he Ah cosin dere Tybalt whereso thy restles sprite now be With stretched handes to thee for mercy now I crye For that before thy kindly howre I forced thee to dye But if with quenched lyfe not quenched be thine yre But with reuengeing lust as yet thy hart be set on fyre What more amendes or cruell wreke desyrest thou To see on me then this which here is shewd forth to thee now Who reft by force of armes from thee thy liuing breath The same with his owne hand thou seest doth poyson himselfe to death And for he caused thee in tombe too soone to lye Too soone also yonger then thou himselfe he layeth by These said when he gan feele the poysons force preuayle And little and little mastred lyfe for aye beganne to fayle Kneeling vpon his knees he said with voyce full lowe Lord Christ that so to raunsome me rescendedst long agoe Out of thy fathers bosome and in the virgins wombe Didst put on fleshe Oh let my plaint out of this hollow toombe Perce through the ayre and graunt my sute may fauour finde Take pity on my sinnefull and my poore afflicted mynde For well enough I know this body is but clay Nought but a masse of sinne to frayle and subiect to decay Then pressed with extreme greefe he threw with so great force His ouerpressed parts vpon his ladies wayled corps That now his wekened hart weakened with tormentes past Vnable to abyde this pang the sharpest and the last Remayned quite depriued of sense and kindly strength And so the long imprisond soule hath freedome wonne at length Ah cruell death too soone too soone was this deuorce Twixt youthfull Romeus heauenly sprite and his fayre earthy corse The fryer that knew what time the powder had been taken Knew eke the very instant when the sleper should awaken But wondring that he could no kind of aunswer heare Of letters which to Romeus his fellow fryer did beare Out of sainct Frauncis church hymselfe alone dyd fare And for the opening of the tombe meete instrumentes he bare Approching nigh the place and seeing there the lyght Great horror felt he in his hart by straunge and sodaine sight Tyll Peter Romeus man his coward hart made bolde When of his masters being there the certain newes he tolde There hath he been quoth he this halfe howre at the least And in this time I dare well say his plaint hath still increast Then both they entred in where they alas dyd fynde The bretheles corps of Romeus forsaken of the mynde Where they haue made such mone as they may best conceue That haue with perfect frendship loued whose frend feeres death dyd reue But whilst with piteous playnt they Romeus fate be wepe An howre too late fayre Iuliet awaked out of slepe And much amasde to see in tombe so great a light She wist not if she saw a dreame or sprite that walkd by night But cumming to her selfe she knew them and said thus What fryer Lawrence is it you where is my Romeus And then the auncient frier that greatly stoode in feare Lest if they lingred ouer long they should be taken theare In few plaine woordes the whole that was betyde he tolde And with his fingar shewd his corps out stretched stiffe and colde And then perswaded her with pacience to abyde This sodain great mischaunce and sayth that he will soone prouyde In somme religious house for her a quiet place Where she may spend the rest of lyfe and where in time percase She may with wisdomes meane measure her mourning brest And vnto her tormented soule call backe exiled rest But loe as soone as she had cast her ruthfull eye On Romeus face that pale and wan fast by her side dyd lye Straight way she dyd vnstop the conduites of her teares And out they gushe with cruell hand she tare her golden heares But when she neither could her swelling sorows wage Ne yet her tender hart abyde her sickenes furious rage Falne on his corps she lay long panting on his face And then with all her force and strength the ded corps dyd embrace As though with sighes with sobs with force and busy payne She would him rayse and hun restore from death to lyfe agayne A thousand times she kist his month as cold as stone And it vnkist agayne as oft then gan she thus to mone Ah pleasant prop of all my thoughtes ah onely ground Of all the sweete delightes that yet in all my lyfe I found Did such assured trust within thy hart repose That in this place and at this time this churchyarde thou hast chose Betwixt the armes of me thy perfect louing make And thus by meanes of me to ende thy lyfe and for my sake Euen in the flowring of thy youth when vnto thee Thy lyfe most deare as to the most and pleasant ought to be How could this tender corps withstand the cruell fight Of furious death that wonts to fray the steutest with his sight How could thy dainty youth agree with willing hart In this so fowle infected place to dwell where now thou art Where spitefull Fortune hath appaynted thee to be The dainty foode of greedy woormes vnworthy sure of thee Alas alas alas what neded now a new My wonted sorowes doubled twise agayne thus to renewe Which both the tyme and eke my pacient long abode Should now at length haue quenched quite and vnder foote haue trode Ah wretch and caytiue that I am euen when I thought To find my painefull passions salue I myst the thing I sought And to my mortall harme the fatall knyfe I grounde That gaue to me so deepe so wyde so cruell dedly wounde Ah thou most fortunate and most vnhappy tombe For thou shalt beare from age to age witnes in time to comme Of the most perfect leage betwixt a payre of louers That were the most vnfortunate and fortunate of others Receaue the latter sigh receaue the latter pang Of the most cruell of cruell slaues that wrath and death ay wrang And when our Iuliet would continue still her mone The fryer and the seruant fied and left her there alone For they a sodayne noyse fast by the place did heare And lest they might be taken there greatly they stoode in feare When Iuliet saw her selfe left in the vaulte alone That freely she might worke her will for let or stay was none Then once for all she tooke the cause of all her harmes The body dead of Romeus and claspd it in her armes Then she with earnest kisse sufficiently did proue That more then by the feare of death she was attaint by loue And then past deadly feare for lyfe ne had she care With hasty hand she did draw out the dagger that he ware O welcome death quoth she end of vnhappines That also art beginning of assured happines Feare not to darte me nowe thy stripe no longer stay Prolong no longer now my lyfe I hate this long delaye For straight my
last From whence thou art now falne that raysed vp agayne With greater ioy a greater while in pleasure mayst thou raygne Compare the present while with times ypast before And thinke that Fortune hath for thee great pleasure yet in store The whilst this little wrong receiue thou paciently And what of force must nedes be done that doe thou willingly Foly it is to feare that thou canst not auoyde And madnes to desire it much that can not be enioyde To geue to Fortune place not ay deserueth blame But skill it is according to the times thy selfe to frame Whilst to this skilfull lore he lent his listning eares His sighes are stopt and stopped are the conduits of his teares As blackest cloudes are chaced by winters nimble winde So haue his reasons chaced care out of his carefull mynde As of a morning fowle ensues an euening fayre So banisht hope returneth home to banish his despayre Now is affections veale remoued from his eyes He seeth the path that he must walke and reson makes him wise For very shame the blood doth flashe in both his cheekes He thankes the father for his lore and farther ayde he seekes He sayth that skilles youth for counsell is vnfitte And anger oft with hastines are ioind to want of witte But sound aduise aboundes in heddes with horishe heares For wisdom is by practise wonne and perfect made by yeares But aye from this time forth his ready bending will Shalbe in awe and gouerned by fryer Lawrence skill The gouernor is nowe right carefull of his charge To whom he doth wisely discoorse of his affaires at large He telles him how he shall depart the towne vnknowne Both mindfull of his frendes safetie and carefull of his owne How he shall gyde him selfe how he shall seeke to winne The frendship of the better sort how warely to crepe in The fauour of the Mantuan prince and how he may Appease the wrath of Escalus and wipe the fault away The choller of his foes by gentle meanes tasswage Or els by force and practises to bridle quite theyr rage And last he chargeth him at his appointed howre To goe with manly mery cheere vnto his ladies bowre And there with hole some woordes to salue her sorowes smart And to reuiue if nede require her faint and dying hart The old mans woords haue fild with ioy our Romeus brest And eke the olde wiues talke hath set our Iuliets hart at rest Whereto may I compare O louers this your day Like dayes the painefull mariners are woonted to assay For beat with tempest great when they at length espye Some little beame of Phoebus light that perceth through the skie To cleare the shadowde earth by clearenes of his face They hope that dreadles they shall ronne the remnant of their race Yea they assure them selfe and quite behynd theyr backe They cast all doute and thanke the Gods for scraping of the wracke But straight the boysterous windes with greater fury blowe And ouer boord the broken mast the stormy blastes doe throwe The heauens large are clad with cloudes as darke as hell And twise as hye the striuing waues begin to roare and swell With greater daungers dred the men are vexed more In greater perill of their lyfe then they had been before The golden sonne was gonne to lodge him in the west The full moone eke in yonder South had sent most men to rest When restles Romeus and restles Iuliet In woonted sort by woonted meane in Iuliets chaumber met And from the windowes top downe had he leaped scarce When she with armes outstretched wide so hard did him embrace That welnigh had the sprite not forced by dedly force Flowne vnto death before the time abandoning the corce Thus muet stoode they both the eight part of an howre And both would speake but neither had of speaking any powre But on his brest her hed doth ioylesse Iuliet lay And on her slender necke his chyn doth ruthfull Romeus stay Their scalding sighes ascende and by their cheekes dowue fall Their trickling teares as christall cleare but bitterer farre then gall Then he to end the greefe which both they liued in Did kysse his loue and wisely thus hys tale he dyd begin My Iuliet my loue my onely hope and care To you I purpose not as now with length of woords declare The diuersenes and eke the accidents so straunge Of frayle vnconstant Fortune that delyteth still in chaunge Who in a moment heaues her frendes vp to the height Of her swift turning slippery wheele then fleetes her frendship straight O wondrous chaunge euen with the twinkling of an eye Whom erst her selfe had rashly set in pleasant place so hye The same in great despyte downe hedlong doth she throwe And while she treades and spurneth at the lofty state laid lowe More sorow doth she shape within an howers space Then pleasure in an hundred yeres so geyson is her grace The proofe wherof in me alas too plaine apperes Whom tenderly my carefull frendes haue fostered with my feers In prosperous high degree mayntayned so by fate That as your selfe did see my foes enuyde my noble state One thing there was I did aboue the rest desire To which as to the soueraigne good by hope I would aspyre Thol by our mariage meane we might within a while To woorke our perfect happines our parentes reconsile That safely so we might not stopt by sturdy strife Vnto the boundes that God hath set gyde forth our pleasant lyfe But now alacke too soone my blisse is ouerblowne And vpside downe my purpose and my enterprise are throwne And driuen from my frendes of straungers must I craue O graunt it God from daungers dread that I may suertie haue For loe henceforth I must wander in landes vnknowne So hard I finde the princes doome exyled from mine owne Which thing I haue thought good to set before your eyes And to exhort you now to proue your selfe a woman wise That paciently you beare my absent long abod For what aboue by fatall doomes decreed is that God And more then this to say it seemed he was bent But Iuliet in dedly greefe with brackish teares besprent Brake of his tale begonne and whilst his speche he stayde These selfe same wordes or like to these with dreery chere she sayde Why Romeus can it be thou hast so hard a hart So farre remoued from ruth so farre from thinking on my smart To leaue me thus alone thou cause of my distresse Beseged with so great a campe of mortall wretchednesse That euery hower now and moment in a day A thousand times death bragges as he would reaue my life away Yet such is my mishap O cruell destenye That still I liue and wish for death but yet can neuer dye So that iust cause I haue to thinke as seemeth me That froward Fortune did of late with cruell death agree To lengthen lothed life to pleasure in my payne And tryumph in my harme as in the greatest hoped
the hurt you feele And with this new vprore confounde all this our common wele But they so busy are in fight so egar and feerce That through theyr eares his sage aduise no leysure had to pearce Then lept he in the throng to part and barre the blowes As well of those that were his frendes as of his dedly foes As soone as Tybalt had our Romeus espyde He threw a thrust at him that would haue past from side to side But Romeus euer went douting his foes well armde So that the swerd kept out by mayle hath nothing Romeus harmde Thou doest me wrong quoth he for I but part the fraye Not dread but other waighty cause my hasty hand doth stay Thou art the cheefe of thine the noblest eke thou art Wherfore leaue of thy malice now and helpe these folke to parte Many are hurt some slayne and some are like to dye No coward traytor boy ê™ he straight way I mynd to trye Whether thy sugred talke and tong so smootely fylde Against the force of this my swerd shall serue thee for a shylde And then at Romeus hed a blow he strake so hard That might haue cloue him to the brayne but for his cunning ward It was but lent to him that could repay agayne And geue him death for interest a well forborne gayne Right as a forest bore that lodged in the thicke Pinched with dog or els with speare ypricked to the quicke His bristles stiffe vpright vpon his backe doth set And in his fomy mouth his sharp and crooked tuskes doth whet Or as a Lyon wylde that rampeth in his rage His whelpes bereft whose fury can no weaker beast asswage Such seemed Romeus in euery others sight When he him shope of wrong receaude tauenge himselfe by fight Euen as two thunderboltes throwne downe out of the skye That through the ayre the massy earth and seas haue power to flye So met these two and while they chaunge a blowe or twayne Our Romeus thrust him through the throte and so is Tybalt slayne Loe here the ende of those that styrre a dedly stryfe Who thyrsteth after others death himselfe hath lost his life The Capilets are quaylde by Tybalts ouerthrowe The courage of the Mountagewes by Romeus sight doth growe The townes men waren strong the prince doth send his force The fray hath end the Capilets do bring the brethles corce Before the prince and craue that cruell dedly payne May be the guerdon of his falt that hath their kinsman slaine The Montagewes do pleade theyr Romeus voyde of falt The lookers on do say the fight begonne was by Tybalt The prince doth pawse and then geues sentence in a while That Romeus for sleying him should gone into exyle His foes would haue him hangde or sterue in prison strong His frendes do think but dare not say that Romeus hath wrong Both housholds straight are charged on payne of losing lyfe Theyr bloudy weapons layd aside to cease the styrred stryfe This common plage is spred through all the towne anon From side to syde the towne is fild with murmour and with mone For Tybalts hasty death bewayled was of somme Both for his skill in frates of armes and for in time to comme He should had this not chaunced been riche and of great powre To helpe his frendes and serue the state which hope within an howre Was wasted quite and he thus yelding vp his breath More then he holpe the towne in lyfe hath harmde it by his death And other somme bewayle but ladies most of all The lookeles lot by Fortunes gylt that is so late befall Without his falt vnto the seely Romeus For whilst that he from natife land shall liue exyled thus From heauenly bewties light and his welshaped parts The sight of which was wont faire dames to glad your youthfull harts Shall you be banishd quite and tyll he do retoorne What hope haue you to ioy what hope to cease to moorne This Romeus was borne so much in heauens grace Of Fortune and of nature so beloued that in his face Beside the heauenly bewty glistring ay so bright And seemely grace that wontes so to glad the seers sight A certain charme was graued by natures secret arte That vertue had to draw to it the loue of many a hart So euery one doth wish to beare a part of payne That he released of exyle might straight retorne agayne But how doth moorne emong the moorners Iuliet How doth she bathe her brest in teares what depe sighes doth she fet How doth she tear her heare her weede how doth she rent How fares the louer hearing of her louers banishment How wayles she Libalts death whom she had loued so well Her hearty greefe and piteous plaint cunning I want to tell For deluing depely now in depth of depe dispayre With wretched sorowes cruell sound she fils the empty ayre And to the lowest hell downe falles her heauy crye And vp vnto the heauens haight her piteous plaint doth flye The waters and the woods of sighes and sobs resounde And from the hard resounding rockes her sorowes do rebounde Eke from her teary eyne downe rayned many a showre That in the garden where she walkd might water herbe and flowre But when at length she saw her selfe outraged so Vnto her chaumber straight she hide there ouercharged with wo. Vpon her stately bed her painfull parts she threw And in so wondrous wise began her sorowes to renewe That sure no hart so hard but it of flint had byn But would haue rude the pitious plaint that she did languishe in Then rapt out of her selfe whilst she on euery side Did cast her restles eye at length the windowe she espide Through which she had with ioy seene Romeus many a time Which oft the ventrous knight was wont For Iuliets sake to clyme She cryde O cursed windowe a curst be euery pane Through which alas to one I raught the cause of life and bane If by thy meane I haue some slight delight receaued Or els such fading pleasure as by Fortune straight was reaued Hast thou not made me pay a tribute rigorous Of heaped greefe and lasting care and sorowes dolorous That these my tender partes which nedefull strength do lacke To beare so great vnweldy lode vpon so weake a backe Opprest with waight of cares and with these sorowes rife At length must open wide to death the gates of lothed lyfe That so my wery sprite may somme where els vnlode His dedly lode and free from thrall may seeke els where abrode For pleasant quiet ease and for assured rest Which I as yet could neuer finde but for my more vnrest O Romeus when first we both acquainted were When to thy paynted promises I lent my listning eare Which to the brinkes you fild with many a solemne othe And I them iudgde empty of gyle and fraughted full of troth I thought you rather would continue our good will And seeke tappease our fathers strife which daily
groweth still I little wend you would haue sought occasion how By such an heynous act to breake the peace and eke your vowe Wherby your bright renoune all whole yelipsed is And I vnhappy husbandles of cumfort robde and blisse But if you did so much the blood of Capels thyrst Why haue you often spared mine myne might haue quencht it first Since that so many times and in so secret place Where you were wont with vele of loue to hyde your hatreds face My doutfull lyfe hath hapt by fatall dome to stand In mercy of your cruell hart and of your bloudy hand What seemd the conquest which you got of me so small What seemd it not enough that I poore wretch was made your thrall But that you must increase it with that kinsmans blood Which for his woorth and loue to me most in my fauour stood Well goe hencefoorth els where and seeke another whyle Some other as vnhappy as I by flattry to begyle And where I comme see that you shonne to shew your face For your excuse within my hart shall finde no resting place And I that now too late my former fault repent Will so the rest of wery life with many teares lament That soone my ioyceles corps shall yeld vp banishd breath And where on earth it restles liued in earth seeke rest by death These sayde her tender hart by payne oppressed sore Restraynd her teares and forced her tong to keepe her talke in store And then as still she was as if in sownd she lay And then agayne wroth with her selfe with feble voyce gan say Ah cruell murthering tong murthrer of others fame How durst thou once attempt to tooch the honor of his name Whose dedly foes doe yelde him dewe and earned prayse For though his fredome be bereft his honor not decayes Why blamst thou Romeus for sleying of Tybalt Since he is gyltles guite of all and Tybalt beares the falt Whether shall he alas poore banishd man now flye What place of succor shall he seeke beneth the starry skye Synce she pursueth him and him defames by wrong That in distres should be his fort and onely rampier strong Receiue the recompence O Romeus of thy wife Who for she was vnkind her selfe doth offer vp her lyfe In flames of yre in sighes in sorow and in ruth So to reuenge the crime she did commit against thy truth These said she could no more her senses all gan fayle And dedly panges began straight way her tender hart assayle Her limmes she stretched forth she drew no more her breath Who had been there might well haue seene the signes of present death The nurce that knew no cause why she absented her Did doute lest that some sodain greefe too much tormented her Eche where but where she was the carefull Beldam sought Last of the chamber where she lay she haply her bethought Where she with piteous eye her nurce childe did beholde Her limmes stretched out her vtward parts as any marble colde The nurce supposde that she had payde to death her det And then as she had lost her wittes she cryed to Iuliet Ah my dere hart quoth she how greeueth me thy death Alas what cause hast thou thus soone to yelde vp liuing breath But while she handled her and chafed euery part She knew there was some sparke of life by beating of her hart So that a thousand times she cald vpon her name There is no way to helpe a traunce but she hath tryde the same She openeth wide her mouth she stoppeth close her nose She bendeth downe her brest she wringes her fingers and her toes And on her bosome colde she layeth clothes hot A warmed and a holesome iuyce she powreth downe her throte At length doth Iuliet heaue fayntly vp her eyes And then she stretcheth forth her arme and then her nurce she spyes But when she was awakde from her vnkindly traunce Why dost thou trouble me quoth she what draue thee with mischaunce To come to see my sprite forsake my brethles corce Goe hence and let me dye if thou haue on my smart remorse For who would see her frend to liue in dedly payne Alas I see my greefe begoone for euer will remayne Or who would seeke to liue all pleasure being past My myrth is donne my moorning mone for ay is like to last Wherfore since that there is none other remedy Comme gentle death and ryue my hart at once and let my dye The nurce with tricling teares to witnes inward smart With helow sigh fetchd from the depth of her appauled hart Thus spake to Iuliet yelad with eugly care Good lady myne I do not know what makes you thus to fare Ne yet the cause of your vnmeasurde heauines But of this one I you assure for care and sorowes stresse This hower large and more I thought so god me saue That my dead corps should wayte on yours to your vntimely graue Alas my tender nurce and trusty frend quoth she Art thou so blinde that with thine eye thou canst not easely see The lawfull cause I haue to sorow and to moorne Since those the which I hyld most deere I haue at once forlorne Her nurce then aunswerd thus Me thinkes it sits you yll To fall in these extremities that may you gyltles spill For when the stormes of care and troubles do aryse Then is the time for men to know the foolish from the wise You are accounted wise a foole am I your nurce But I see not how in like case I could be haue me wurse Tibalt your frend is ded what weene you by your teares To call him backe againe thinke you that he your crying heares You shall perceue the falt if it be iustly tryde Of his so sodayn death was in his rashnes and his pryde Would you that Romeus him selfe had wronged so To suffer himselfe causeles to be outraged of his foe To whom in no respect he ought a place to geue Let it suffise to thee fayre dame that Romeus doth liue And that there is good hope that he within a while With greater glory shalbe calde home from his hard exile How wel yborne he is thy selfe I know canst tell By kindred strong and well alyed of all beloued well With patience arme thy selfe for though that Fortunes cryme Without your falt to both your greefes depart you for a time I dare say for amendes of all your present payne She will restore your owne to you within a month or twayne With such contented ease as neuer erst you had Wherfore reioyce a while in hope and be ne more so sad And that I may discharge your hart of heauy care A certaine way I haue found out my paynes ne will I spare To learne his present state and what in time to comme He mindes to doe which knowne by me you shall know all and somme But that I dread the whilst your sorowes will you quell Straight would I hye where he doth lurke
gayne And thou the instrument of Fortunes cruell will Without whose ayde she can no way her tyrans lust fulfill Art not a whit ashamde as farre as I can see To cast me of when thou hast culd the better part of me Wherby alas to soone I seely wretch do proue That all the auncient sacred lawes of frendship and of loue Are quelde and quenched quite since he on whom alway My cheefe hope and my steady trust was wonted still to stay For whom I am becomme vnto my selfe a foe Disdayneth me his stedfast frend and scornes my frendship so Nay Romeus nay thou mayst of two thinges choose the one Either to see thy castaway as soone as thou art gone Hedlong to throw her selfe downe from the windowes haight And so to breake her siender necke with all the bodies waight Or suffer her to be companion of thy payne Where so thou goe Fortune thee gyde till thou retoorne agayne So wholy into thine transformed is my hart That euen as oft as I do thinke that thou and I shall part So oft me thinkes my life withdrawes it selfe awaye Which I retayne to no end els but to the end I may In spite of all thy foes thy present partes enioye And in distres to beare with thee the halfe of thine annoye Wherfore in humble sort Romeus I make request If euer tender pity yet were lodgde in gentle brest O let it now haue place to rest within thy hart Receaue me as thy seruant and the fellow of thy smart Thy absence is my death thy sight shall geue me life But if perhaps thou stand in dred to leade me as a wyfe Art thou all counsellesse canst thou no shift deuise What letteth but in other weede I may my selfe disguyse What shall I he the first hath none done so ere this To scape the bondage of theyr frendes thy selfe can aunswer yes Or dost thou stand in doute that I thy wife ne can By seruice pleasure thee as much as may thy hyred man Or is my loyalte of both accompted lesse Perhaps thou fearst lest I for gayne forsake thee in distresse What hath my bewty now no powre at all on you Whose brightnes force and praise somtime vp to the skyes you blew My teares my frendship and my pleasures donne of olde Shall they be quite forgote in dede when Romeus dyd behold The wildnes of her looke her cooler pale and ded The woorst of all that might betyde to her he gan to dred And once agayne he dyd in armes his Iuliet take And kist her with a louing kysse And thus to her he spake Ah Iuliet quoth he the mistres of my hart For whom euen now thy seruant doth abyde in dedly smart Euen for the happy dayes which thou desyrest to see And for the feruent frendships sake that thou dost owe to me At once these fansies vayne out of thy mynd roote out Except perhaps vnto thy blame thou fondly go about To hasten forth my death and to thine owne to ronne Which Natures law and wisdoms lore teache euery wight to shonne For but thou chaunge thy mynde I do foretell the ende Thou shalt vndoo thy selfe for ay and me thy trusty frende For why thy absence knowne thy father wilbe wroth And in his rage so narowly he will pursue vs both That we shall trye in vayne to scape away by flight And vainely seeke a loorking place to hyde vs from his sight Then we found out and caught quite voyde of strong defence Shall cruelly be punished for thy departure hence I as a rauishor thou as a careles childe I as a man who doth defile thou as a mayde defilde Thinking to leade in ease a long contented life Shall short our dayes by shamefull death but if my louing wife Thou banish from thy mynde two foes that counsell hath That wont to hinder sound aduise rashe hastines and wrath If thou be bend to bay the lore of reasons skill And wisely by her princely powre suppresse rebelling will If thou our safetie seeke more then thine owne delight Since suerty standes in parting and thy pleasures growe of sight For heare the cause of ioy and suffer for a while So shall I safely liue abrode and safe torne from exile So shall no slaunders blot thy spotles life destayne So shall thy kinsmen be vnstyrd and I exempt from payne And thinke thou not that aye the cause of care shall last These stormy broyles shall ouerblow much like a winters blast For Fortune chaungeth more then fickel fantasie In nothing Fortune constant is saue in vnconstancie Her hasty ronning wheele is of a restles coorse That turnes the clymers hedlong downe from better to the woorse And those that are beneth she heaueth vp agayne So we shall rise to pleasures mount out of the pit of payne Ere fowre monthes ouerpasse such order will I take And by my letters and my frendes such meanes I mynd to make That of my wandring race ended shalbe the royle And I cald home with honor great vnto my natiue soyle But if I be condemd to wander still in thrall I will returne to you mine owne befall what may befall And then by strength of frendes and with a mighty hand From Verone will I cary thee into a forein lande Not in mans weede disguisd or as one scarcely knowne But as my wife and onely feere in garment of thyne owne Wherfore represse at once the passions of thy hart And where there is no cause of greefe cause hope to heale thy smart For of this one thing thou mayst well assured bee That nothing els but onely death shall sunder me from thee The reasons that he made did seeme of so great waight And had with her such force that she to him gan aunswer straight Deere syr nought els wish I but to obay your will But sure where so you go your hart with me shall tary still As signe and certaine pledge tyll here I shall you see Of all the powre that ouer you your selfe did graunt to me And in hip stead take myne the gage of my good will One promesse craue I at your hand that graunt me to fulfill Fayle not to let me haue at fryer Lawrence hand The tydinges of your health and how your doutfull case shall stand And all the wery while that you shall spend abrode Cause me from time to time to knowe the place of your abode His eyes did gushe out teares a sigh brake from his brest When he did graunt and with an othe did vowe to kepe the hest Thus these two louers passe away the wery night In payne and plaint not as they wont in pleasure and delight But now somewhat too soone in farthest East arose Fayre Lucifer the golden starre that Lady Venus chose Whose course appoynted is with spedy race to ronne A messenger of dawning daye and of the rysing sonne Then freshe Aurora with her paie and siluer glade Did clear the skyes and from the earth had chased ougly