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A14024	Tragicall tales translated by Turberuile in time of his troubles out of sundrie Italians, with the argument and lenuoye to eche tale	Turberville, George, 1540?-1610?; Boccaccio, Giovanni, 1313-1375. Decamerone.; Mexía, Pedro, 1496?-1552? Silva de varia lección.; Roseo, Mambrino, 16th cent.	1587 (1587)	STC 24330; ESTC S111446	131,572	403

should gee But whē this youth had once atchiude the state He scornde the Queene al her friends forgate Puft vp with princely pride he wore the crown And lawlesse liude so neare his brothers trade As needefull was to seeke to put him downe And thereupon the Queene this practise made She hirde for coyne a noble man at armes To slay her sonne to salue her countries harmes This warlike Captaine came from Libie lande Who tooke by force this tyrant coward king And gaue him vp into his mothers hande A Noble dame that compast twice to bring Her realme to reste and rigour to subdewe Lo here the summe the processe doth ensewe VVIthin Cyrene earst there dwelling was a Dame Namde Aretafila of birthe and noble bloud she came Elator was her Syre a man of great renowme Sir Faedimus her husband hight the chiefe in all the towne For noble minde and wealth this Ladie was so well With bewtie dighte as she the reste not onely did excell For feature of her face that was full fayre to looke But eke for graue Mineruas giftes and cunning in her booke Her sacred giftes were great her wisdome was as rare As was her face for fewe with her in learning might compare What time this Ladie liude a tyrant fierce and fell Nicocrates possest the lande where did this matron dwell Who many of the men that in the Citie were Did do to fowle and shamefull death he kept them all in seare In colour of the dead who cause he did not trust The bearers with his naked sworde the bodies vsde to thrust Through coffin where they lay to make the matter sure This great outrage of his the Queine no longer coulde endure But verie much mislikte these Tyrants trickes and had Compassion of her natiue soyle and woulde béen very glad With hazard of her life to rid this monster quight For hatred which shée hare to him that murthred so the knight Whom shée full dearely loude and albeit the king Made very great account of her yet did shée minde the thing Which shée concerude before and purposde in her breast And till shee had atchieude the same could neuer liue at rest And though the Prince his power this dayly greater grewe Had bred the Subiects to dispayre their fréedome to reuewe Or euer safe to liue within their natiue land VVhere such a cruell king did holde the scepter in his hand Yet did this noble dame conceiue a greater trust To finde a time to worke her feate which eyther doe shée must And so at fréedome set her countrie men againe And venge her louing husbands death or let them all be slaine As hée good knight had béene To pricke her on the more Shée cald to minde the practise of a Theban dame before That wise Faeraea hight for doing of the which The valiant women wan renowme and was commended much VVhom shée had great desire to follow in this déede But when shée saw for lack of aide and helping hands at ueed VVhich the the Theban had shée could not doe the léeke Shée meant to doe it with a thing that was not farre to séeke Deuising by a driuke to rid the Tyrants life Who siue her busband by deceite and forst her to his wife A poyson she preparde whereby as I shall tell In present perill of her life this ventrous Ladie fell For still her purpose failde and being in the end Discouered and the matter found which shée did then pretende Dissembling could not serue to salue the sore againe For what good heart she bare the king did then appeare too plaine The Tyrants mother eke that Madame Caluia hight Not louing Aretafila a dame of great despight Full fit to bréede a babe of such a blooddie minde For children commonly are like vnto the mothers kinde Perswaded that to death this Ladie should be done As one that did pretend the spoyle and slaughter of her sonne But what the great good will to her the Prince did beare And answere bold that shée had made with vsage voyde of feare Before the mother Quéene who there in open place Accusde her of her murther ment there standing face to face Did quit her from the death But when the proofe was such And euidence so plaine appearde so that shée mought not much Excuse her of the fact but that the poysoned cup Was made by her and meant vnto the king to drinke it vp There Aretafila before the Iudges face In presence of the Prince her spouse did thus declare the case My Soueraigne Lord and Loue I cannot doe no lesse But that this cup I did procure before thée now confesse My selfe the syrrope made and meant to giue it thee But this I will protest againe not knowing it to be A venim rancke and vile but verily did thinke By cunning to deuise this cup and make a craftie drinke To cause a man to loue for knowe you this that I Am spited at of sundrie that my marriage doe enuie It gréeues a number that you beare me such good will It is a gall to some to see that I shoulde haue my fill Of treasure and attyre and be a Prince his wife And they themselues to liue vnknowne and lead a priuate life I knowe they cannot well my haphy state endure But that they will at length deuise your friendship to allure And cause you cast me off which was the cause that I Did brewe this drinke to kéepe good wil. I thought it good to trye By art to stay a friend whom I by fortune wonnes And if so be I did offend you cannot deeme it donne For malice but good will for hatred but for zeale VVhy should I then condemned be that neuer meant to deale But as a louing wife And if your pleasure be I shall bée punisht for my fault yet doeaccount of me Not as a witch that woulde bereaue you of your life But one that by enchauntment thought to make your Loue your wife And match her in good will that doth extréemely loue And who to be belovde alike dyd meane this sleight to proue VVhen thus the Matron had with manly mouth and grace Ypleaded for her selfe the Prince to whom pertaind the case VVell liking this excuse woulde not in any wise That shée who was his wife shoulde die but this he did deuise That there shée should be rackt till time shée would confesse The truth and what shée meant thereby in open place expresse When torment readie was and rack there set in place Then cankred Caluia plaide her part and laid her on a pace Vntill shée wearie woxe shée longed for her blood Which made her earnest in the case and plague the Quéene a good But Aretafila as one that forced nought Of all the paines shée had indurde discouered not her thought She nothing would confesse but kept it in her minde And hereupon deliuerde was Nicocrates could finde No due desart of death Then grew within his breast A great remorse for rigour showne

that see how this beast did runne A wicked race and woxe his mothers foe Note how the heauens made leuell yet at last And plagude by d●ath his blooddy dealings past Aut sero Aut citius The argument to the third Historie GEntile loude one Nicoluccios wise Faire Catiline a matrone graue and wife Whom to corrupte sith he might not deuise He parted thence to leade a grauer life For she was bent to scorne such masking mates As houerd still about her husbands gates Within a while this Nicoluccio His Ladie great with childe was forst to ride In haste from home and leaue her there as guide Whome sodayne griefe assaylde by fortune so As Phisicke friends and all that sawe the chance Did yelde her dead she lay in such a traunce The senslesse corse was to the Church cōueide And buried there with many a weeping eye The brute was blowne abrode both farre nye Reporte once spread is hardly to be stayde Gentile hearing how the matter went His Ladies losse did bitterly lament At length when teares had well dischargde his woe And sorrowe slakte a friend of his and hee Tooke horse rode by night that none might see Whether they ment or wherabout to goe To Church he came dismounted from his horse He entred in and vp he tooke the corse With full intent to dallie with the dead Which he in life by suite could neuer winne He colde he kist he handled cheeke and chinne He left no limme vnfelte from heele to ehad So long he staide at last the infant steerd Within her wombe whereby some life appeerde By fellowes helpe he bore the body thence Home to his aged mother where she dwelt Who moude to ruthe with her so frendly delt As to reuiue her sparde for expence She could not vse her owne with greater care So choyse her cheere so daintie was hir fare VVhen time was come for nature to vnfolde Her coferd ware this dame was brought a bed And by Gentiles meanes had happily sped And he forthwith a solemne feast did holde VVhere to the husband both the wife and boy S●rrendred were to his exceeding ioye BOlogna is a towne of Lumbardie you know A citie very brauely builte and much set out to shewe Where as in auncient dayes a famous knight there dwelde Who for good giftes and linage both all others farre excelde A man commended much Gentile was his name This worthy gallant fell in loue by fortune with a dame That Catilina hight one Nicoluccios wyfe A passing faire and featurde wenche and ledde an honest life And loude her husband so as she did little waye The frendship of enamored youthes nor ought that they could say This Gentleman that sawe the Ladies faithfull breast And how he might by no deuice to him her fansie wrest Nor enter in her grace whom he did loue so well Nor by good seruice gaine good will to déepe despaire he fell And hereupon vnto Modena he retyrde And bore an office in the towne as one there to desyrde It fortunde on a time when Nicoluccio rode From home as touching his affaires and that his wife abode A thrée myles off the towne where he had buylte a graunge To make her mery with her friendes and eke the ayre to chaunge Then being great with childe not many wéekes to goe This Lady had a great mishap as here my pen shall showe A griefe I wote not what with such a sodayne force And monstrous might befell the dame and conquerde sore her corse As in the Ladies limmes no sparke of life appéerde And more than that an other thing there was that most discheerde Her kinsfolkes then in place for such as had good sight And skill in Physike déemde her dead and gaue her ouer quight And thereupon her friends that wiste howe matters went By her report in time of life and howe that she had spent Not full so many monthes as giue a babée breath And make it vp a perfect childe when once they sawe her death Not making farther searche in case as there she laye Vnto a Church not farre from thence the carkasse did conuay And gaue it there a graue as Ladies vse to lye The bodie being buried thus a friende of his did hye Him to Gentile straight to tell him of the newes Who though was fardest frō her grace yet could none other chuse But sorrowe at her death When greatest gréefe was past And that he had be thought awhile thus out he brake at last Loe Lady lo quoth he nowe art thou dead in graue Nowe Madame Catilina I who during life could haue Not one good frendly looke nor sweete regarding eye VVill be so bolde to steale a kisse as you in coffin lie Nowe booteth do defence you cannot now resist VVherefore assure thée Lady nowe thou shalt be sweetely kist Howe dead soeuer thou arte nowe will I take delight And ●●uing tolde his tale the day withdrewe and made it night Then taking order howe he mought that none might sée Dispatche and goe vnto the place his trustie freud and hee Vpon their geldings mounte and neuer made a staye Vntill they came vnto the Church where dead the Ladie laye Where being lighted off their horses in they goe And vp they brake the coffyn straight and he that loude her so Laye by the Ladies side and clapte his face to hers And lent her many a louing kisse and bathde her breast with teares Lamenting very sore But as we daily sée The lust of man not long content doth euer long to bée Proceeding farther on but moste of all the rest The fonde desire of such as are with raging loue possest So he that had resolude no longer there to staye But doe his feate and home agayne thus to himselfe gan saye Oh sith I nowe am here why should I idle stande Why doe not I this breast of thine imbrace and féele with hande I neuer after this shall touch it so againe Nor neuer mynde Gentile thus proceeding in his vaine Into her bosome thrust his hande beneath her pappe And staying there a little space did féele a thing by happe Within her wombe to wagge and beat against her brest VVhereof at first he woxe amazde but after repossest Of wittes and sense againe a further triall hee Did make and then he found the corse not thorough dead to bee Though little were the life yet some he knew for trouth To rest within the Ladies limmes wherefore the gallants both From out the coffyn tooke this lately buried corse And vp they leapte in all the poast and layde her on the horse Before the saddle bowe and home in haste they ride Both to recouer life againe and fearing to be spyde Thus closely was she brought within Bologna walles Vnto Gentiles house where he vpon his mother calles Requesting her to helpe the case required haste His mother being graue and wyfe receiude the corse as fast As she good matron mought which déede of pitie done Both

kingly crowne For iusti●e is the chiefe and only thing That is requirde and lookte for in a king Wherefore what Peeres and Princes once haue wild No subiecs should endeuour to vndoe For kings will looke to haue their bestes fulfild And reason good that it should aye be so As beastes obey the leftie Lyons looke So meane estates must puysant Princes brooke Ill fares the barke amid the broyling seas Where euery swayne controlles the maisters skill And each one stires at heline him selfe to please And folowes not the cunning Pylots will So realmes are rulde but badly where the base ●ill checke the chiefe that sit in highest place The Argument to the seuenth Hystorie AMerchāts daughter loude her brothers boy That kept the shop of linage basely borne Which grome became the damsels only ioy Whereat the brothers tooke no little scorne That he who was a youth of no account Presumde vnto their sifters bed to mount So deepely sanke disdaine within their brest As nought saue death their malice might assuage Those stately merchants mought not be at rest Till time they had dispatcht the sillie page Wherefore they all with one consent agreed To murther him so they did in deede Whose absence long did grieue the tēder maide That wept the dayes spent the night in teares Not knowing where he was nor why he stayde It so fell out in fine the ghost appeares Amyd her dreame of him that so was slaine And bid her stint her teares that were in vaine He wried his wounds he shewde the shameful He told the traytors treason the traine That wroght his bane whēce their malice rose blows And where his mangled carkasse they had laines Which proces tolde he vanisht out of sight The wench awoke a heauie wofull wight To trie the truth of what her vision spake She got a mate of trust and on she hide Vnto the place a perfect view to take VVhere after search the body she espide The body of her friend so lately dead VVhose hmmes she buried bearing thence the head VVhich head she plasht within a Basell pot VVell couered all with harden soyle aloft Her daily vse was to lament his lot That so was slayne she wept and sorrowed oft So long vntill her brothers stole away The Basell pot wherein her louer lay This second griefe compared to the furst That she poore wench had suffred for hir friend Increast her cares and made her hart to burst VVhose life did whole vpon the pot depend The merchants when they sawe their sister ded For feare of lawe in poste their countrey fled OF yore within Messyna dwelt Thrée brothers marchant men Left wealthie by their fathers death Who died by fortune then This marchant had beside his sonnes A daughter very young Elizabeth by name in whom With beautie nurture sprong Which nymph as nature furnisht had With séemely shape to view So in her tender breast a troupe Of honest maners grew Which gifts of course are wont to cause Good liking and good will But yet for all these vertues rare This virgins lucke was ill Or els her brothers cruell were For she was ripe to wed And yet without a married mate Her lustie prime shée led It fortunde so at selfe same time This damsels brother had A yonker that did keepe the shop A very handsome lad Lorenzo was the prentise name To whom they gaue the charge Of shop and warchouse all was his To buie and sell at large This ympe being verie neate and frim Of person and of wit And passing pleasure in deuise A man for follie fit By gesture and demeanure set This damsels heart on fire Who but Lorenzo with the wench● He was her chiefe desire When thus the virgin livde in loue This prentise did perceiue By noting her from day to day He then began to leaue His forraine haunt at game abroade And only bent his breast To loue of her of whom he saw Himselfe so sure possest Thus lyking grew from lesse to more The faggot equall was That burnt within these loners breasts And brought the match to passe For why there were not many dayes Before the wench and he Gaue full assurance of good will It might none other be Ech felt the fruite of former gripes Ech louer found such swéete In Venus ioyes as sundrie times At pointed place they méete And sport as the maner is Of wanton Cupids crue That more respect the present toyes Than troubles that ensue And thus in play they spent the time But loue giues such a flame As few or none haue reason howe To quench or hide the same For why the light bewraies it selfe Vnto the lookers flight So farde it by these louers two For on a certaine night As shée good wench was hasting to Lorenzo where he lay Her eldest brother chaunst to sée And tract her on the way And knew for certaine that she went Vnto the prentise bed But like a wittie man he held His peace and nothing sed Although it was a death to him So foule a fact to knowe Yet reason and good nature did Perswade this marchant so As after sundrie doubtfull thoughts That wandred in his hed He was content to hold his tong And so he went to bed I leaue to descant of his dreames But sure I scarce beléeue He slept at case who sawe a sight That so his heart did greeue When morning came stars did start The man that saw the déed The night before rose vp and gate Him to the rest wich spéede And tolde his brothers what had hapt And after long deuise And counsell had vpon the case Because their sisters vice Should purchase them no open shame Nor yet their linage blot They purposde so to deale in things As though they wist it not Vntill such time as fortune serude Without mistrust or blame To rid away the partie that Had doone them all the shame Meane while they bore a merie face And shew of friendly heart To outward sight vnto the man That plaide so vile a part The better to reueuge the wrong For that an open foe Is easie to be voyded when His lookes his rancour shew Which made them laugh in wonted wne With him that had defilde Their sifter till such time as they The leacher had begilde Which hapned in a little space For being in this glée The brothers did deuise to take Their horse and ride to sée The countrie for a day or twaine And as the Prouerbe goes The moe the mertier is the feast And thereupon it rose They prayed Lorenzos companie For sport and solace sake Who though would gladlie stay at home His wonted myrth to make With her that was his only ioy Yet graunted his consent To goe abroade suspecting no Such mischiefe as they meant These merchants and the prentise thus Their prauncing Ienates tooke And brauely out of towne they rode In all the hast to looke A place wherein to doe the déede I meane Lorenzos

flakte his burning fire And made request withall that she Should graunt him his desire He promisde golden mountaynes then But all his sute was vayne No iote of friendship for his life The merchant mought attaine Wherefore desirous then to die Saluestra he besought That in rewarde of all his loue And all his former thought Which he had suffered for her sake She would but yelde him grace To warme himselfe within her bed Fast by her side a space Whose flesh 〈◊〉 maner frozen was With staying there so long He made her promise on his faith He would not offer wrong Vnto Saluastra at not once Let fall a worde so mutch Nor yet her naked carkasse with His manly members tutche But hauing taken there a heate And warmde himselfe in bed He would depart and déeme that he Sufficiently had sped Saluestra taking pitie then Of Gyrolamus case Vpon the promise made before Did yelde him so much grace As on her bed to stretch him selfe The youth thus being laid Besides his mistres toucht her not But with him selfe he waid The great good wil that he so long Within his brest had borne Vpon her present rigor eke He thought and shamefull scorne And being brought to déepe dispaire He purposde not to liue But die the death without delay And vp the ghost to geue And hereupon his sprices withdrew Themselues from outward parts His senses fled he stretcht him selfe And so the youth departs Fast by Saluestras sauage side To whom he sude for grace When Girolam thus dead had line Vpon her bed a space The wench did wonder very much That he was wore so chaste Whose flame of late so burning was And fancie fride so fast At length in feare her husband would Awake she gan to say Oh Gyrolamus how 〈◊〉 this When wil you packe away But hearing him no answere make She thought him sound asléepe Which made her reach her hand to wake The man that slept so déepe She felt and found him colde as yee Whereof she marueld much And therupon with greater force She gan his limmes to touch And thrust him but he stirred not With that within her head The wife conceaued and wistful wel That Girolam was dead Whereof she was the soriest wench That euer liued by breath She knew not what to doe to see So strange and sodaine death But yet at last she did deuise To féele her husbands thought In person of another not As though her selfe had wrought Or béen a party in the fact Put case good fir quoth she A yonker loued a maried wife As I my selfe mought be And comming to her chamber late In hope to winne the wife Were both begilde of all his hope And eke berefte of life By only force of franticke loue And lacke of his desire And want of pities water to Delay his scalding fire What would you doe in such a pinche How would you deale as than Whereto the husband answered that He weuld conuay the man Vnto his home without mistrust Or malice to the dame His wife that had resisted so The force of Cupides flame Which whē she herd she answered thus Then husband doth it lye Vpon vs nowe to practise that And eake that tricke to trye And taking of his hand she put It on the coarse that laye Vpon the other side of her As colde as any kaye Wherat the wilfull wight dismayde And ierst with sodaine feare Lepte of the bed full sore amazde To féele a body there And out he ran to light●● linke Without debating more Of further matter with his wife Of what they spake before The candle light bewrayed the corse He sawe the partie playne He made no more a doe but put Him in his robes agayne And bore him on his shoulders thence And knowing verie well His lodging set him at the doore Where did his mother dwell When day was come and people sawe The carkasse of the dead Before the gate the fame thereof Throughout the citie spread Each one did wonder at the chaunce That passed by the way They knewe the partie passing well But wist not what to say Yet most of all the mother musde And vexed was in minde That hauing searchte the body coulde No wounded member finde Which made Phisitions flatly say That forowe stopte his breath With one assent they all agréede That griefe did cause his death As custome is the corse was borne Into a temple by Where merchant men of his estate And welthie wights did lie The mourning mother the ther came To waile her sonnes decease And with the matrone thousands moe Of neighbors more and lesse Were come to church to shed their teares Saluestras husband then Perceiuing that the preate was grent Of women and of men Ran home wilde his wife do on A kerchiefe on her head And throng amid the 〈◊〉 to beare What newes went of the dead And be him selfe thrustan among The men to learne what they Imaginde of the marchants death Where any one did say Or had him in suspect thereof S●●aestra hereupon Made hast to church and felt remorse Within her brest anone But all to late her pitie ●ame For she desired to vew Him being dead whom carst aliue She tooke disdat●e to r●we Or recompence so much as with A kisse O wenche vnkind A maruels thing to thinke how hard It is for man to finde Or sounde the depth of louers thoughts Or knowe the force of loue For loe hir brest whom Gyrolams Good fortune might not moue Nor during life procure to ruth His death did raze hir harte His misaduentures did renewe The stroke of Cupides darte Hir auncient flame rekindled was And to such pitie grewe When as she did the carcasse dead Of Gyrolamus vewe That being but in simple wéede As meanest women were By one and one she gate before The richest matrons there Not stintyng till she came vnto The body where it lay And being there she gaue a shoute And yelded forth a bray So loude as for hir life she could And groueling with hir face On Gyrolamus carcasse fell His bodie to imbrace And bathde his limmes with brackish teares That issued from her eyes As long as life would giue her leaue Which done Saluestra dyes And looke how griefe hidden thought Had slayne her desperate friend Euen so remorse of couerte cares Her loathed life did ende Which when the mourning matrons saw Eache one in friendliest wise To comfort her in words began And willd her thence to rise As then not witting who she was But at the last when that She would not mount but lay me still Vpon the body flat They came to lift her vnber legges And rayse her from the grounde And then both that the wife was dead And who she was they founde Saluestra then she did appeare Then dubble woxe the woe Of all the wiues that mouruers were When they the dame did knowe Then gan they mourne as fast againe As ere they did before For euery sighe a