. 18. The fruite of foes written. Qi 
 
 omits. 
 
 93. 4. brought Q 1 Q 3. Q2 bronght. 5. recured. Q 1 cured. 
 
 19. woon. Q 1 full stop. 11. sorowes. Q 3 sorrow. 
 
 9S-3S- IQi- Q2 Q3 to. 
 
 96. 1 — 2. Q 1 And nowe to recomfort you and to ende this worke, re- 
 ceyve the delectable historie of sundry adventures passed by Dan Bartholmew 
 of Bathe, reade it and judge of it. Q 2 comma after Bathe. n. far. 
 
 Q 1 for. 20.. cheife. Q 1 childe. 28. (neare). Q 1 now. 
 
 g7. 17. taught Q1Q3. Q2taugh. 
 
 gg. 4. Q 1 and Q 2 have a parenthesis at the end of this line and of 5 also; 
 Q 3 of ^ only. 24. Full stop at end of line in Q 1, comma in QiQ 3. 
 
 100. 7. No side-note in Qi, which has lacke instead of sport in the text. 
 29. first Triumphe. Q I Triumphes. 
 
 101. 5. Q2 has interrogation mark at end of line, Qi nothing, Q3 u 
 comma. 20. No full stop at end of line in Qi Q 3 ; colon in Q 1. 21. of 
 Q 1 Q 3. Q2 of of. 24. selfe Q 2 Q 3. Q 1 seeke. 28. Gresside Q 2. 
 Q 1 Q 3 Cresside. fede Q 2. Q 1 fed. Q 3 feede. 
 
 102.8. Mr. Q3 omits. 19. heart. Q3hap. 31. were. 
 
 Qi was. 
 
 103. 12 — 104. 25. Q 1 omits. Qi has full stop at end of 10%. 21; 104. 
 10; 105.5,10; 106.27,35; 107.19,27; 108.15; 109- 3 1 5 «o-3>36; *«• 
 12, 15. 23; 112. 8; 115- 9> l8 - 
 
 104. 3. Lady. Q 2 Ladys. Q 3 ladie. 14. his. Q 3 omits. 
 
 G. HH 481 
 
APPENDIX 
 
 104. 26—106. 14. These stanzas are given in Qi immediately before "The 
 reporters conclusion unfinished," with the preliminary note This should have 
 bin placed in the dolorous discourse, before the Supplication to Care in Folio 
 .430. The "Dolorous discourses" end on p. 430 in Qi, and "His libell of 
 request exhibited to Care" begins on p. 433. 
 
 105. 32. Qi puts parenthesis at end of following line. 
 
 106. 30. paine dyd pleasure. Q 3 pleasure paine did. 
 
 107. 19. had I. Qilhad. 23. those. Q3 these. 28. The. 
 Q 1 Thy. 34. / lye. Q 2 one word. 
 
 108. 23. Q 1 Q 3 omit side-note. 25. this. Q 1 them. 
 
 109. 'i. a fond. Q 2 one word. 29. the. Q 1 that. 
 
 no. 5. the. Qi that. 24. thou. Qi y u . 28. thereto. 
 
 Q 2 one word. 38. Qq comma at end of line. 
 
 in. 4. ob. Q3 of. 14. ghostly. Qi ghostlike. 20. <&*. 
 Qi doth. 
 
 112. 29. feeleQi Q3. Q2 teele. 35. fancyes. Qi Q2 facyes. 
 Q 3 fancies. 
 
 113. 1. or. Qi our. drives Qi Q 3. Q2 drievs. 3. paines. 
 Qi payne. 39 — 40. Qi full stop at end of each line. Q1Q3 of '40 only. 
 
 114. 3- ■">• Q3 U P- 
 
 116. 13. swell. Qi swell. 18. breache. Qi breath. 34. yt. 
 Qi it. Q3 yet. 
 
 117. 4. warmes. Q 3 harmes. 
 
 119. 19. When Qi. Qi Q3 Then. 
 
 120. 15. Qi Q3 have a superfluous parenthesis at beginning of this 
 line. 
 
 121. 4. my. Q 1 mine. 30. Q2 full stop at end of line, as in text, 
 but sense evidently requires a comma, as in Q 3. 
 
 122. 16. might Q 1 Q 3. Q 2 migh. 29. rest. Q 1 best. 
 
 125. 1. Qi The reporters conclusion unfinished. 18. proved. 
 Q 1 prove. 16,18,20,22. I was. Qilam. Q 2 full stop al m end of 126. 3, 
 24. 26 » 33! Iz8 - 2 4! x 3i- 12; 132- 19; *33- 26; 134- 19; 136- 6, 15, 17, 
 33; x 37- 13- 
 
 126. 8. at first. Q 1 long since. 25. Q 2 comma at end, Q 3 note of 
 interrogation. 26. jollilye. Q 1 jealosie. 32. feares. Q 1 feare. 
 33. Q 1 breaks off here And that his part. &c. continuing : — I have not (hitherto) 
 recovered a full ende of this discourse, the author thereof being more curious in 
 deliverie of the same, than he hath bene heretofore in any other of his doings. 
 But since my trust is that you will use that and the rest but for your owne 
 private commoditie, I am the bolder to present you with a copie therof 
 unperfect as it is, and nowe having finished this written regyster, it amounteth 
 to a good rounde vollume, the which some woulde judge worthy the Imprinting, 
 but hoping of your curtesie (ut supra) I ceasse wyshing you no less profyte than 
 pleasure in readyng and perusyng these tryfles. (■.•) Finis. 
 
 Imprinted at London for Richard Smith. 
 127—184. Qi omits. 
 
 127. 3. and. Q 3 omits. 4. give. Q 3 gin. 28. syked. 
 Q3 sighed. 
 
 482 
 
APPENDIX 
 
 128. 7. Q 2 Q 3 parenthesis after earst. 15. decrees. Q2 Q3 degrees. 
 25. Some copies of (±2 omit full stop at end of line. 33. hearye. Q3 
 weary. 
 
 129. a. sorrowne. Q 3 sowne. 
 
 130. 9. &?/a". Q 3 minde. 
 
 131. 7. roaa*. Q3 rod. 27. to Q 3. Qj to to. 
 
 132. 17. 0/ Q3 °ft- 
 
 I 35- i: ! — 18. Q 2 transposes comma and full stop. 34. pranckes. 
 
 Q 3 parts. 
 
 139- 7 — 12. and... following. Q3 owzz'to. 
 
 140. Q 3 omits. 
 
 141. 3. <rew. Q3 never. 17. Of Q 3. Q2 Oh. 
 
 142. 4. oWate Q 3. Q 2 bebate. 27. to. Q 2 Q 3 so. 
 
 145. 17. title. 0.3 little. 
 
 146. 26. Q 3 comma at end of line. 
 
 r 47' 7- Q 3 fall sto P a t end, Q 2 comma. 20. j/r«/5r iW. Q 3 omits. 
 
 150. 2. Q 2 Q 3 «0& of interrogation at end of line. 
 
 151. 30. possit Q 3. Q 2 possis. 
 
 152. 5. our. Q3 your. 
 
 155. 27. staylesse. Q3 haples. 
 
 156. 5. ^»/>/e. Q3 hope. 15. thatQ.%. Qj that that. 
 
 158. 19 — 20. 0,2 transposes full stop and comma. 25 — 6. Q3 puts 
 
 side-note to foregoing stanza. 34. where Q 3. Q 2 were. 
 I5g. 17. Me. Q2 Q3 One. 
 
 160. 1. Flushyng. Q 3 Hushing. 
 
 161. 15. Q 2 «o full stop. 
 
 162. 3 — 4. Q 2 transposes comma and full stop. 5. wright. 
 Q 2 wrihgt. 
 
 163. 32. excellence. Q 3 excellencie. 
 
 164. 6. Afe». Q 3 them. 
 
 166. n. Camepomaster. Q3 Camepostmaster. 17. did. Q3 doe. 
 23—4. Q 2 transposes final comma. 
 
 167. 16. Middleburgh Q 3. Q 2 Middlehurgh. 
 
 168. 3. my. Cronell. Q 3 me. 
 171. 34. An Q 3. Q 2 And. 
 174. 23. our. Q 3 of. 
 
 181. 10. Q3 omits side-note. 15. 202 Q 3. Q 2 203. 
 183. 4. commest. Q3 commes. n. shewes. Q3 shines. 
 
 13. treade. Q 3 treads. 25. without Q3. Q 2 withont. 
 
 187. 4. Englished. Qi and Englished. 8. i566. Q\ omits date. 
 24. oifc. Q 2 olda. 28. oj »7 ro««. Q 1 0»>&r. 
 
 188. 5. peradventure. Q 2 peradnenture. 
 
 189. 4. A«or«. Q 3 do heare. 
 igo. 4. Nourse. Q 1 ffOT2'te. 
 
 HH 2 483 
 
APPENDIX 
 
 xgi. 9 (margin). Q 3 omits this side-note. 
 
 192. 8. these. Q 1 there. 9. Nourse. Q 2 Nonrse 
 Q 3 perfect. 
 
 193. 4. mounte. Q 3 month 
 Q 2 aud. 
 
 to;. Q 1 omits, 
 with. Q 3 ootjVj. 
 joyly. Q 3 jolly. 
 Q 1 no stage-direction 
 
 194. 4. 
 
 I9S- »7- 
 
 196. 22. 
 
 197. 6. 
 Q 3 loves. 
 
 198. 16. 
 201. 4. 
 
 16. M«'j. Q 1 the. 
 gayson. Q 3 geason. 
 
 17. /#/?£ 
 29. and. 
 
 9. affects. Q 1 effectes. 32. loveth. 
 
 Q 2 ^»£r £fe 
 Qi Countie 
 
 Q 1 Faumlus his servaunt. 
 but. Q 1 than. 
 
 Jack pack. Qi Jack heark. 
 
 continually. Q 2 (some copies) continnally. 17 
 
 first parenthesis before the comma. 38—9- Counte Hercules. 
 
 Hercule. Q 3 County Hercules. 
 
 202. 7. appertaine. Q 1 appertaineth. 
 
 203. 39. men. Q 3 man. 
 
 204. 13. Paquetto and Petrucio his servants . 
 Fa. instead of Pa. throughout this scene. 27. 
 
 205. 32. dare. Q 3 dares. 
 
 207. 37. on. Q 3 upon. 
 
 208. 25. villany. Q 1 Q 3 villaine. 
 2og. 8. bursten. Q 1 bursen. 
 
 210. 11. with. Q3 with a. 28. &*c. Qi arse. 
 211 (margin). Qi has both these side-notes. 40. geast. 
 
 212. 14. ££»«£. Q 3 omits. 
 
 213. 25. Wrf/. Q 1 Well, sir. 
 
 214. 1. I utterly. Qi o»««V/ I. 8. pitifull. Q 1 to pitifull. 
 29. cut. Q 3 cull. 
 
 215. 16. Damon goeth out. Q 1 omits. 
 24. in Q 1 Q 3. Q 2 omits. 28 (*»«?gi'«) 
 
 216. 18. stale. Qi stal. 20. do it. Qi adds you, 
 Q 2 Q 3 capitals, but not Q 1 . 
 
 218. 8. fellowe. Qi servaunt in the text, and fellowe in the " Faultes 
 escaped correction." 14. 0Q1. Qi O3 omit. 
 
 219. 20. comming. Q 2 commming. 35. Ancona. Q 2 Aneona. 
 
 220. 35. refused stil. Q 3 /»& </ie comma before stil. 
 
 221. 23. Q2 comma at end of line. Qi Q 3 full stop. 
 
 222. 23. ^tfyfe Q 1. Q 2 sporet. Q 3 sport. 
 
 223.13. at. Q 3 us at. 17. Philogano. Q 2 Phllogano. 
 225. 23. Erostrato. Q 2 Erostraro. 
 
 228. 16. lawe. Qi civill lawe. 17. advocate. Qi doctor. 
 
 229. 27. Payned Erostrato. Q 3 Erostrato fained. 
 
 230. 8. my Q 1 Q 3. Q 2 me. 
 484 
 
 Q3 guest. 
 
 17. Ne. Qq omit. 
 Q 1 has this side-note. 
 
 21. CORNE. 
 
APPENDIX 
 
 231. 4. a/wayes Q 1 Q $• Q2 awayes. 21. sowre Qi. Q2 sorowe. 
 Q 3 sorow. 33. of. Q 1 omits. 
 
 232. 22. master. Q3 M. 
 
 233. 21 (ma»gi»). This side-note is in Qi. 
 
 235. 30. £. Q 1 Saint. 
 
 236. 24. Children. Q 2 Chrildren. 26. # ?'.? my. Q 3 he is mine. 
 30. nourished him. Q 3 omzVj him. 
 
 237. 1. fellow. Q 2 follow. 36. Q 2 comma at end of line. 
 37. Since. Q3 Sith. neither Qi. Q2 Q 3 never. 
 
 2 3". 35- dolorous. Q 2 dolorons. 
 
 239. 12. house. Qq towne, but the change is noted in Qi "Faultes 
 escaped correction." 14. Pasiphilo Qi. Q2 Q3 Philogano. 
 
 241. 20. Pasiphilo Qi. Q2 Philogona. Q3 Philogano. 26. pra- 
 ceeded. Q 2 proceedee. 34. dometh. Q 3 corns. 
 
 242. 5. your. Q2 you. 11. a£&. Qi hable. 
 
 243. 7. intention Q 1. Q 2 Q 3 invention. 
 
 The MS. referred to below is in the British Museum, and bears the title : — 
 "Jocasta A tragedie written in Greke by Euripides, translated and digested 
 into Acte by George Gascoign and ffraunces Kynwelmershe of Grays ynne. 
 1566." Above this is written "Durum pati 68," and across it the autograph 
 of Roger, second baron North, to whom the manuscript belonged. 
 
 244. 8. 1566. Q 3 An. 1566. 12. theyr. MS. his. 13. blades. 
 MS. blade. 14. the. ..the. ..the. MS. his... his... his. 22. is King, the. 
 MS. the king ys. Margin. *Fygure. MS. and Qi omit this and all subsequent 
 side-notes in Jocasta. 24. Fortunatus infcelix. MS. omits. 
 
 245. 17, 18. MS. and Q 1 The tragedie represented in Thebes. 
 
 246. 7. righte. MS. omits. 21. Gentlemen. MS. and Qi add very 
 bravely appareled. 
 
 249. 21. fraight. Q3 fraught. 
 
 250. 3. flouring. Q 3 flourishing. 4. /. Q 3 omits. 14. As. 
 MS. That. 30. outrageous. MS. outraging. Q2 full stop at end of line. 
 
 251.2. stayne Qi. MS. stain. Q 2 strayne. Q3straine. 5. Q 2 
 comma at end of line. 17. Eteocles. MS. andQv Etocles. 29. be- 
 siegdeQi. MS. beseedgde. >Qi besedge. Q2 besiedge. 
 
 252. 6. god wot MS. Q 1 Q3. Q2 good wot. 
 
 253.3. chambers huge. MS. Q 1 huge chambers. 5. faces sweete. 
 MS. Q 1 sweete faces. 9. The. Q 3 omits. 
 
 2 54- 6. govemour. Q2govenour. 31. content. MS. Qi 
 
 consent. 
 
 255. 11. harebrainde. MS. herbrayn. 33. MS. adds at the 
 
 end of this half-line. 
 
 256. 7. MS. full stop instead of comma at end of line. 
 
 257. 8. Whether. Marked "read if" in "Faultes escaped correction" 
 Qi,6utQ2 Q3 leave it unchanged. 13. unskillfull MS. Qi. Q2Q3 
 unskill- 
 
 258. 15. standes. MS. standith. 19. vertues. MS. vertuous. 
 
 22. reporte. Qj reportc. 
 
 4 8 5 
 
APPENDIX 
 
 259. 14. Where. MS. When. 17. must. MS. Qi most. 25. fickle. 
 MS. ficklie. 
 
 261. 6. weed. Q 3 weeds. 10. two. MS. the two. 
 
 262 (margin)- Q2 reverses the order of the two side-notes ; the mistake is 
 corrected in Q 3. 12. within. Qswthin. 16. Baccus. Q.2Baccns. 
 
 31. the. MS. Qi this. 33. ye. MS. you. 
 
 263. 15. they. ..thee Qq. MS. puts they in both cases, but the y was 
 afterwards marked out. 20. for Q 2 Q 3. MS. Q 1 that for. 
 24. waymenting. MS. Iamentyng. 25. to. MS. omits. 
 
 264. i. appoyntes. MS. appoint. 
 
 263. 34. That MS. Q 1 Q 3. Q 2 This. 
 
 266. 28. our. Q 3 your. 
 
 267. 11. ycought Q2 Q3. MS.Qi ycoucht. 24. Poll. Q2 Pyli. 
 
 268. 14. noble. Q 2 uoble. 18. Q 2 _/W/ j/0/ <tf end of line. 
 27. »y. MS. myne. 35. the. MS. thie. 36. fayne pronounce. 
 MS. faynest tell, theminde. MS. thy minde. 35— -7- Qi omits these 
 three lines. Instead of 37 MS. has 
 
 Thie swelling hart puft up with wicked ire, 
 Can scarce procure one inward loving thought. 
 26g. 21 (margin), reconciliation. Q2 reconcilition. 26. wrongs. 
 
 MS. and Q 3 wrong. 
 
 270. 29. my. Q 3 may. 
 
 271. 14. take. MS. and Q 1 make. 16. give. MS. «»rf Q 1 yelde. 
 
 32. do. MS. a»a? Q 1 omit. 39. flames. MS. flame. 
 
 272. No full stop in Q 2 a/ «»rf of line 24, comma at end of 29, parenthesis 
 at end of line 37 instead of 38; z« 30 rt« comma is after man instead of before 
 it. The Italian text reads ' ' Questa e propria dell' uomo. " 
 
 274. 7. MS. Is it that most of all offends thy thought. Q 1 Is it that 
 most offendes thy thought. 
 
 275. 13. MS. adds in margin they draw theyr swordes. 16. worde. 
 MS. wordes. 18. MS. adds in margin theyr mother steppes betwene them. 
 29. assureth. MS. and Q 1 assured. 39. witholdst. Q 1 with-holds. 
 
 276. 9. camst me for to drive. MS. comest me to dryve. Qi earnest me 
 to drive. 25. will. MS. voice. 31. shall. MS. Q 1 Q3shalt. 
 32. remaine. MS. remaynes. 35. «'«/«/. MS. ne I corrected later to 
 I nam. 
 
 277. 20. lingring. Q 2 lingriug. 36. wofull. MS. wery. 
 
 278. 6. no. Q 1 nor. 7. those. MS. these. 32. capacitie. 
 Q 2 caparitie. 34. his. MS. Q 1 this. 
 
 279. 12. As MS. Qi Q 3. Q2 by. 32. Ete. Q2 Eto. 39. Cre. 
 Q 2 Crc. 40. Let. Q 3 Lets. 
 
 280. 1. to. MS. omits. 
 
 282.2. Mars. MS. Q 1 God. 20. they wake MS. Q 1 Q 3. Q2the 
 weake. 
 
 283. 4. can MS. Qi. Q2 Q3 cause. 
 
 284. MS. stage-direction after line 17. 21. elde eche. Q3oldeage. 
 
 285. 1. victories. MS. victory. 16. trustie. Q3 0ot#j. 
 486 
 
APPENDIX 
 
 286. 5. hart. MS. harty. 40. something. MS. somewhat. 
 
 287.8. MS. no comma after purple. 13. MS. and Q 1 Who under- 
 
 standith all, and seith secret things. 14. Betoken. MS. and Q 1 Be- 
 
 tokenith. great. MS. omits. 24. secresies. Qi secretnesse. 
 
 289. 14. alonely. MS. all only. 28. talkt. MS. talk. si. w/to. 
 MS. and Qi what a. 
 
 2go. Q 2 full stop at end of line 1 2 . 
 
 291.7. lumpishe. MS. lymping. 17. iV* MS. and Qi. Q 2 Nay. 
 
 Q3 Not. 20. Q 2 full stop at end of line. 33. etiill it were. MS. well 
 
 were not. Q 1 evil were not. in this to. Q 1 to this. 34. thy. Q 1 this. 
 
 36. a. MS. and Q 1 omit. 37. an. MS. some. 38. Q 2 no stop at 
 end of line. 
 
 292. 27. Thesbeoita. MS. a«rf Q 1 Thesbrotia. Hazlitt, Thesprotia. 
 40. MS. stage-direction a line later. 
 
 293- 16- gaulde. Qi galde. Q3 gall. 21. AjftQi Qi Q3. 
 
 MS. lefe. Q 1 ("Faulles escaped correction") leafe. 22. «»/. MS, aai 1 
 
 Qi no. 29. farre. Q 2 faree. 
 
 294. 11. heaven. MS. awoT Q 1 haven. 20. «'//. MS. and Q 1 evill. 
 34. done by G. Gascoygne. Q 1 omits . 
 
 2 95- 3—4' MS. and Q 1 the Trompetts sounded, the droomes and fyfes. 
 22. holde. Q 3 doo holde. 
 
 296. 20. you. MS. ye. 20. no stop at end of line. 10. his. 
 MS. and Qi this. 
 
 297. 1. mightie. MS. Q 1 Q 2 might. Q 3 mighty. 21. thousande. 
 MS. thousandes. 
 
 298. 37. do. MS. doth. 39. you. MS. and Q 1 ye. 
 300.31. MS. adds Nuntius exit. 
 
 301. 7. you. MS. ye. 16. Antig. Q 1 oot^j. 
 
 302. 16. to/fc. MS. hath ever. faith and. MS. and Qi o»«V. 
 
 22. might. MS. may. 32. geltie. MS. Qi Q3 gilty. 
 
 303.8. chargdeQi. Q2 Q 3 charge. MS. chardgde. 9. flee. 
 
 MS. Qi flie. 
 
 304. 8. Unto. MS. To my. 13. plainyng. MS. playnyng. 
 
 Q 1 fauning. Q 2 Q 3 faining. 
 
 306. 21. raine Q2. MS. raigne. 25. M«». Q2 Q3 the. 29,33, 
 34. QqMethinke. MS. Me thinks. 
 
 308. 5. on. Q3andon. 19. dothe. Q2 dofhe. 
 
 3og. 1. v. MS. and Qi. Q2Q3 iii. 25. MS. Your sister is, my 
 
 lord. 26. with hir Antigone. MS. Antigone with her. 
 
 310. 16. brust. MS. and Qi burst. 34 (zre<w-£2»). Q2 som-timee. 
 
 311. 1. sire. In the MS. a later hand has crossed out sire and substituted 
 father. 5. foemen MS. and Qi. Q2 fotemen. 7. brethren both. 
 Qi bretheren. 8. chalenge. MS. challendge. 17. Ma'j. MS. the. 
 38. sende. Q3 sounde. 
 
 312. 5. flowne. MS. flewe. 6. sworde. Q3 swords. 10. Least. 
 Q3 Lest. 18. nothing. MS. not too. 20. why? MS. and Qi he. 
 
 23. bare. MS. and Qi thinne. 32. desired. MS. gan mynde the. 
 
 487 
 
APPENDIX 
 
 313. 9. and. Q 1 had. 10. That one still. MS. and Q 1 Th one. 
 it. hir. MS. and Q 1 her, her. 15. She dymmde. MS. and Q 1 Sore 
 dymmed. 19. shrieked. MS. shriked. 26. themselves. Q 2 them- 
 selnes. 28. you. MS. ye. 35. the MS. and Qi. Q2Q3 omit. 
 
 314. 2. /£«»«« MS. Q 1 Q 3. Q 2 heaven. 21. Pollinice. 
 Q 1 Pollinices. 22. therewyth her. MS. their mothers. 24. ««/»/<& 
 MS. o«o? Q 1 . Q 2 Q 3 unfolde. 
 
 315. 18. be battered. MS. to-battered. 
 
 316. 7. livedst. MS. lived. 29. Ma/. MS. ««rf Q 1 this. 
 38. MS. Oedipus intrat. 
 
 317. 4. Q 2 lustleste. 40. MS. Creon intrat. 
 
 318. 9. shall be. MS. shall altered in a later hand to to be. Q 1 shall. 
 28. of. Altered in MS. to and. 
 
 319. 22. ever. Q 1 even. 
 
 320.22,23. In spite of. MS. and Q 1 Perforce to. 39. Q_2worong- 
 full. 
 
 321. 15. his. MS. my. 19. pointing to Oedipus. MS. omits. 
 25. Creon exit. MS. (WBe'fr. 27. not live. MS. arca" Q i never come. 
 Q 3 omits marginal note. 33. Oed. MS. omits. 
 
 322. 31. i« a. MS. of our. 33. all onely. Q3 alonly. 
 323.18. your MS. Q 1 Q 3. Q 2 you. 27. Q2 note of interrogation 
 
 at end of line. 
 
 324. 21. lis. MS. <«zrf Q 1 is. 30. Done by G. Gascoigne. 
 
 Q 1 omits. 
 
 32s. 12. Toyll. MS. and Q 1 The evill. afort. MS. arcs' Qi do. 
 
 21. &>-«Mfe. Q 3 yelde. 26. ^V^/e. MS. fickle. 32. night 
 
 MS. andQ$. Q1Q2 might. 33. traine. MS. o»a* Q 1 reigne. 
 
 326. 5. by. Q 2 hy. 6 — 14. 
 Q 3 OOTefr. have. Q 3 0*ttfr. 
 
 327. 1. Q 1 omits. 7. ZW.W. 
 at end of line. 
 
 328. 5. that. Q 1 so that. 6. 
 Qi With. 
 
 330- 32. buffet. Qi buffets. ' 
 
 331. 30. Qq parenthesis before dames. 
 
 332. Qi puts this sonnet after "An other Sonet written by the same 
 Gentlewoman" to be found on p. 50 of this edition, and instead of the short 
 title (1 — 2) has the following : — Enough of this Dame. And let us peruse his 
 other doings which have come to my hands, in such disordred order, as I can 
 best set them down. I will now then present you with a Sonet written in 
 prayse of the brown beautie, which he compyled for the love of Mistresse E. P. 
 as foloweth. 8. flowes. Q 1 floweth. 
 
 333. 11. thy. Qi the. 23. And. Q2 Aud. 30. Dame 
 Qq. Hazlitt corrects to Dan. 32. Qq full stop at end of line. 
 
 334. 30. comforts. Q 1 comfort. 34. barke. Q 3 back. 
 488 
 
 MS. and Q 1 omit. 
 
 8. called. 
 
 Q 1 verses. 23. 
 
 Qq full stop 
 
 in. Q 1 in his. 
 
 12. By. 
 
APPENDIX 
 
 33 6 - 16 — 17. Q 1 Now I must desire you with patience to hearken unto 
 the works of another writer, who though he may not compare with the rest 
 passed, yit such things as he wrote upon sundrie occasions, I will rehearse, 
 beginning with this prayse of a Countesse. 
 
 338. 24. blind. Q 1 bind. 
 
 339. 24. rends. Q 3 rents. 27. sortes. Q 3 sores. 
 
 34°- 13- Q 1 The absent lover (in ciphers) disciphering his name, doth 
 crave some spedie relief as followeth. 
 
 341. 20. Q2 Q3 give next "A Gloze upon this text Dominus Us opus 
 habet," already printed in this edition at p. 70. For variants see p. 480. 
 2 1 . Councell. Q 1 Gascoignes councell. 
 
 342. 18. On. Q 1 A. 
 
 343. 26. muze. Q 1 money. Changed to muze in " Faultes escaped cor- 
 rection." 
 
 344. 7. jape. Qi gape. 
 
 345. 30. bayte. Q 3 baytes. 
 
 346. 18. blond and leaves the. Qi onely bloud and. 35. Q 2 full 
 stop at end of line. Q 1 comma. 
 
 347. 1. stayde. Q 1 stande. 3. bones. Q 1 soule. 4. blots. 
 Q 1 faultes. 5. this P, can beare no blockes. Q 1 this is a double P. 
 6. me. Q1Q3 my. 7. piles and pockes. Qi Papistrie. 11. such 
 Spanish buttons. Q 1 the polshorne Prelates. 13. those sunnes do 
 mellowe men so fast. Q 1 theyr brazen heaven beares suche a glosse. 
 14. very ripe. Qi p Papist. 15 — 16. Q 1 
 
 Or else muche woorse (whyche is a heavie losse) 
 Drowned in errours lyke an Atheist: 
 
 348. 4,7. the Aucthor. Qi master Gascoigne. 17. And. Q3 Or. 
 34g. 23. Q 2 full stop at end of line. 
 
 350. 3. Flushyng. Q r flussing. 15. pray. Q 3 pay. 
 
 351. 10. life. Q_3 lives. 24. standings. Q3 standing. 
 
 352. 32. life. Q 3 lefe life. 
 353- i- grace. Q 1 grasse. 
 355. 5. wide. Q3 winde. 
 355 — 6. Q 3 no side-notes. 
 
 357- 29. full. Q 3 omits. 36. he. Q 1 we. 
 
 361. 28. be. Q 1 by. Q 3 no side-note. 
 
 362. 13. drunk. Qi dronk. Q3 drinke. 
 363 — 82. Q 1 omits. 
 
 365. 7. folio. Q3 omits. 11. 289. Q3 omits. 
 
 367. 19. it self. Q 3 omits. 
 
 369. 23. Jtorff. Q 2 hartie. Q 3 hartte. 28. and. Q 2 aud. 
 
 372. 4. >ta&/. Q 2 Q 3 holds. 14. coltish. Q 3 aweVj. 
 
 374. 12. z* Q 3. Q 2 it it. 
 
 375. 2. unto. Q 3 omits. 34. knewe. Q 3 knowes. 
 
 379. 4. /ojV/4. ' Q 3 omits. 
 
 381. 18. f**7e. Q 3 quits. 29. fell. Q 3 fall. 
 
 489 
 
APPENDIX 
 
 383. 1—384- 14- Ql 
 
 A discourse of the adventures 
 passed by Master F. J. 
 H. W. to the Reader. 
 
 IN August last passed my familiar friend Master G. T. bestowed uppon me 
 y e reading of a written Eooke, wherin he had collected divers discourses & 
 verses, invented uppon sundrie occasions, by sundrie gentleme (in mine 
 opinion) right commendable for their capacitie. And herewithal my said 
 friend charged me, that I should use them onely for mine owne particuler 
 commoditie, and eftsones safely deliver the originall copie to him againe, 
 wherein I must confesse my selfe but halfe a marchant, for the copie unto him 
 I have safely redelivered. But the worke (for I thought it worthy to be pub- 
 lished) I have entreated my friend A. B. to emprint: as one that thought 
 better to please a number by common commoditie then to feede the humor of 
 any private parson by nedelesse singularitie. This I have adventured, for thy 
 contentation (learned JReader.) And further have presumed of my selfe to 
 christen it by the name of A hundreth sundrie Flowers: In which poeticall 
 posie are setforth manie trifling fantasies, humorall passions, and straunge 
 affects of a Lover. And therin (although the wiser sort wold turne over the 
 leafe as a thing altogether fruitlesse) yet I my selfe have reaped this commo- 
 ditie, to sit and smile at the fond devises of such as have enchayned them 
 selves in the golden fetters of fantasie, and having bewrayed them selves to the 
 whole world, do yet conjecture y 1 they walke unseene in a net. Some other 
 things you may also finde in this Boolce, which are as voyde of vanitie, as the 
 first are lame for governement. And I must confesse that (what to laugh at 
 the one, & what to learne by the other) I have contrary to the chardge of my 
 said friend G. T. procured for these trifles this day of publication. Wherat if ' 
 the aucthors onely repyne, and the number of other learned mindes be thank- 
 full : I may then boast to have gained a bushell of good will, in exchange for 
 one pynt of peevish choler. But if it fal out contrary to expectatio that the 
 readers judgements agree not with myne opinion in their commendacions, I 
 may then (unlesse their curtesies supplie my want of discretion) with losse of 
 some labour, accompt also the losse of my familier friendes, in doubt whereof, 
 I cover all our names, and referre you to the well written letter of my friende 
 G. T. next following, whereby you may more at large consider of these 
 occasions. And so I comend the praise of other mens travailes together with 
 the pardon of mine owne rashnes, unto the well willing minds of discrete 
 readers. From my lodging nere the Strande the xx. of January. 1572. 
 
 H. W. 
 The letter of G. T. to his very friend 
 H. W. concerning this worke. 
 
 REmembring the late conference passed betwene us in my lodging, and how 
 you seemed to esteeme some Pamphlets, which I did there shew unto you farre 
 above their worth in skill, I did straightwaye conclude the same your judgment 
 to procede of two especiall causes, one (and principall) the stedfast good 
 will, which you have ever hitherto sithens our first familiaritie borne towardes 
 mee. An other (of no lesse weight) the exceding zeale and favour that you 
 beare to good letters. The which (I agree with you) do no lesse bloome and 
 appeare in pleasaunt ditties or compendious Sonets, devised by green youthful 
 capacities, than they do fruitefully florish unto perfection in the ryper workes 
 of grave and grayheared writers. For as in the last, the yonger sort maye make 
 a mirror of perfecte life : so in the first, the most frosty bearded Philosopher, 
 maye take just occasion of honest recreation, not altogether without noisome 
 
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 lessons, tending to the reformation of manners. For who doubteth but that 
 Poets in their most feyned fables and imaginations, have metaphorically set 
 forth unto us the right rewardes of vertues, and the due punishments for vices? 
 Marie in deede I may not compare Pamphlets unto Poems, neither yet may 
 justly advant for our native countrimen, that they have in their verses hitherto 
 (translations excepted) delivered unto us any such notable volume, as have bene 
 by Poets of antiquitie, left unto the posteritie. And the more pitie, that 
 amongst so many toward wittes ne one hath bene hitherto encouraged to 
 followe the trace of that worthy and famous knight Sir Geffrey Chaucer, and 
 after many pretie devises spent in youth, for the obtayning a worthies victorie, 
 might consume and consummate his age in discribing the right pathway to 
 perfect felicitie, with the due preservation of the same. The which although 
 some may judge over grave a subject to be handled in stile metrical, yet for 
 that I have found in the verses of eloquent Latinists, learned Greeks, & pleasant 
 Italians, sundrie directions, whereby a man may be guided toward thattayning 
 of that unspeakeable treasure, I have thus farre lamented, that our countrey- 
 men, have chosen rather to winne a passover praise by the wanton penning of 
 a few loving layes, than to gayne immortall fame, by the Clarkely handlinge of 
 so profitable a Theame. For if quicknes of invencion, proper vocables, apt 
 Epythetes, and store of monasillables may help a pleasant brayne to be crowned 
 with Lawrell. I doubt not but both our countreymen & countrie language might 
 be entronised amonge the olde foreleaders unto the mount Helicon. But nowe let 
 mee returne to my first purpose, for I have wandred somwhat beside the path, 
 and yet not cleane out of the way. I have thought good (I say) to present you 
 with this writte booke, wherein you shall find a number of Sonets, layes, letters, 
 Ballades, Rondlets, verlayes and verses, the workes of your friend and myne 
 Master F. J. and divers others, the which when I had with long travayle con- 
 fusedly gathered together, I thought it then Opere precium to reduce them into 
 some good order. The which I have done according to my barreyne skill in 
 this written Booke, commending it unto you to read and to peruse, and desiring 
 you as I onely do adventure thus to participate the sight therof unto your former 
 good will, even so that you will by no meanes make the same common : but 
 after your owne recreation taken therin y l you wil safely redeliver unto me the 
 originall copie. For otherwise I shall not onely provoke all the aucthors to be 
 offended with mee, but further shall leese the opertunitie of a greater matter, 
 halfe and more graunted unto mee alreadie, by the willing consent of one of 
 them. And to be playne (with you my friend) he hath written (which as farre 
 as I can learne) did never yet come to the reading or perusinge of any man but 
 himselfe : two notable workes. The one called, the Sundry lots of love. The 
 other of his owne invencion entituled. The clyming of an Eagles neast. These 
 thinges (and especially the later) doth seeme by the name to be a work worthy 
 the reading. And the rather I judge so because his fantasie is so occupied in 
 the same, as that contrary to his wonted use, he hath hitherto withhelde it from 
 sight of any his familiers, untill it be finished, you may gesse him by his Nature. 
 And therfore I requier your secresie herein, least if he hear the contrary, we 
 shall not be able by any meanes to procure these other at his handes. So fare 
 vou wel, from my Chamber this tenth of August. 1572. 
 ' Youres or not his owne. 
 
 G. T. 
 
 WHen I had with no small entreatie obteyned of Master F.J. and sundry 
 
 other toward young gentlemen, the sundry copies of these sundry matters, then 
 
 aswell for that the number of them was great, as also for that I found none of 
 
 them, so barreyne, but that (in my judgmet) had in it Aliqutd Salts, and 
 
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 especially being considered by the very proper occasion whereuppon it was 
 written (as they them selves did alwayes with the verse reherse unto me the 
 cause y' then moved them to write) I did with more labour gather them into some 
 order, and so placed them in this register. Wherein as neare as I could gesse, 
 I have set in the first places those which Master F. J. did compyle. And to 
 begin with this his history that ensueth, it was (as he declared unto me) written 
 uppon this occasio. The said F.J. chaunced once in the north partes of this 
 Realme to fall in company of a very fayre gentlewoman whose name was 
 Mistresse Elinor, unto whom bearinge a hotte affection, he first adventured to 
 write this letter following. 
 
 G. T. 
 
 383. 2. Jeronimi Q3. Q2 Jeronomi. 14. active. Q3 toward. 
 
 384. 15. Fayre Lady. Q 1 mistresse. 16. this Countrie. Q 1 these 
 parties. 27. beseche. Qi beseeke. 
 
 385. 1. receyved. Q 1 adds (as I have hard him say). 5. unto. 
 Q 3 omits. 9. though. Q 3 thought. n. Qi adds at end of this 
 paragraph G. T. 21 — 2. Q 3 prints as four lines. 22. humors feede. 
 Q 3 humor feedes. 24 — 5. Before... Elinor. Q 1 I Have heard the Aucthor 
 saye, that these were the first verses that ever he wrote uppon like occasion. 
 The which cosidering y e matter precedent, may in my judgement be well 
 allowed, and to judge his doings by the effectes he declared unto me, that 
 before he coulde put the same in legible writinge, it pleased the sayd Mystresse 
 Elinor. 32. Ferdinando. QiF. J. and so throughout unless otherwise 
 indicated. 38. perceived. Q 3 repeats it was not of his owne hande wryting, 
 and therewithall abashed, upon better regard he perceived. 
 
 386.1,20. Colei...SHE. Qi SHE. 4. QiadKrG. T. 21. Fer- 
 dinando. Q 1 My friend F.J. hath tolde me divers times, that. grew. Q 1 
 he grew. 33. yet. Q 3 omits. 
 
 387. 8. much as. Q3 omits as. 23. where. Qi adds (as I have 
 heard him declare). 26. Ambassade. Q3 ambassage. 28. Ferdinando 
 
 Jeronimi. Q 1 my friend F.J. 
 
 388. 8. Ferdinando. Qi as my friend F. J. 17. the Venetian. 
 Q 1 my friend F.J. 18. For. Q 1 And though it stood not with duty of 
 a friend that I should therin require to know his secrets, yet of him self he 
 declared thus much, that. 21 — 2. or... unworthy. Q3 omits. 28. the. 
 Q3 omits. 31. Qi adds G. T. 
 
 38g. 17. her. Q3 his. 32. limed. Q3 limie. 
 
 3go. 15. Venetian. QiF. J. 20. of. Qi of one other GentlewomS 
 in the house, whose name was. 
 
 391. 19. quod. Q3 quoth et passim. 28. and Ferdinando. 
 
 Q 1 Well, it were long to tell, what sundry opinions were pronounced upon 
 this acte, and I doe dwell overlong in the discourses of this F. J. especially 
 having taken in hand only to copie out his verses, but for the circumstSce doth 
 better declare the effect, I will'returne to my former tale. F.J. 
 
 3g2. 6. Q 1 adds G. T. 18. was doubtles. Q 1 I have seene. 
 
 24. (by...useth). Q 1 (by report of my very good friend F.J.). 35. Florence. 
 Qi London. 37. Jeronimi. Q2 Jeromini. Q 3 Jeronomi. Qi F.J. 
 
 393. 13. allegiance Q 1. Q2allgiance. Seep. 36. 17. Ferdinando 
 Jeronimi. Q 1 F. J. et passim. 28. remembraunce. Q 1 adds therof. 
 
 36. Bartello. Q 1 he. 38. his. Q 1 my friendes. 
 
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 394- 23. Q 1 adds G. T. 
 
 395- 2. lesse. Q 1 inserts I have heard F. J. saye, that he borowed 
 th invention of an Italian : but were it a translation or invention (if I be 
 judge) it is both prety and pithy. 5. neare. Q3 omits. 14. /. 
 Q 1 omits. 21. Valasco. Q 1 the Castel. 25. AatA. Q3had. 
 35. greater. Q3 omits. 
 
 396. 29. a. Q 3 in a. 36. reasons. Q 1 reason shall. 40. braule 
 sayde. Q 3 said braule. 
 
 397- 3- Q 3 omits this line. 20. had. Q 3 have. 24. conjecture. 
 Q 1 full stop, Q 2 Q 3 comma. 26. ende. Q 3 the ende. 34. the Q 3. 
 Q i Q 2 he. 
 
 398. 7. clappeto. Qiclappe. 8. Ferdinando. Q 3 Ferdinando Jeronimi. 
 Q 1 F. J. 22. Tynternall. Q 1 Tyntarnell. 24. Q 1 adds G. T. 
 
 398.25 — 400. 5. Q3 prints these stanzas in half lines. 
 
 398. 33. that. Q3 thy. 
 
 399. 14. Shoulde. Q 2 Soulde. Q 1 Q 3 Should. 16. worthie Q 3. 
 Q2wotthie. Q 1 worthy. 19. Qi full stop at end of line. Qi Q3 comma. 
 23. I like Q 1 Q3. Q 2 like I. Seep. 36. 
 
 400. 7. By these verses. Q 1 THese verses are more in number than 
 do stand with contentation of some judgements, and yit the occasio 
 throughly considered, I can commend them with the rest, for it is (as may 
 be well termed) continua oratio, declaring » full discourse of his first love : 
 wherin (over and besides that the Epythetes are aptly applied, & the verse of 
 it self pleasant enough) I note that. 19. where. Q 1 adds (as I have 
 heard him saye). 25. compiled Q 3. Q 2 copiled. Q 1 compyled. 
 26. Q 1 adds G. T. 
 
 401. 5. proppes. Qi droppes. n — 12. Q 3 prints as four lines. 
 15. rage. Q 1 inserts yet have I seene much worse passe the musters, yea and 
 where both the Lieutenant and Provost Marshall were men of rype judgement : 
 and as it is, I pray you let it passe here, for the truth is that F. J. himselfe 
 had so slender liking thereof, or at least of one worde escaped therin, that he 
 never presented it. 19. Frounces Q 1 Q 3. Q 2 Faunces. 28. foulded. 
 Q 1 unfolded. 34. He being. Q 1 F. J. 
 
 402. 5. hee. Q 1 F. J. 14. Q 3 begins new paragraph after contenta- 
 tion. 17. contentation Q 1 Q 3. Q2 contation. Seep. 36. 36. you 
 shall finde mee. Q 3 omits. 37. it. Q 2 Q 3 if. Qi omits. 
 
 403. 5. be so. Q 1 so be. 19. him. Q 1 F. J. 20. long. 
 Q 1 of long. 26 — 7. Hercule...Cosmis. Q 1 H. D. and that other H. K. 
 Q 2 full stops after Donaty and Cosmis. 28. countries. Q 1 parties. 
 29. Qq comma instead of colon. 30. his. QiF.J. 33. Bartelloes. 
 Q 1 hir. 38. hym. Q 1 F. J. 
 
 404. 1. was. Qi adds unto F.J. a kinswoman. 5. married Qi Q3. 
 Q 2 mery. See p. 36. 8. flitting Q 1. Q 2 flattring. See p. 36. 
 10. he. Q 1 F. J. 16. Q3 paragraph at Thus much. 18. Ferdenando. 
 Q 1 my friend F.J. 21. he. Q 1 F. J. 
 
 405. 3. note. Q 3 tune. 7. he. Q 1 F. J. 7—8. not, at end 
 wherofQ 1. Q2 refused not at that ende, wherof. Q 3 refused not at that 
 end, whereof. 8. had. Q 3 had too playnly. See p. 36. 9. to 
 earnest Q 1. Q 2 Q 3 omit. 10. and. Q1Q3 omit. 11. walked. 
 
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 Q i walking. the. Q 3 omits. calling Q 3. Q 1 Q 2 called. Seep. 36. 
 14. he. Q 1 F. J. Qi no full stop. 17. you. Qi you here. 
 
 19. creature. Q 2 misprints ceature. 22. except. Q r Q 3 accept. 
 
 back Qi. Q 2 misprints bark. 24. Qq no colon. 25. without Q 1. 
 
 Q 2 with out. 28. ^ar. Q 1 and for. 33. distained Q 1. Q 2 dis- 
 
 dained. 5«« /. 36. Q 3 distayned. 38. Q 1 note of interrogation after 
 
 what. 39. Q 2 transposes note of interrogation and parenthesis* 40. fo. 
 Q 1 F. J. 
 
 406. 4. natively. Qi comma. Q2 Q3 full stop. 5. conclusion. 
 Q 1 conclusions. 6. Q 2 transposes note of interrogation and parenthesis. 
 13. /&«?. QiF. J. 16. <fo>«. QiF. J. 23. y«oM. Q2qnoth. 
 /. Q 1 omits. 20, 30. Q 3 Ferdinando Jeronimi. 
 
 407. 2. andQi Q3. Q2 had. Seep. 36. 17. /to. Q3 omits. 
 21. /«//. Q 1 here inserts Were it not that I knowe to whom I write, I would 
 the more beware what I write. F. J. was a man, and neither of us are sence- 
 lesse, and therfore I shold slaunder him, (over and besides a greater obloquie 
 to the whole genealogie of Enceas) if I should imagine that of tender hart he 
 would forbeare to expresse hir more tender limbes against the hard floore. 
 Suffised that of hir curteouse nature she was content to accept bords for a bead 
 of downe, mattes for Camerike sheetes, and the night gowne of F.J. for 
 a counterpoynt to cover them, and thus with calme cotent, in steede of quiet 
 sleepe, they beguiled the night, untill the proudest sterre'began to abandon the 
 fyrmament, when F.J. and his Mistresse, were constrayned also to abandon 
 their delightes, and with ten thousand sweet kisses and straight embracings, did 
 frame themselves to play loth to depart. 22, 28. he. Q 1 F. J. 
 28. willing. Q 3 walking. 33. there. Qi & there. 34. the. 
 Qi that. 39. though Qi. Q2 Q3 thought. 
 
 408. 11. with. Qi omits. 14. with. Q 3 with the. well. Qi Q3 
 also. 15. the Brides. Qi the Byrdes. Q3 Brids. 18. following. 
 
 Q 1 here inserts 1T The occasion (as I have heard him rehearse) was by encouter 
 that he had with his Lady by light of the moone: and forasmuch, as the 
 moone in middes of their delights did vanish away, or was overspred with 
 a cloud, thereuppon he toke the subject of his theame. And thus it ensueth, 
 called a Moonshine Banquet. G.T. 27. Into. Q3 In. 34. to gaze. 
 
 Qq to gare. 36. Cynthia. Q2 Cythia. Qi Q3 Cinthia. 
 
 4og. 5. of yore Qi Q3. Q2 in yore. Seep. 36. 13. Qi full stop 
 
 at end of line. 14. Q2 begins with small letter. 15. So that Q3. 
 
 Qi And thus. Q2 And that. Seep. 36. 18. that. Qi the. 
 
 26, 29, 32 in Q2 begin laith small letters. 31. Qi full stop. 
 
 410. 8. Yet. Q3 That. 11. place. Q3 light. 13. Qi begins 
 
 this paragraph THis Ballade, or howsoever I shall terme it, percase you will 
 not like, and yet in my judgement it hath great good store of deepe invention, 
 and for the order of the verse, it is not common, I have not heard many of 
 like proporcion, some will accompt it but a dyddeldome : but who so had 
 heard F.J. sing it to the lute, by a note of his owne devise, I suppose he would 
 esteme it to bee a pleasaunt diddeldome, and for my part, if I were not 
 parciall, I woulde saye more in commendacion of it than nowe I meane to do, 
 leaving it to your and like judgementes. hee. Q 1 F. J. 20. cappe. 
 
 Qi cap. Q3 Cappe. Q2 cape. Seep. 36. crowneQi Q3. Q2 crowe. 
 Seep. 36. bandes. Qi bends. 27. without Qi. Qa prints as two 
 
 words. 28. partye. Qimade. 29. grudge Qi Q3. Qa grudged. 
 
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 31. Ferdinandos. Q 1 F. J. 33. day. 36. ayre. Qi colon, Q2 Q3 
 comma. 37 . Q 3 Ferdinando Jeronimi. 
 
 r\ *U'f' the - Q 1 omits - 6 - hee - Q 1 F -J- 1- Madame. 
 
 ^i Madames. 9. £«;. Q 2 bnt. 20. he. QiF.J. 13. Q3 
 
 ferdinando Jeronimi. 26. Jeronimy. Q 2 Teronoray. Q 1 J. sober. 
 
 V 1 soberer. 29. Q 2 comma after with. 
 
 412. ». as to. Q3 as. 3. by my Qi. Q 2 my by. 20. Qq «ofc 
 # interrogation before second parenthesis, no colon. 22. Jeronimii. 
 
 (£2 Jeronomii. QiF. J. 24. wtoQi Q 3 . Qinolese. 
 
 28. him. QiF.J. 30. A«. Qi F.J. 31. of. Qiwith. 
 
 413- i. Jeronimy. Qi F.J. 6—7. hir servaunt. Qi F.J, 
 
 8. afterward. Q 1 well I dwell too long uppon these particular poynts in 
 discoursing this trifling history, but that the same is the more apte meane of 
 introduction to y e verses, which I meane to reherse unto you, and I think you 
 wil not disdaine to read my conceipt with his invention about declaration of his 
 commedie. The next that ever F. J. wrote the, upon any adveture hapned 
 betwene him and this fayre Lady, was this as I have heard him say, and uppon 
 this occasion. After. 12. QiaddsG. T. 18. Q 1 Q2 colon at end of 
 line. 26. my Frydaies. Q 2 myr Fydaies. 28. Q 1 inserts This 
 
 Sonet .is short and sweete, reasonably well, according to the occasion &c. 
 30. it should seeme. Oil have heard F. /. affirme. 24.. heOi. 2 be. 
 35- Q 1 adds G. T. 
 
 414. Q 3 prints in half lines. 5. painted. Q 3 pointed. 8. Q 2 comma 
 after thy as well as after caules. 30. foyle Q 3. Q 1 foyl. Q 2 stil. 
 Seep. 36. 
 
 415. 12. Bartello writeth. Q 1 I have heard him declare. 15. among 
 the Venetians. Q 1 omits. 17. world. Q 1 adds although altogether 
 w'out his cosent. 18. this. Q 3 omits. 19. deserve. Q 1 adds by the 
 relation of F.J. 21. sayeth Bartello. Qi and is. conditions. Q 1 con- 
 dicion. 22 — 3. he thinketh. Qi I will excuse my friend F. J. and 
 adventure my penne in his behalfe. 24. knowing also that he. Q 1. being 
 also acquainted (better then I) that F.J. 26. argument. Q 1 with mee. 
 27. mine aucthor afflrmeth. Qi F. J. tolde me himselfe. 29. of any. 
 Q 3 anye of. 31. all circumstaunces of histories, and. Q 1 that it was in 
 the first beginning of his writings, as then he was no writer of any long con- 
 tinuaunce. 35. him. Q 1 F. J. 36. aftei-wardes. Q 1 adds (the 
 which I dare not confesse). adapt. Q 3 adopt. 38. ende. Q 1 end. Amen. 
 39. not. Q 1 inserts but once I am sure that he wrote it, for he is no 
 borrower of inventios, and this is al that I meane to prove, as one that sende 
 you his verses by stealth, and do him double wrong, to disclose unto any man 
 the secrete causes why they were devised, but this for your delight I do 
 adventure. 
 
 416. 6. shewe. Q 1 shewes. 18. Sonet. Q 1 inserts I am assured 
 that it is but a translation, for I my selfe have seene the invention of an 
 Italian, and Mastery, hath a little dylated the same, but not much besides 
 the sence of the first, and the addicion very aptly applied : wherfore I cannot 
 condempne his doing therin, and for the Sonet. 20. the more Q 1. 
 Q 2 Q 3 no more. 21. Q 1 comma after dedicated. Q 2 Q 3 colon. 
 25. and. Q 1 whereof I have not obteyned the most at his handes, and the 
 reason that he denied me the same, was that (as he alleged). 
 
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 417. 18. a man. Q 2 one word. 27. sight of y" world. Q 1 mee. 
 
 29. y 1 . Q 3 omits. 30. fortunate. And, Q 1 fortunate, amongst 
 
 other I remembred one hapned uppon this occasion. The husband of the 
 Lady Elynor being all this while absent from hir, gan now retorne, & kept 
 Cut at home, with whom F. J. found meanes so to ensignuate himselfe, that 
 familiaritie tooke deepe roote betwene them, and seldome but by stelth you 
 could finde the one out of the others company. On a tyme the knight ryding on 
 hunting desired F.J. to accompany him, the which he could not refuse to do, 
 but like a lusty younker, readie at all assayes, apparrelled him selfe in greene, 
 and about his neck a Bugle, pricking & gallowping amongst the formost, 
 according to the mannor of that countrie. And it chauced that the maried 
 Knight thus gallowping lost his horn, which some devines might have inter- 
 preted to be but moulting, & that by Gods grace, he might have a newe come 
 up againe shortly in steede of that. Wei, he came to F. J. requiring him to 
 lend him his Beugle, for (sayd the Knight) I hard you not blowe this daye, and 
 I would fayne encourage the houndes, if I had a home. Quod F. J. although 
 I have not ben over lavishe of my comming hitherto, I woulde you shoulde 
 not doubt but that I can tell howe to use a home well enough, and yet I may 
 little do if I maye not lende you a home, and therewithall tooke his Beugle 
 from his necke, and lent it to the Knight, who making it unto the houndes, 
 gan assaye to rechate : but the home was to hard for him to wynde, whereat 
 F. J. tooke pleasure, and sayde to him selfe, blowe tyll thou breake that : 
 I made thee one with in these fewe dayes, that thou wilt never cracke whiles 
 thou livest. And hereupon (before the fal of the Buck) devised this Sonet 
 following, which at his home comming he presented unto his mistresse. 
 
 G. T. 
 As some men say there is a kind of seed 
 Will grow to homes if it be sowed thick : 
 Whetwith I thought to trye if I could breed 
 A brood of buddes, well sharped on the prick : 
 And by good proof e of learned skill I found, 
 (As on some speciall soyle all seedes best frame) 
 So jelouse braynes doe breed the battle ground, 
 That best of all might serve to beare the same. 
 Then sought I foorth to find such supple soyle, 
 And cald to mynd thy husband had a brayne, 
 So that percase, by travayll and by toyle, 
 ffis fruitfull front might turne my seed to gayne: 
 And as I groped in that ground to sowe it, 
 Start up a home, thy husband could not blow it. 
 F.J. 
 THis Sonet treateth of a straung seede, but it tasteth most of Rye t which is 
 more comon amongst me nowadays : wel let it passe amogst y° rest, & he that 
 liketh it not, turn over y e leaf to another, I dout not but in this register he 
 may find some to content him, unlesse he be to curious : and. 31. being. 
 
 Q 1 adds now. 34. Florence. Q 1 London. 
 
 418.13. brauncheQ^. Q2 braunce. See p. 36. 40. be. Q 3 omits. 
 419- 9. recomfort. Q 3 comfort. 23. accepted Q 1 Q 3. Q 2 excepted. 
 
 420. 1. mee. Q2 comma. Q 1 full stop. 26. professed Q 1 Q 3. 
 
 Q 2 possessed. Seep. 36. 30. is. Q 3 it is. 
 
 421.2. restore Q 1. Q 2 Q 3 restorte. 3. Mythrydate. Q 2 (some 
 
 copies) Nythrydate. him. Q 1 F. J. 4. the. Q 3 omits. 7. gan. 
 
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 Q 3 beegan. 8. received. Q i conceyved. 14. braunche. Q 1 braunce. 
 17. Awonderfull. Q 2 one word. 18. as I finde it in Bartello the 
 
 beginning. Q 1 (for I think you have not red it in Ariosto) the beginning. 
 Q 3 as I finde it in Bartello the beginning. 19. being. Q 1 bying. 
 
 28. entrie Qi Q 3 . Q 2 entire. 31. y'. Q 3 that. " 39. this. 
 Q 3 nl s- 40. quadrible Q 2 Q 3. Q 1 quadriple. 
 
 422.4. then Qi. Q 2 that. Q 3 other. Seep. 36. 5. »/«««£ 
 
 Q 1 open. 37. £4ir. Q 3 his. 39. of. Q 3 ootz'^. 
 
 423- 4- «»»"• Q 1 on. 10. Imagine. Q 3 I meane. 18. this. 
 
 Q 1 his. Q3the. 23. Flaminia Q 1. Q 3 Elaminik. QzElaminia. 
 
 See p. 1$. 24. abandoned. Q 3 abounded. 29. strayghts. Q 1 straight. 
 40. straung. Q i straunge. Q 3 strong. 
 
 424. 1. VII. Q 3 seventh. 2. Q 1 «»zot3 fe/ore therein. 
 3. contynually. Q 2 comtynually. 13. now keyes, now lockes. Q t new 
 keyes, new lockes. 35. this. Q 1 this translation of Ariostoes xxxi. 
 song. 
 
 425. 15. An Q1Q3. Q 2 and. Seep. 36. Q 2 full stop at end of line. 
 34. Zoroactes. Q 1 Zoroastes. See p. 36. 
 
 426. 8. Q I Q 3 full stop at end of line. 10. Thus Ferdinando. 
 Q 1 THis is the translation of Ariosto his xxxi. song, all but the last staffe, which 
 seemeth as an allegory applied to the rest. It will please none but learned 
 eares, hee was tyed to the invention, troubled in mynd &c. So I leave it to 
 your judgment, and returne to F. J. who. 14. on Q 1 Q 3. Q 2 one. 
 he. Q 1 F. J. 19. endevoyre. Q 1 devoyre. Q 3 endevoure. 29. of. 
 Q 1 omits. 
 
 427. 14. to Q 1 Q 3. Q 2 to to. 26. good. Q 3 my. 27. for. 
 Q 3 omits. 30. hee. Q 1 F. J. 38. named. Q 1 adds and that for 
 good respects, least hir name might altogether disclose the rest. 
 
 428. 3. over large a. Q 3 you a large. 22. named Pergo. Q 1 whome 
 for this discourse I will name Pergo least hir name natural were to brode 
 before, and might not drinke of all waters. 29. Q 1 colon. Q 2 Q 3 no stop. 
 
 42g. 14. tryed. Q 1 Q 3 tyred. 28. thought Q 1 Q 3. Q 2 thoughe. 
 
 29. one. Qi Q3 on. 30. did Q 1. Qi Q3 doe. But see p. 36, 
 where Ibid. (23) should be 247. 31. repayre Q 1. Q 2 repraye. 'Q 3 repaire. 
 34. wythin. Q 3 in. 40. not only he. Q 3 he onelie not. 
 
 430. 40. to. Q 3 the. 
 
 431. 2. hath. Q 3 have. 8. blinded Q 1 Q 3. Q 2 builded. 
 Seep. 36. 9. P77- Q 3 seven yeres. 13. about Q 1 Q$. Q2obout. 
 17. without Q 1. Qj with out. 28. a present. Q 2 »»« ztwrf. 
 34. Jeronimy. Qi F. J. 39. worthines. Q 1 unworthines. 
 
 432. 35- him. Q r F. J. Qi colon at end of line. 
 
 433. 1. him in. Qi F. J. in. 7. to. Qi F.J. 12. the. 
 Q 1 thy. 18. conjoyned. Q 3 enjoyned. 23. in. Q 3 into. 
 24. delectable. Q 1 delectably. 27. for, the Q 1. Q 2 for-the. Q 3 for 
 the. Q 1 comma at end of line. 28. here. Q 1 hereat. 34. feares. 
 Q 3 teares. hir. Q 1 continues But I have heard my friend F.J. cofesse, that 
 he was in a happy traunce, and thought himself for divers causes unhappely 
 revived. For surely I have heard him affirme, that' to dye in such a passion, 
 had ben rather pleasant, than like to panges of death. 35. And. 
 Q 2 omits and has no paragraph. And It. Q 3 And it. 36. were. 
 
 G. II 49? 
 
APPENDIX 
 
 Q 3 was. 38. mine aucthor dreameth y 1 Ferdenando. Q 1 my fried F.J. 
 hath to me emported, that. 
 
 434- 17. Qi colon at end of line. Q 2 Q 3 note of interrogation. 
 31. Q 2 Q 3 no concluding parenthesis. 37. of such. Qi of you and 
 such other. 
 
 435- 5- Air. Q 3 07»zV.r. ii. blowe. Q 1 pusshe of the pike. 
 15. having. Qi adds now. 16 — 17. he... last. Qi he drewe uppon 
 his new professed enimie, and bare hir up with such a violence against the 
 bolster, that before shee could prepare the warde, he thrust hir through both 
 hands, and &c. wherby the Dame swoning for feare, was constreyned (for a 
 time) to abandon hir body to the enemies curtesie. At last when shee came to 
 hir selfe. 18. him in bedde. Q 1 F. J. 27. forepast. Q 3 new 
 paragraph. 29. Florence. Qi London. 31. Jeronimy. Qi F.J. 
 
 436. 3. XI. article. Q 3 eleven articles. Q 2 full stop at beleefe. 
 9. such Q 1 . Q 2 Q 3 omit. See p. 36. n . Ferdinandoes. Q 1 F. J. 
 13. such. Q3 such a. 14. Q 1 full stop instead of comma at musicke. 
 17. Jeronimies. Q 1 F. J. 18. could. Q 1 would. 24. Q 1 no 
 
 paragraph. 27. him. Q 1 F. J. 32. altogether. Q 3 together. 
 
 in. Q 1 of. 39. espyed. Q 1 colon. 
 
 437. 6. Jeronimy. Q 1 F. J. n. Pergo. Qi «/»». 14. ^z>«. 
 Q 1 Master J. 25. Ferdinandoes. Q 1 F. J. Q 3 Ferdinando Jeronimies. 
 2 7> 3 1 ' 33- A«. 30. Jeronemy. Qi F.J. 34. QiQ$ no second 
 parenthesis. 35. here. Q 3 there. 
 
 438. 6. master Jeronemy. Q 1 F. J; 8. Q2 no parenthesis. 
 11. Q2 comma instead of full stop. 16. ambassege. Qi ambassade. 
 Q3 ambassage. 17. gentlewoman Qi Q 3. Q2 gentleman. See pi $6. 
 1 9. Jeronimy of. Q 1 J. of. Q 2 Jeronimy. Of. Q 3 Jeronimi, of. 
 28. vouchsafe. Q 2 misprints vouchsafee. 29 — 30. Q 1 (no paragraph), 
 and. 35. Qq no parenthesis. Q 1 colon at end of 39. 
 
 439. 5. my Qi Q 3. Qi me. 16. signor Jeronemy. Qi F. J. 
 17. the. Q 1 adds cause of his. 23. kissed. Q 1 kissing. 31. him. 
 Q 1 F. J. rise. Q 1 arise. 
 
 440. 7. Qi no parenthesis. 8. wztttf,?. Q 1 meetest. 12. Well. 
 Q 3 new paragraph. I. Q 3 I doe. 27. Jeronimies. Q 1 F. J. 
 37. quippes Q 1 Q 3. Q 2 quibbes. .&« p. 36. 
 
 441. 39. M*. Q 1 that. 
 
 442.5,8. Lamia. Q 1 Besse. 15. Amongst. Q3 new paragraph. 
 
 17. the. Q 1 a. /<v£fe. Q 1 locke. 32. hir. Q 3 her her. 
 
 443. 1. time. Q 1 times. Q 2 tims. Q 3 tyme. 5. agayn. Q2a 
 
 gayn. 10. in. ..Caroline. Q 1 fallen to three halfpence : and I remember 
 
 they called fhS Slippes. 17. smal. Q 1 three half peny. 31. into 
 
 Q 1. Q 2 Q 3 into. 35. dissimuled. Q 3 dissembled. 39. made. 
 
 Q 3 have made. 
 
 444- 5- Aoo<f. Q 3 o»«Vj. 7. I. Q j I do. 8. Caroline. Q 1 
 
 slip. 9—10. Q 1 no paragraph. 25. resemblaunt. Q 1 semblant. 
 
 40. she. Q 3 he. 
 
 445. 5. had ever. Qi omits. 7. 7^<?. Qi, new paragraph. 
 
 446. 8. Carolines. Q 1 slippes. 14. if Q 1 Q 3. Q 2 is. 25. & 
 Qi it, but I may not rehearse the cause why, unlesse I shuld tell all. 
 27. y Venetiane. Q 1 F. J. 
 
 498 
 
APPENDIX 
 
 447- 3- Jeronimy. Q i F. J. 17. And. Q 1 Here (least you shuld 
 
 grow in some wrong cSceit of F.J.) I must put you out of dout, that. Q 3 new 
 paragraph. 28. Q 1 colon. Q 2 Q 3 note of interrogation. 29. And 
 
 thus. Q 1 thus. 
 
 448.7. him. QiF. J. 15. he. Q 1 F. J. 21. you. Q 1 you, 
 unlesse you would have me fill up a whole volume only with his matters, and I 
 have dilated the over largely already. 23. pleasure Q 1 Q 3. Q 2 pleasoure. 
 24. he. Q 1 F. J. 31, 40. Q 1 adds G. T. 
 
 449- 1 — 20. Q3 prints in half lines. _ 10. to. Q3S0. 30. Bezo 
 las manos Qi. Q2 Bezo la, mano. See p. 36. 37. arme Ql Q3. 
 Q 2 harme. 
 
 450- 6- Q 1 adds G. T. 
 
 45 1 - 14- he. Q 1 F. J. 27. Poore Jeronimy. Q 1 F. J. Q 3 
 Ferdinando Jeronimi. 40. Q 1 adds G. T. 
 
 45 2 - 26 — 453. 22. Q 1 has instead this ending: — IT is time now to 
 make an end of this thriftlesse Historie, wherein although I could wade 
 much further, as to declare his departure, what fhankes he gave to his 
 Hope &c. Yet I will cease, as one that had rather leave it unperfect than 
 make it to plaine. I have past it over with quod he, and quod she, after my 
 homely manner of writing, using sundry names for one person, as the Dame, 
 the Lady, Mistresse, &c. The Lorde of the Castle, the Master of the house, and 
 the hoste: neverthelesse for that I have seene good aucthors terme every 
 gentlewoman a Lady, and every gentleman domine, I have thought it no 
 greater faulte then pettie treason thus to entermyngle them, nothing doubting 
 but you will easely, understand my meaning, and that is asmuch as I desire. 
 Now henceforwardes I will trouble you no more with such a barbarous style in 
 prose, but will onely recite unto you sundry verses written by sundry gentlemen, 
 adding nothing of myne owne, but onely a tytle to every Poeme, wherby the 
 cause of writinge the same maye the more evidently appeare : Neyther can I 
 declare unto you who wrote the greatest part of them, for they are unto me but 
 a posie presented out of sundry gardens, neither have I any other names of the 
 flowers, but such short notes as the aucthors themselves have delivered therby if 
 you can gesse them, it shall no waye offende mee. I will begin with this 
 translation as followeth. 
 
 G. T. 
 [A translation of Ariosto allegorized follows. See p. 500.] 
 452. 27. aswell. Q 3 as wel. Q 2 swell. See p. 36. 
 
 453- 3- dissolute. Q 3 desolate. 4. Frauncischina Q 3. Q 2 Fraunces 
 Chima. See p. 36. 8. occurrentes Q 3. Q 2 occurements. Seep. 36. 
 
 454. 16. Q 1 Q3 no side-note. 23. his. Q 1 this. 32. I that 
 
 Q 1 Q 3. Q 2 that I. Seep. 36. 
 
 455- 17- Q \ He wrote (at his friends request) in prayse of a Gentlewoman, 
 whose name was Phillip, as followeth. 24. merrily Q 3. Q 1 Q 2 
 
 merely. 
 
 456. 21. the. Q 3 omits. 24. yit. Q3yet. 
 
 457. 1. Farewell. ..by a. Q 1 The. 3. &. Q 1 doth. 4. he 
 determined. Q 1 determine. 20. alwayes able. Q 3 able alwayes. 
 
 458. 1. for. Q 3 because. 6. princke. Qj3pranke. 20. The. ..a. 
 Qi The. 21. Qi continues thus complayneth. 26. these Q3. 
 Q 1 theis. Q 2 this. 
 
 499 
 
APPENDIX 
 
 459. 32. That Q 1 Q 3. Q 2 But. Seep. 36. 
 
 460. 1. Mars. ..an. Q 1 An. 1. Q 1 continues thus complayneth. 
 24. might Q 1 Q 3. Q 2 mighe. 32. those Q 1. Q 3 that. Q 2 this. 
 .&<;/. 36. 
 
 461.9. Patience... an. Q 1 An. 21. Q2 full stop at end of line. 
 
 462. 5. fryse. Q3freese. 6. I. Q 3 omits. 14. /»-. Q 3 by. 
 29. «V. Q 3 omits. 
 
 463. 1. Davids... three. Q 1 Three. 
 
 464. r5- delight. Q 1 delights. 19 — 20. Soone...an. Q 1 An. 
 
 465 — 73. .Ata in Q 1. 
 
 463. 3 — 15. Q 3 offzi'fc all after English. 27. _y«;. Q 3 omits. 
 
 32. tubbe. Q 3 <w«'£r fo ««rf of paragraph (466. 19). 
 
 467. 5. levis. Qq lenis. 36. Aart. Q 3 hath in it. in it. Q 3 omits. 
 37. and. ..syllables. Q3 omits. 
 
 468. 7. Verse. Q 3 wra* paragraph. 24. w^y. Q 3 aotj/j. 
 28. falleth. Q 3 passeth. 36. Maf j/<?«. Q 3 you. 
 
 470. 8. &. Q 3 is. 38. you. Q 3 you to. 
 
 471. 22. discourses. Q3 new paragraph. 
 
 472. 2. whole. Q 3 new paragraph. 13. termination. Q 2 comma. 
 
 ADDITIONAL POEMS. 
 
 The following poems are printed in Q 1 but not included in Q 2 or Q 3 : — 
 
 A translation of Ariosto allegorized. 
 
 WHen worthy Bradamant, had looked long in vain, 
 
 To see hir absent love and Lord, Ruggier : returne againe : 
 
 Uppon hir lothed bed hir lustlesse limbes did Cast, 
 
 And in deceitfull dreames she thought, she saw him come at last. 
 
 But when with open armes, she ran him to embrace, 
 
 With open eyes she foud it false, & thus cSplain'd hir case. 
 
 That which me pleasd (qd she) was dreames which fancy drewe, 
 
 But that which me torments (alas) by sight I find it true. 
 
 My joye was but a dreame, and soone did fade away, 
 
 But my tormenting cruell cares, cannot so soone decaye. 
 
 Why heare I not and see, since now I have my sences? 
 
 That which in fained fading dreames, appered by pteces. 
 
 Or whereto serve mine eyes, if sights they so mistake, 
 
 As seeme to see ech joy in sleepe, and woo whe they awake. 
 
 The sweete & slumbring sleape, did promise joye and peace, 
 
 But these unpleasaunt sights do rayse, such warres as never cease. 
 
 The sleape I felt was false, and seem'd to ease my grief, 
 
 But that I see is all to true, and yeeldes me no relief. 
 
 If truth anoy me then, and fayned fancyes please me, 
 
 God graunt I never heare nor see, true thing for to disease me. 
 
 If sleaping yeeld me joy, and waking worke me woe, 
 
 God graunt I sleape, & never wake, to ease my tormSt so. 
 
 500 
 
APPENDIX 
 
 happy slumbring soules, whom one dead drowsy sleepe 
 
 Six monethes (of yore) in silence shutte, with closed eyes did keepe. 
 Yet can I not compare, such sleepe to be like death, 
 Nor yet such waking, as I wake, to be like vitall breath. 
 For why my let doth fall, contrary to the rest, 
 
 1 deeme it death when I awake, & life while I do rest. 
 Yet if such sleepe be like to death in any wise, 
 
 gentle death come quick at call, & close my drery eyes. 
 Thus sayd the worthy dame, whereby I gather this, 
 
 No care can be copared to that, where true love parted is. 
 
 Lenvoie. 
 
 Lo Lady if you had but halfe like care for mee, 
 That worthy Bradamant had then hir own Ruggier to see: 
 My readie will should be so prest to come at call, 
 You should have no such sight or dreame to trouble you withall. 
 Then when you list commaund, & I wil come in hast, 
 There is no hap shal hold me backe, good will shal roon so fast. 
 Si fortunatus infcelix. 
 
 This Sonet of his shall passe (for me) without any preface. 
 
 WHen stedfast friendship (bound by holy othe) 
 Did parte perforce my presence from thy sight, 
 In dreames I might behold how thou wert loth 
 With troubled thoughts to parte from thy delight. 
 When Popler walles enclos'd thy pensive mind, 
 My painted shadow did thy woes revive: 
 Thine evening walks by Thames in open wind, 
 Did long to see my sayling boate arive. 
 But when the dismold day did seeke to part 
 From London walles thy longing mind for me, 
 The sugred kisses (sent to thy deare hart) 
 With secret smart in broken sleepes I see. 
 Wherfore in teares I drenche a thousand fold, 
 Till these moist eyes thy beauty may behold. 
 Si fortunatus infotlix. 
 
 Another shorter discourse to the same effecte. 
 
 [This follows The lover declareth his affection, p. 337 of this edition.] 
 
 IF ever man yit found the Bath of perfect blisse, 
 
 Then swim I now amid the Sea where nought but pleasure is. 
 
 1 love and am beloved (without vaunt be it told) 
 
 Of one more fayre than shee of Grece for who proud Troy was sold. 
 As bountifull and good as Cleopatra Queene: 
 As constant as Penelope unto hir make was seene. 
 What would you more? my pen unable is to write 
 The least desart that seemes to shine within this worthy wight. 
 So that for now I cease, with hands held up on hye, 
 And crave of God that when I chaunge, I may be forst to dye. 
 
 Meritum petere, gravi. 
 
 11 3 501 
 
APPENDIX 
 
 Eyther a nadeksse or a bootelesse compari- 
 son, betwene two letters. 
 
 OF all the letters in the christs crosse rowe, 
 
 I feare (my sweete) thou lovest B. the best, 
 
 And though there be good letters many mo 
 
 As A. 0. G. N. C. S. and the rest, 
 
 Yet such a liking bearest thou to B. 
 
 That fewe or none thou thinckest like it to be. 
 
 And much I muse what madnesse should thee move, 
 To set the Cart before the comely horse: 
 Must A. give place, to B. for his behove? 
 Are letters now so changed from their course? 
 Then must I learne (though much unto my paine,) 
 To read (a new) my christ crosse rowe againe. 
 
 When I first learnd, A. was in high degree, 
 
 A captaine letter, and a vowell too: 
 
 Such one as was alwayes a helpe to B, 
 
 And lent him sound and taught him what to doo, 
 
 For take away the vowels from their place, 
 
 And how can then the consonants have grace? 
 
 Yet if thou like a consonant so well, 
 
 Why should not G. seeme better farre than B~! 
 
 G. spelleth God, that high in heaven doth dwell, 
 
 So spell we Gold and all good thinges with G. 
 
 B. serves to spell bold, bawdy, braynsicke, bolde, 
 
 Blacke, browne, and bad, yea worse than may be tolde. 
 
 In song, the G. cliffe keepes the highest place, 
 Where B. sounds alwayes (or too sharpe or) flat : 
 In G. sol, re, ut: trebles have trimme grace, 
 B. serves the base and is content with that. 
 Beleve me (sweete) G. giveth sound full sweete, 
 When B. cries buzze, as is for bases meete. 
 
 But now percase thou wilt one G. permit, 
 And with that G. thou meanest B. to joyne : 
 Alas, alas, me thinkes it were not fit, 
 (To cloke thy faulte) such fine excuse to coyne. 
 Take dooble G. for thy most loving letter, 
 And cast of B. for it deserves no better. 
 
 Thus have I played a little with thy B. 
 Wherof the brand is thine, and mine the blame 
 The wight which woundes thy wandring will is he, 
 And I the man that seeke to salve thy name: 
 The which to thinke, doth make me sigh sometime, 
 Though thus I strive to jest it out in ryme. 
 Meritum petere, grave. 
 
 502 
 
INDEX OF TITLES 
 
 Absent Dame thus complayneth, An 
 
 335 
 
 Anatomye of a Lover, The 37 
 Ariosto allegorized, A translation of 500 
 Arraignment of a Lover, The 38 
 
 Certaine verses written to a Gentle- 
 woman 46 
 Certayne notes of Instruction 465 
 Constancie of a lover, The 92 
 Councell given to Master BartAolmew 
 
 Withipoll 344 
 Councell to Duglasse Dive 341 
 
 Dan Bartholmew of Bathe 96 
 Davids salutacions to Berzabe 463 
 Delectable history of sundry adven- 
 tures, The 96 
 Devise of a Maske, A 75 
 Divorce of a Lover, The 42 
 Doale of disdaine, The 458 
 Dulce bellum inexpertis 141 
 
 Epitaph upon Captaine Bourcher, An 
 
 73 
 Eyther a needelesse or a bootelesse 
 
 comparison 502 
 
 Farewell with a mischeife 457 
 Ferdinando Jeronimi, The pleasant 
 
 Fable of 383 
 Fruite of Fetters, The 367 
 Fruite of foes, The 92 
 Frute of reconciliation, The 327 
 
 Gascoignes De profundis 60 
 Gascoignes gardnings 352 
 Gascoignes good morrow 55 
 
 Gascoignes Memories 62 
 Gascoignes praise of his mistres 54 
 Gascoignes voyage into Hollande 
 
 354 
 Gascoignes woodmanship 348 
 Gascoygnes good night 58 
 Gloze upon this text, Dominus Us 
 
 opus habet, A 70 
 
 He wrote to the same friend from 
 
 Excester 330 
 He wrote to the same friend from 
 
 Founteine belle eaii 331 
 He wrote unto a Skotish Dame 331 
 
 Introduction to the Fsalme of De 
 
 profundis, The 59 
 In trust is Treason 90 
 
 Jocasta 244 
 
 Lady being both wronged by false 
 
 suspect, A 338 
 Lamentation of a lover, The 45 
 Letter devised for a yong lover, A 
 
 462 
 Lookes of a lover forsaken, The 49 
 Lover declareth his affection, The 337 
 Lover encouraged by former examples, 
 
 The 94 
 Lover often warned, A 93 
 Loving Lady being wounded in the 
 
 spring time, A 333 
 Lullabie of a Lover, The 44 
 
 Mars in despite of Vulcane 460 
 
 Not long after the writing 329 
 
 503 
 
INDEX OF TITLES 
 
 Now to begin with another man 332 
 
 Passion of a Lover, The 39 
 Patience perforce 461 
 Phillip Sparrowe, The praise of 455 
 Pleasant Fable of Ferdinando Jero- 
 
 nimi, The 383 
 Praise of a gentlewoman, In 454 
 Prayse of a Countesse, In 336 
 Prayse of Bridges, In 52 
 Prayse of Zouche, In 53 
 Pride in Court 88 
 
 Question being propounded by a 
 
 Dame, This 89 
 Question, Hir 48 
 
 Recantacion of a Lover, The 51 
 Refusal of a lover, The 87 
 
 Riddle, A 340 
 Ryddle, His 47 
 
 Shield of Love, The 340 
 
 Sonet, An other 50 
 
 Sonet written in prayse of the browne 
 
 beautie, A 33s 
 Soone acquainted, soone forgotten 
 
 464 
 Straunge passion of a Lover, A 41 
 Supposes 187 
 
 To the same gentlewoman 51 
 Two gentlemen did run three courses 
 328 
 
 Ultimum vale to Amorous verse, His 
 34 
 
 504 
 
INDEX OF FIRST LINES OF POEMS 
 
 A hundreth sonnes (in course but 
 
 not in kind) 330 
 A Lady once did aske of me 340 
 A Lymone (but no Lemmane) Syr you 
 
 found 49 
 A Straunge conceyte, a vayne of 
 
 newe delight 354 
 Amid my Bale I bathe in blisse 41 
 At Beautyes barre as I dyd stande 38 
 
 Both deepe and dteadfull were the 
 Seas 460 
 
 Content thy selfe with patience per- 
 force 461 
 
 Desire of Fame would force my feeble 
 
 skill 336 
 Despysed Things may live, although 
 
 they pine in payne 89 
 Divorce me nowe good death, from 
 
 love and lingring life 42 
 
 From depth of doole wherein my 
 
 soule doth dwell 60 
 Fye Captaines fie, your tongues are 
 
 tyed to close 73 
 
 Give me my Lute in bed now as I 
 
 lie 338 
 Great be the greefes which bruze the 
 
 boldest brests 367 
 
 Howe long she lookt that lookt at 
 me of late 50 
 
 I cannot wish thy griefe, although 
 
 thou wofke my wooe 87 
 I cast mine eye and sawe ten eyes 
 
 at once 47 
 
 I grooped in thy pocket pretty peate 
 
 48 
 I lookt of late and sawe thee loke 
 
 askance 50 
 I smyle sometimes although my griefe 
 
 be great 39 
 I that my race of youthfull yeeres 
 
 had roon 93 
 If ever man yit found the Bath of 
 
 perfect blisse 501 
 If men may credite give, to true re- 
 ported fames 354 
 If what you want, you (wanton) had 
 
 at will 464 
 If yelding feare, or cancred villanie 
 
 62 
 In Court who so demaundes what 
 
 Dame doth most excell 52 
 In haste poste haste, when first my 
 
 wandring minde 66 
 
 Kinde Erato, and wanton Thalia 34 
 
 Lady receyve, receive in gracious wise 
 
 33 1 
 L'esctt d 1 amour, the shield of perfect 
 love 340 
 
 Mine owne good Bat, before thou 
 
 hoyse up saile 344 
 Much like the seely Byrd, which 
 
 close in Cage is pent 335 
 My recklesse race is runne, greene 
 
 youth and pride be past 70 
 My woorthy Lord, I pray you wonder 
 
 not 348 
 
 Not stately Troye though Priam yet 
 did live 331 
 
 505 
 
INDEX OF FIRST LINES OF POEMS 
 
 Now have I found the waie, to weepe 
 
 & wayle my fill 45 
 Now must I needes recant the 
 
 wordes which once I spoke 51 
 
 Of all the byrdes that I doe know 
 
 455 
 Of all the letters in the christs crosse 
 rowe 502 
 
 Receive you worthy Dame, this rude 
 & ragged verse 462 
 
 Sing lullaby, as women doe 44 
 
 That self same tonge which first did 
 
 thee entreat 92 
 The common speech is, spend and 
 
 God will send 64 
 The cruell hate which boyles within 
 
 thy burning brest 92 
 The deadly dropes of darke disdayne 
 
 458 
 The feeble thred which Lachesis hath 
 
 sponne 329 
 The figure of this world I can com- 
 pare 352 
 The hap which Paris had, as due for 
 
 his desert 54 
 The hatemll man that heapeth in his 
 
 mynde 327 
 The Partridge in the pretie Merlines 
 
 foote 332 
 The Skies gan scowle, orecast with 
 
 misty clowdes 59 
 The straightest Tree that growes upon 
 
 one onely roote 90 
 The thriftles thred which pampred 
 
 beauty spinnes 332 
 The vaine excesse of flattering for- 
 tunes giftes 63 
 These rustie walles whome cankred 
 
 yeares deface 53 
 
 This Apuleius was in Affricke borne 
 
 463 
 This tenth of March when Aries re- 
 
 ceyvd 333 
 This vaine availe which thou by Mars 
 
 hast woonne 328 
 Thou with thy lookes on whom I 
 
 loke full ofte 46 
 Thy byrth, thy beautie, nor thy brave 
 
 attyre 457 
 To binde a bushe of thornes amongst 
 
 sweete smelling floures 341 
 To make a Lover knowne, by plaine 
 
 Anatomie 37 
 To tell a tale without authoritye 96 
 To write of Warre and wote not what 
 
 it is 141 
 
 Were my hart set on hoygh as thine 
 
 is bent 49 
 What thing is that which swimmes 
 
 in blisse 48 
 What woder you my Lords? why 
 
 gaze you gentlemen? 75 
 When daunger keepes the doore, of 
 
 Ladye bewties bowre 88 
 When first I thee beheld in colours 
 
 black and white 337 
 When I record with in my musing 
 
 mind 94 
 When peerelesse Princes courtes were 
 
 free from flatterie 69 
 When stedfast friendship (bound by 
 
 holy othe) 501 
 When thou hast spent the lingring 
 
 day in pleasure and delight 58 
 When worthy Bradamant, had looked 
 
 long in vain 500 
 
 You must not wonder though you 
 
 thinke it straunge 51 
 You that have spent the silent night 
 
 55 
 
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