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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A11237	Certaine worthye manuscript poems of great antiquitie reserued long in the studie of a Northfolke gentleman. And now first published by I.S. 1 The statly tragedy of Guistard and Sismond. 2 The northren mothers blessing. 3 The way to thrifte	Hall, Joseph, 1574-1656.; Stow, John, 1525?-1605.; Boccaccio, Giovanni, 1313-1375. Decamerone. First tale of the fourth day.	1597 (1597)	STC 21499; ESTC S103713	21,082	80

CERTAINE WORTHYE MANVscript Poems of great Antiquitie Reserued long in the Studie of a Northfolke Gentleman And now first published By J. S. 1 The statly tragedy of Guistard and Sismond 2 The Northren Mothers Blessing 3 The way to Thrifte DEVS IMPERAT ASTRIS Imprinted at London for R. D. 1597. To the worthiest Poet Maister Ed. Spenser THE STATELIE Tragedie of Guistard and Sismond in two Bookes The first Booke TANCREDE the noble Prince of Salurne Flowre of Knighthood and myrrour of prowesse The which long time his people did gouerne Wittilie by benignitie and gentlenesse Iche man reioyced of his great noblesse Discreete in all thing that was iudiciall And euermore Prince-like in things imperiall His law he kept iustly through his Prouince Rigorous to vice yet bounteous to all And mercifull al 's as euer was any Prince And shortly as my Doctor makis rehearsall His fame had neuer spot in all his gouernall Til hasty cruelnesse procured in greate yre The fatall death of tweyne that loue had set on fyre A wife he toke which come of blood Royall But of what prince or yet of what linage What was her name or what men did her call Nought sayes mine Author But of high parage Men may well know that thus in marryage Was ioyned with so high a Prince as was Tancrede Therefore I passe ouer take there of none heed This noble Prince Tancrede had neuer issue In time of all his life to be his heire Saue only a doughter whome Nature vertue Excellently indued so was shee good and fayre But ôcruel destiny that mirth does oft appeyre And after great gladnes maketh men to morne Better had Tancrede bene that childe had neuer be borne But all that was full ferre fro his minde He red not in the booke of her Destinye Her fatall chaunce was to him derke and blinde Let all this passe This childe was put to noiye Daily she increased in fauour and beauté So that when her nonage passed and her youth Her noble fame beautè was in ich mans mouth If I should discriue this beauteous creature Nature had her specially in remembrance For she was wel fetured seemly of stature Her chere was ruddy according to pleasaunce Aspere it was to louers her goodly countenance Her beautie not made be signement ne other gere But of her kinde as Nature gaue to her She excellid in beauté Vlixes Ladie fayre Penelope of Greece and eke fayre Helene Hypolita also and Emely her sister Might not compare with her nor Polixyne Instedfast loue she passed Dido the Queene Faithfull and true without daungerous disdaine Curteys and deboneyre she was not sullein As for to speake of her pregnant wit Her perfite minde and her intelligence No thing was so heard but she conceiued it In ferre sottell casting she had experience What should I say more but shortly in sentence She knew more happily than was expedient Vnto any woman or ellis conuenient Like as the vnhappie fader ofyssue had no more But this child onely so loued he her truely His heart his mind his loue was set on her so sore That if she were absēt him thought he shuld die So that in his minde he is determind vtterly Euer to keepe his daughter with him in his sight And neuer to graunt her in marriage to no wight Tho Princys royall to whome of high fauour Fortune had grauntit great inheritance Desyren this feyre Lady to their Paramour Euer to be true withouten variance And so by matrimony to make Aliance But tho Cupid hit them with his firie dart Yet nolde her fader suffer her to depart So shortly for to tell this maide fro her desire Was also needly compellit to abstaine Tho lustie youth and corage brent her as fyre Yet mought she neuer pleasure of her loue attaine But euer contemned still liuing in paine Till many of her lustie yeris were agoo Her owne cruell fader did her all this woo It fortund in a time I wot not in what wise Wheder that her fader had compassion Vpon her great woe or ellis for som promise Of good riches or of possession But shortly to Champayn the Dukes sonne He graunted his doughter to haue in marriage A man of blood royall and of high parage It needith not rehers the rich Apparell Of those two louers the day of their wedding Or to my purpose what may hit auaile To tell of the curious feest and the guyding All this I passe ouer and make notarying I speke not of the myrth melody that was there But for a conclusion thus wedded they were Of sorrowfull morning now is the clowdie night By the fyre of loue driuen farre away The feruēt sun of plesance shineth now fulbright His fresh lustie beames hath turned night to day Now may she dāce sing now hath she lust to play For euer after mourning the mirth is the sweter And after great sorrow the ioy shal be the greater But as lustie Phoebus with his fierie beames When his golden Carrehath raught into the west Anon he withdrawes his hote brenning streames And then aperith Phoebe out of her cloudynest Then comes the night when al men drawn to rest Vntill on the morrow that Lucifer appeare Called the Day-starre the daies messengere Right so the feruent Sun of her lusty pleasance Was wrapped with weeping of the cloudy raine For within little space of continuance After their wedding Death parted hem tweyne I wot not by what meane her Lord her soueraine By sicknesse or by battell I can no knowlech haue But shortly this Duke-is son is dede in his graue Alas departure ground of all heauinesse Causing the darke night of cloudie diuorse O cruell Death I meane destruction of gladnesse Disdaining the pleasure of this wofull corse Why would thou thus with thy malicious force Eclipse the cleerenesse of this her ioyfull day Bringing forth the night and care and wele-away Falsly thou robbest her of her harts pleasure Taking from her him that she loued best Alas thou art the common theefe of Nature That hast take from her all ease and herts rest Wold God on thee she mought call a Quest Of Louers and then for all thine art Thou shouldyst be do to death with thin owne dart What needith it to speake of thine Enuy When this woful woman shal neuer be the better For that hath be the cause of all her Malady If it be rehersed it makys her wo the greater Wherefore my pen shall write therof no letter But thus this woman wepith can none otherrede It helpeth her nothing for her make is dede How shall she now be ruled shee takis her councell Deuoide of comfort for her lacks her guide Anon she hath cōclud within her mind right well At home with her fader she thinkith to abide And there to leaue her sorrow if it would betide Whereas all her penance first of all was take So wedow to her fader she comith in