thorough the extremitie of sorrow being now brought to the exigent of desperation am forst to sue vnto you for attonement presenting vnto mee in this case both the image of good fortune and death of good fortune if you loue where you are loued of death if you hate where you are honoured Sufficient triall you haue had of my loyaltie Since so good Lady say yea or no either answere wil worke appeasement of my sorrowes the one with death the other with delighte Soft quoth Giletta haste makes waste your Haruest is yet in grasse you may very well stay for aunsweare These words with a smyling countenaunce deliuered shée forced to departe yet not in such hast but that Rinaldo had leysure ynoughe to rob her of a kisse which fed him with such a swéete conceite as that hee was persuaded with the assault of importunancie on the next aduenture to conquer her straungnes and attaine good will so that to lay his siedge with the better aduauntage to her doubtfull woordes hee thus replied More haste then néede doth turne to waste and waste doth al thinges marre Your Haruest is in grasse good Syr as hastie as you are This doubtfull ieast among my ioyes my mystresse late did poppe But I reply that backward haste can neuer blast my croppe For sith swéete wench my séede of loue hath taken roote in time And cleare escapt the frostes of scorne that pincht it in the prime Now that the spring time of your grace hath raisde it to an eare The kindely riping of the same in faith I litle feare For scorched sythes like Summers sunne will hasten on this wheate And stormes of teares as heauenly dewe shall nourish with the heate The ielous wéedes of foule suspect which louers ioyes doth sting Shall cropped bee with hooke of faith that fauour freash may spring Then banish dread from thée déere dame my speede will worke no waste Since that the season serues so well our Haruest for to haste Roberto Rinaldo These verses were written in hast presented in as much haste such was Rinaldos hastie desire a fresh to followe his sute and yet not so hastie as of Giletta hartily wished the heate of eithers loue for eithers sight so hastily thyrsted But now to cut off ciccumstances Rinaldo vppon this new onset charged his maistres with such vehement persuasiōs as her nicenesse was of no force to make further defence in so much vppon a modest occasion shée yelded to loue This swéete consent by Giletta pronounced with soudaine ioy so spoiled Rinaldoes senses as for a time hée fared like one in an extasie But so soone as this fit was ouerblowne quoth he Rinaldo how bountifully hath Fortune dealt with thee How blessed is thy estate canst thou tell O noe Thy ioyes so hugely flow as the least of a thousand comforts thou canst not vtter And could good Giletta so much tēder thy distresse Could shée brooke Rinaldoes pouertie And could shée loue the wight vnworthie to be her slaue Her selfe said yea Then as homage of his saued life most worthie mistresse of thy vnworthie seruaunt receiue with vowe of continuaunce Faith honour loue and seruice I craue no more saue faithfull loue quoth Giletta Giletta herselfe in discharge of her duetie will vse towards her Rinaldo honour and obedience Whom if shée finde constante let fortune doe her worst shée hath her contentment and yet my good Rinaldo quoth shee foresight is the onely instrument of quietnes I knowe my father other friends if they knewe of our loue with stormes of displeasure would hinder the accomplishment of our desires if whose good will by any meanes may be wonne the execution of our ioyes I meane our mariage day is well delayed but if they nill consent happ wel happ ill Giletta submittes her selfe to Rinaldoes good will. My good maistresse quoth hée your poore seruaunt full satisfied for his harde fortunes fore past as also to come subiectes himself to your wise consideration Yea Rinaldo wil not in one iot contrary Gilettas direction althoughe hée purchase death with the executiō of her pleasure Wel quoth Giletta let time worke her will yet liue thou Rinaldo assured of thy Gilettas loue who likewise liueth in hope of thine But in hope swéete mystresse quoth Rinaldo there is no hope withoute mistruste and causelesse mistrust woorketh two iniuries The one in distempering the mistrusters minde the other in suspecting the well meaninge friend But the offence towardes mee I fréely pardon so that thou wilte to woorke thine owne quietnesse take knowledge how that my heart is close prisoner in thy breast which maye not be remoued without thy consente And for that wée must attende time for the perfection of oure ioyes to intertaine time withoute distruste of loyaltie Deare Lady of thy poore seruaunte vouchsafe to take this Diamond whose poesie is I will not false my faith Protestinge before the hyest to accomplish those woordes in woorkes Giletta willingly receyuinge this ring in this sort acquited him My good Rinaldo quoth shée I gratefully accept your gift and that in absence you may both thinke of mée and your vowe for my sake weare you this Iewell wherein is written Fortune may hinder my loue yet none but death shall breake my vowe These two louers hauing by secrete othe thus warranted eche others loue least their ouerlonge talke mighte breede suspicion now conueyed themselues into the thickest of the company where after they had a while shewed themselues Rinaldo in respecte of his late conqueste had the ordinarye pleasures the which hée sawe in skorne In somuch that to perfecte his contentemente with swéete imaginations hée conuayed himselfe into his chamber where in praise of his good mystresse and triumphe of his Fortunes hée wrote as followeth Beautie leaue off to brag thy brauery is but brayd Thou mayst God wot thy visard vaile thy wanton maskes are wrayd Thy toyes in thy attyre thy plumes fortells thy pride Thy coyues thy caules thy curling cost thy surfling helpes are spide Thy gases are for guestes that garish showes wil eye Else who so blinde but that hée can a painted visage spie Then goe and market kéepe where chaffe is sowld for corne I hould Got wot thy vauntes as vaine thy lures and loue I scorne For I beloued am of one that thée doth passe In faith as much as finest gold excelles the coursest brasse She néedes no frizling feates nor bumbaste for her breastes No glittring spangles for the gase no ierkyns iagges nor iestes Her onely selfe a sunne when thou art iudgde a starre Her sober lookes workes more regard then all thy ruffling farre The reason is the heauens to reape the praise alone Did frame her eyes her head and handes of pearle and precious stone Which iewells néedes no helpe their beauties for to blase When brauery shadowes fowle defectes or serues for wanton gase Besides her feature rare her further fame to raise Her witt her wordes her workes in showe
instruments of Rinaldos lamentable destnie in so much as neither shew of pleasure companie of acquaintance or persuasion of friendes could moue her vnto any comfort Well leaue we sorrowfull Giletta continually bemoning the death of her best beloued seruant and turne we to Rinaldo who after he had a while felt the furie of the floudes was wearie of dying so that for life he laboured vnto the shoare which happily recouered he felt his stomacke at that instant rather ouercharged with water then loue yet for that by sight of his sowre-swéete maistresse he would not renue his sorrowes nor that he coulde brooke in the court to be frumpt and slouted at he consented in a forrest neare adioyning vnto this riuer in miserie to consume the residue of his life And abasing his mind vnto the condition of his distresse he was content to take a hollow caue for his house and herbour the bare ground both for his bed and bedding For companions to make choice of wild beastes to bemone his fortunes vnto the wild forrests to make the night rauen his clocke his harmonie of hellishe noise of monsters his foode the fruits of the earth O strange effectes of loue that could vaile his mynde to vouchsafe these miseries that lately held at will almost what he could wish But leaue I now to write of loue his force whom no maÌ„ hitherto could either truly define or describe and turne againe to poore Rinaldos hard estate who roming in the wilde forrestes for foode espied an apple trée the fruit wherof put him in remembrance of the apple Giletta deliuered him wherin he found a letter that forst him to this penance the sight wherof with sorrow not only slaked his hunger but moued him to such impatiencie that in despaire and despight of the fruite vpon the trée he carued this inuention O Needlesse fruit of sinne the meane at first Thou forcedst Eue and Adam didst intice To byte their bale for which the earth was curst And headlong they from vertue fell to vice Thou wert the baite that Paris gaue the Dame Who in reward set stately Troy aflame Thou didst conuey the louing write that woode Dianas nymphe from chaste to foule desire By thée too soone I wretched vnderstoode Gilettas scorne that chaung'd her loue to yre And not content but when my woes were dead With former cares thou combrest fresh my head O enuious fruit in whom few vertues are Thy shew is all but who so on thée féedes Shall hardly finde thée helpe but health impaire Then sith to man such plagues thy beautie breedes Would God thy guilt vpon each apple trée Igrauen were for euery eye to see Roberto Rinaldo Rinaldo thus freshly entered into the consideration of his former loue likewise felt his former vnquietnesse of mynd faine would he haue found out some litle sparke of hope but out alas the sowre letter his swéete maistresse deliuered together with her hatefull shewe against him and her louing zeale towardes Frizaldo so hugely increased his distrust as by no means he could away with hope in so much quoth he O cowardly wretch why dost thou not by death at once dispatch thy sorowes rather theÌ„ to die a thousaÌ„d deaths by prâ—roging a lothed life canst thou brooke continual bondage wheÌ„ with one blow thou maist rid thy wretchednesse set feare aside vse force vpon thy selfe thou hast liued an exile too long since thou séest no hope of attonemeÌ„t at home nor fealest quietnesse abroad In this desperate passion Rinaldo was determined to commit murder vpon him selfe and yet he thought best to deferre the execution vntil he might conuey him selfe neare vnto Gilettas lodging that there her eyes might be witnesse of his loyaltie her owne crueltie To hasâ—eÌ„ which follie the next night he tooke his iourney towardes Bologna castle and by the way he deuised this petition EUen with the bloud that issues from his hart Rinaldo wretch this sorrie boune doth craue There may be grauen by some continuing Arte These woful words vpon his timelesse graue Loe here he lies that reaped hate for loue Which hard exchaunge to slea him selfe did moue These verses Rinaldo determined to write with bloud that issued from his deadly wound coÌ„ming vnto the place of his desired rest he drew his dagger in mind to finish his sorowes But finding his enterprise by reason of the dead time of night vnlikely to be troubled before he executed this tragedie he weakely wrested foorth this heauie farewell Oh God quoth he that the grones procéeding from my gored hart might now awake Giletta that she might sée the vse of my murthering knife then wold my yawning breath my bloudy sighs deadly gaspes no dout bedew her chéekes whiche hitherto my intollerable miseries with ruthfull teares could neuer wet so should she knowe my escaped dangers were but lightening ioyes for to inlarge my sorrowes so might she sée the vnfained confirmation of my loyaltie accuse her of inconstancie so séeing so vnnaturall a tragedie executed by the dome of her scorne vpon her faultlesse seruaunt remorse might happily moue her to repentaunce and pittie winne her from her wauering fancies But oh I tyre time with too néedelesse a tale she quietly sléepes to whom I thus sorrowfully talke Fare wel Giletta farewel These naked wals besprent with bloud shal shortly bewray my mone My breathlesse corps shal witnesse my constancie and purchase I trust so muche pitie as notwithstanding my carelesse prouision to be bestowed in some forgetlesse tumbe I can not stay thy answere and therfore I leaue it to thy curtesie Come wished death now vse thy force my will is made the time and place fitteth my desire my teares and sighes are already bestowed these waâ—â—es my executors only wanteth their hire my waste bloud I bequeath theÌ„ only to continue remembrance of my loyaltie c. Good Giletta continually lameÌ„ting the losse of her seruant both night day was smally disposed to rest in so much that leaning in her chamber window she heard though not perfectly this sorowful discourse and being moued with pitie as Rinaldos complaint grew to an end she vsed these words Yonder mans tong mone and miseries workes such fresh remembrance of my good Rinaldos destruction as for his sake I wil apply vnto his sorowes what honest comfort I can Therewithall she prepared her selfe to learne his cause of griefe Rinaldo amased with this souden comfort helde his hande from his throte till Giletta was at his elbowe who verie modestly demaunded both what he was what forst him so pitiously to coÌ„plaine Rinaldo on this small incouragement began now to mistrust yll measure in others and yet to trie in whome the fault might be he at the first both hid his name and the true cause of his griefe from Giletta Giletta earnestly noting the order of his talk began now to be so distempered with the thought of Rinaldo as she fell straight thus to bee moue his
long through pyning woe Whose constant truth long hath den tryde Though long his suit hath ben denyde By batteriâ— long the brasen wall The cannon shot doth cleane deface The longest trées in time doe fall Which long before had Boreas base The little brooke in running long Doth turne into a riuer strong Then may it be I louing long My pyning corps by long delay Can long abide the furie strong Of ghastly death which long doth stay His lingring stroke to haue it so That louing long should worke my woe A Sonet wherin is showne the straunge effectes of loue IN care I ioy my mirth is mou'd by moâ—re With flouds of want I weare to ebbe my wo Appayd I rest in restlesse griefe to grone By fainting hope my friendly hap doth growe In waues of bale I bathe in wished blisse My wealth in woe in paine my pleasure is But how these hang if so she search my harme These fewe suffice the same to shew my swéete To rayse her ioy my selfe I wholy arme To fréese or fâ—y as she shal déeme it méete I bound am frée and frée I yeald her slaue That 's my delight that she desires to haue And sith my sport doth make my souereigne â—oy And mirth she finds to thwart my faith with frâ—ps I sad am glad my noy may force her ioy My sowre her swéete my dole may cleare her dumpes Yea life I wish this were to do her good Each day to waste a drop of guitlesse blood The louer wearied with a number of delayes sues vnto his Ladie for pitie or otherwise her speedie denyall by death to worke a speedie dispatch of his languishing dayes IF pitie may preuaile to pearse your hart with ruth Swéete maistres lend your listning eare to heare your seruants truth Whose faith hath chose you iudge and iurie if you please If not desart shal trye this cause your deintie mynd to ease The whole record is writ for rafing with my teares My witnesse is my withered corps ny famished with feares A thousand sighes besides in open court will sweare You are the Saint which with my heart I honour loue and feare Disdaine that workes delayes mistrust that moues my mone No witnesse hath to hinder right but false suspect alone Yet boulstred vp by scorne they scoffe my loyall loue And kept me play with forreine frumpes til prickt by méede to proue If pitie could procure your heart my harme to rue I found remorse was preast to heare the plaint before your view And now good Lady note my witnesse and my woe If I deserue your loue for loue giue verdite yea or no For daunted with delayes for hap or harme I iumpe And knowe you once if sullen will my faythful loue doth frumpe I will not languish long in cursed Cupides flame Death in despight shall rid me dole and you shall beare the blame But if with souereigne grace you may your seruants state Yeald recompence of loue betimes least liking come too late To coole his flaming harte by Cupide set on fire Through heate whereof a Whetstone colde consumes with hote desire The thought of wonted ioyes doubleth the miserable mans griefe I That whose youth was lul'd in pleasures lap Whose wanton yeres were neuer chargd with care Who made no flight but reacht the pitch of hap And now besieg'd with griefe at vnawares How can my hart but bléede to thinke on this My ioy with was my woe is ioynd with is With is Oh yea and euer wil be so Such hell is thought to muse on ioyes forgone For though content would faine appease my woe This myrthlesse note continues fresh my mone O deare delight with whome I dwelt in ioy Thy sowrest swéete my sorrowes would destroy â–ª Destroy it would but Oh those dayes are past When to my wil I found dame fortune wrought My fancies cleare with cares are ouer cast Yet bootelesse hope will not forsake my thought But still proroges my griefe that else would dye To vaine effect when I my toyling spye The hap and hard fortune of a carelesse louer MY hart on hayh with carelesse mind I rauÌ„ging fréedomes fieldâ— Blind Cupide by arest vnwares to beautie bad me yeald What yeald quoth I at beauties becke as Venus slaue to serue May he whome fréedome alwayes 〈◊〉 by bondage stoupe to sterue No Cupide no with me go tell dame beautie beares no sway Nor pleasure with her painted sheath can make me Cupide pray This answere made with winged féete he tooke his flight away And did impart to beautie straight his rest I would not bay â–ª With anger fraught who foorth with wild an armie should be had And captaines hauing charge them selues in armour should be clad Her selfe she plaste in formost front with Pleasure in her hand And Lady Loue elected was hygh Marshall of her band â–ª Faire Venus in the rereward went her sonne in ambush lay Thus Beautie and her warlike crue did mearch in battel ray But I poore I which feard no force in fréedomes lease at large Pursude my sport with carelesse mynd of Loue I tooke no charge But all too soone I heard a sound of dub dub in my eare And therewithall I sawe in sight tenne aunchents to appeare Which poudred were with pyned hartes in bloudy colours set Which forst me flée to wisdomes wood to scape Dan Cupids net But craftie he in scoute there lay who first gaue charge on me And brought me bound to Beauties barre her prisoner for to be Then stinging loue enforst me pray Dame Pleasure plead my case But Beautie sayd in vaine I sude in hope of future grace For martiall law foorthwith quoth she thy hart in bale shall bounce Therwith she chargd her Marshal high this sentence to pronounce To bate thy pride which wouldst not stoupe when beautie bent her lure Thy casting shall be clods of care Saunce hope of happie cure With flouds of teares thy dazeld eyes thy sickly chéekes shall staine And Fancie with his sleating toyes shall harbour in thy braine Thy heart shall poudred be with paine thy guts with griefe to boyle Thy séething sighes shall scalde thy lippes to taste of inwarde toyle Thy intrales all shall parched be with flames of fond desire The heauie perse of bodyes griefe thy pyned legges shall tire Despaire then was the hangman made which doome did Beautie please And I to bondage was bequeath'd to liue in little case Wherewith the Gem of Venus band vnprayd of her bon gre Did beg me â–ª wretch at Beauties hand her prisoner for to be And after vowe of loyaltie did let me goe at large Yea further payd my farewell fée my bondage to discharge In lâ—e whereof at her commaund my seruice loe is prest As homage due for saued life yea more her slaue I rest The absent louer in pawne of his constancie sendeth his heart to his Ladie REceiue deare dame as gage of worthy loue This pyned hart bepoudred all with teares Whose poesie is No
when no sute nor seruice could procure My stragling loue to stoupe vnto his lure By néede inforst his dotage then hée reft And so with losse my wanton pleasures left When mystes of luâ—â—e were cleared from his eyes Disdaine forthwith transformd his loue to hate Fye on my life and lewdnes lowde hée cries Hée heaues mée vp to filthie Faustines state A Layis byrde for Masseline a mate A filth a flurt a bitch of Megraes kinde A rigg a rampe and all that came to minde But when I heard my blame hée blased thus Impatient I began to stampe and stare To waile to wéepe to wring my handes I woâ—s To freate to fume to teare my golden heare In fine as madd as euer was March hare I vowde to reaue Valperga of his life Which I performde aye me through péeuish strife While sporte was quicke I did Giazzo moue To slay this Lord in grace which whilome stoode But disposest to winne his owne swéete loue Unciuil wretch accoyde through sullen moode Hée blasde mée forth as byrde of Layis broode Leaue off quoth hée I loth thy heauie chéere Valpergas tongue shall buy this bable deare With which suffisde I fell to kisses straight And shewde my selfe more gamesome then of yore To tyce him on I laide this wanton baite But hée which long Valperga held in store Within his heart my hatred did abhore Yet nay the lesse my loue hée so did like As still hée said hée stayde for time to strike But when I found what fine delayes hée vsde All sweld with wrath quoth I the prouerbe saith Proferde seruice is euer more refusde And offerde loue is quited syld with faith Without the hooke the baite no poyson hath Yet haplie hée for all his wiles may proue My péeuish hate oore wayes my passing loue And in disdaine the secrete gates I bard Where in and out Giazzo earst did goe I tould him plaine his market cleane was mard I ment my faultes vnto my lord to showe If which suffisde I would no more do so To faine with chaunge I did Giazzo pray With kindnes showne contented for to stay Nigh tyred hée my gréedie lust to glut Full wel appayde for trueth my fayâ—ings tooke Hée tooke no héede how often-times is shut In sugred baite a fowle and filthie hooke How hate is hidde full oft with friendly looke Ne how the lewde when grace is not their stay Refuse no meane to worke their foes decay Euen such a filth I forst confesse I was I vsde this showe to chase my foes mistrust Thereby to worke his fatall ende alas When least hée thought I would haue béene vniust Such cankered hate my murdrous heart did rust Unto which ende I for Valperga send With yll for good to quite his faithful frend I knew the force of new reuiued loue How péeuish hate more perfect made the same I likewise knew newe friendship how to moue With pleasaunt lookes y mixt with pretie blame I checkt him first for foyling of my fame Perdona moy ore showes againe with viewe Deare dame quoth hée I yeld your tale is true Euen so quoth I and smiling vsde these wordes Confessed crimes doth open penaunce chuse What plague you please quoth hée your thrall accordes That hée or you shall execution vse Such power quoth I I meane not to refuse Yet hoping that those faultes you will amende I pardon all and take you for my frende And when I sawe him eager of delight A sighe I fetcht and did Giazzo name Valperga said Giazzo to his might UUas sure his friend quoth I I thinke in name But ah his déedes will neuer proue the same And though I loth to sowe seditious strife Yet néedes I must for safegard of thy life In sooth swéete friend thy daungerous state I rew This trayterous mate to moue thine ouerthrowe By guile God wot with mée in frendship grew Betwixt vs friends he first did hatred sowe Hée forged faultes to kéepe mée still thy foe And yet my heart for al that hée could say Did loue thée well although my tongue said nay Which when hée smeld puft vp with furie straight Hee vowde thy death for robbing of his ioy Which bloudie wordes did force mée to vnfraight This bitter speach Auawnt thou peeuish boy Thy filthy sight Bianca doth annoy Beléeue mée Lord this tale is very true Beginne with him before hée do with you These forced wordes did rayse a soare mistrust Or haply else Giazzo might a smoakte But yet hée vowde to féede my filthie lust With bloudie blade his trayterous breath to choake And leaue hée toke hée said to strike this stroake But loe hée went forthwith to Mantua Unto his friend these secretes to bewray Which treason when Giazzo vnderstoode Who can auoyde quoth hée a strompets hate And thundring out the stormes of furious moode UUith tearmes of scorne hée did Bianca rate Out filth quoth hée twixt friends which sowes debate And in despight a libel hée inuents UUhich Lords to you Bianca here presents ¶ An Inuectiue written by Roberto Sanseuerino Earle of Giazzo against Bianca Maria Countesse of Celant WHo euer sawe a thorne swéete grapes to yéeld Or sower slowes vppon a vine to growe UUho euer heard coward first in féeld The foreward wight soonste feard with sight of foe UUho euer knew in time of any minde Good fall to bad or kitt to flée from kinde If proofe ne peares who may Bianca blame UUhose father rose to wealth by filthie fraude Her mothers life y shrinde with endles shame Whose grandam was in drowping dayes a bawd Shée onely left of all this beastly store Must néedes be worse then parents were before What marueile then if shée did flée by night And sent a horne vnto her Lord and fere To blow the death of all his braue delight That gadding moode shee learned of sa mere UUho lightly vailde at ery wanton whoope How could shée then but to Valperga stoope Ne can shée chuse but proue the Prouerbe true UUon with a word and lost with one yll looke Giazzo knowes Bianca séekes for newe Hée whilome was a vowell in her booke Giazzo wrought Valperga out of grace Giazzo scornd Valperga hath his place Yet both in lashe at length this cressed leaues And Megra like pursues their loue with hate Such is the fruite of ruffians roages and théeues UUhich framde her heart when shée was formde by fate Her fathers liue Scappardone being dead And diuers séedes doth diuers natures breede O happie man Giazzo scornes her loue Valperga blest that knowes her murdrous minde UUee haue ynough her truth let others proue And rest content with what wée left behinde UUe suckte the swéete let others drinke the draffe UUée eate the corne what skilles who chewes the chaffe The Countesse of Zeland continueth in her complaint NOw gallants iudge if it with honour stands For any Lord a Lady thus to rate Or blase with scorne their
the maskers were inuited vnto a costly banquet who marching with their Ladies with manly force encountred with many a monster whose grose bodies were traÌ„sformed into a sugred substance The maskers nowe on easie request did off their visardes as wel to make them selues knowne vnto their maistresses to manifest their zeale towardes the Lorde of the house the bridegrome and his faire bride as to shew their desire to delight the whole companie Rinaldo greatly ashamed of his disordered masking with blushing chéekes oftentimes very earnestly behelde faire Giletta Maistresse â–ª Giletta seeing him in these passions and knowing his wonted audacitie was assured somewhat was amisse with him so that to be better acquainted with his malladie with a prettie smyle she vsed these speaches Quoth she Friend Rinaldo I suppose your visard did you great wrong this night for that by your vnperfect sight you mistooke your choice so that wroth with your fortunes or angrie with poore Giletta she hath noted a number of souden alterations in you but if eyther be the cause remoue your choler and comfort your selfe that you tempered your toung so well as she knoweth none of your secretes Rinaldo glad of this opportunitie answered My souereine maistresse in very déede I greatly mistooke my chocie For wheras I had thought and determined to haue made it so in different as I might haue vsed my tong at will and pleasure I confesse it fel out so vnegal as I forst must yeald vnworthy to be your slaue so that musing on this mistaking I not only masked mute but I forgot to present you with my willing seruice Rinaldo being newely entered into his answere the Reuels broke vp and euery man went vnto his rest so that he was forced to discontinue his suite and bid his maistresse fare well which reuerently done he foorthwith went into his chamber and so to bed but his sleepe he diuided on those whose heades were frée from fancies For he God wot one while matching his base estate with her highe calling sawe an impossibilitie of fauour Anone ioyning her curteous disposition with the force of loue was fed with slender hope Thus hanging betwene hap harme the more he striued the more he was measht in the nextes of restlesse fancie but in the end resolued to prosecute his suit he soudenly caused his man to light a candle and then to proâ—â—er his seruice â–ª to paint his sorrowes and to vse excuse for his late silence he inuented these verses following THe pyning wight presented with reliefe With souden ioy awhile forgoes his sense The retchlesse youth likewise besiegde with griefe With feare dismayd forgets to vse defence Such is the force of hastie ioy or woe As for the time few knoweth what they doe And I vnwares with both extremes forgone Subiect to loue that neuer felt his force One while dismayd I starude in wretched mone And straight through hope I tasted sweet remorse Soust with these stormes wheÌ„ I shuld moue my sâ—it Small wonder though a while I masked mate And yet God wot my sighes did plead amaine They broke the cloudes that cowred all my care My ruthfull lookes presented still my paine As who wold say When wil she clâ—â—re thy scare Attending thus when you should note my case The time forewent ere I could sue for grace But now constraynd néede makes the créeple goe My festred sore of force some cure must seeke My woundes so bléed I can not hide my woe My hurt is heald if you my seruice like Let egall loue goe bath in wished blisse Suffiseth me my maistresse hand to kisse Lo thus deare dame you know my case and cure It rests in you my life to saue or spâ—ll If you desire I should these stormes indure Commaund my death and I will worke you◠〈◊〉 If not in time him for your seruant châ—se Who liuing dies till you his serâ—â—â—ce vse Roberto Rinaldo This little leasure together with the disquietnesse of mynde as appeareth by the plainenesse of this inuention wrought an alteration in Rinaldos muse yet for that his deuise somewhat answered his owne estate he was content to present it to maistresse Giletta and perseuering in the sayde purpose the next morning he clothed him selfe in russet satten garded with blacke veluet whiche witnessed he did both hope and dread he thus appointed chusing a place of moste aduauntage willingly lost these verses Giletta by this euening fare well looking for such a morning welcome was the first that found them who soudenly withdrewe her self with earnest desire effectually to peruse Rinaldos deuise Which done one while she scorned his base estate and straight she was contented of Rinaldo to be beloued so that her mynde distempered with the contrarietie of fancies neyther angrie nor well pleased she wrote this following answere Although it pleased you this other night occasion by me vnhappily ministred to intertaine time with an ordinarie profession of loue yet master Rinaldo you doe both me and your selfe great iniurie to continue your néedelesse labour with such importunancie to me For that you trust to ouerthrow my vertues with the assault of wanton persuasions your selfe for that I am assured you warre in vaine but for that I want wit to incouÌ„ter you in words or writing I wil hencefoorth likewise want will to take knowledge of eyther your exercises Thus muche being your firste attempt I thought good to answere least you should thinke with néedelesse nicenesse I acquited your courtesies And for that you knowe the successe of your faultlesse aduentures I trust to be no more troubled in answering your idle letters Giletta de Bologna This letter so soone as Giletta had surely sealed she presented her selfe in the great chamber Rinaldo delighted in nothing so muche as in the sight of his maistresse with the first saluted her Maistresse Giletta courteously as she did the rest acquited him dissembling as then her knowledge of his verses but notwithstanding this carelesse shewe her mynde was combred with a thousand contrarie fancies one while she mistrusted the inuention to be his owne deuise an other while she feared to deliuer her answere nowe she loued straight she scorned and yet in her greatest disliking she liked to looke on Rinaldo and as it is the nature of louers subiect to a thousand distresses to search all meanes to be assured of their choyces loyaltie so here maistresse Giletta newly entered into that profession by the often beholding of Rinaldo and marking the colour in his apparell tooke occasion vnder the colour of a pleasant request to be acquainted perhaps with his inward disposition in so much when as other Ladies charged such as they thought well of with seruice Quoth she for that I know maister Rinaldo you are a very good Poet I inioyne you without further studie to shewe in vearse to what ende you weare blacke vpon russet quoth Rinaldo willing to obey this iniunction deare Lady although my sight in Poetrie be but small
Giletta was not frée from sorrowes for good soule shée thought it hie time to acquaint her seruaunt with the continuance of her loue and although shée had attempted many wayes yet shée found no currant opportunitie for discouerie thereof till in the end shée determined by letters to deliuer the Embassage of her minde to which effecte shee one day wrote these lines following MY Good seruaunte I cannot but sighe to thinke on thy sorrowes who inferring on my straungnesse hast my faithfull loue in suspicion and yet I cannot blame thée that knowest not what necessitie inforceth my coynesse Alas I liue in the gase of Ielous distruste who with Lynxes eyes watcheth my behauiour so that of force I am forst to rarrie a shew of hatred where in heart I loue But of this assure thy selfe althoughe Frizaldo whose familiaritie woorketh thy feare weareth both my gloue and Garter yet Rinaldo hath and shall haue my heart So that swéete friend from hencefoorth hauing my constancie thus warranted when most I lowre contrary my lookes with smiling thoughtes And thus till more fortunate time do perfect our wished desires thy louing Mystresse wisheth thée well to fare Giletta de Bologna When good Giletta had thus ended her letters for that shée durst not trust Rosina her wayting woman with the deliuerie of them whom shée knewe to be too well affected towardes Frizaldo to woorke him such an iniurie shée determined to be the Embassadour her selfe to accomplish which deuise shee made an apple hollowe wherein shée bestowed this letter which shée closed so cunningly that none by the outward show could perceiue the inward charge thereof But oh the force of ielosie Frizaldo for that he could not alwayes be present to eye Gilettas behauiour wonne her waytinge woman to watch her so narrowly as shée might bée able to yeeld accompt of all her doinges This trayterous mayde to her mystresse so trustily performed his request as although Giletta practised this deuise in her secrete closet yet through the cranell of a wall shée had notice thereof so that the night following shée came to the fingering of this apple and finding these louing lines in the body thereof shée forthwith went to Frizaldo to whom shée deliuered both the letter and apple but he that foreknew Gilettas loue towards Rinaldo was rather glad then sadde of these newes For by this meanes he spyde occasion presently to ouerthrowe Rinaldo with despaire To further which villanous trechery as néere as he could he counterfeted Gilettas hand and then in stéede of her courteous lines in her name hée wrote this vncomfortable letter RInaldo thy dissembling hath wrought my displeasure although I will not shew how nor wherein thou art vniust yet know thou I know so well thy villanies as no excuse shall remoue mee from reuenge And if my vnpleasaunt lookes any way offende thée assure thy selfe my heart tenne times more abhorreth thee thereof let this my hand writing be a witnes which I my selfe deliuer to this ende that thou mayst at once end both thy hope and vnregarded sute by her that hates the more then shee loues herselfe Giletta de Bologna When Frizaldo had made an ende of this letter hée bestowed it in the apple and wild Rosina to laye the same where shée found it the next day hée brought Giletta where of force shée must sée her louing Rinaldo and of purpose seemed carelesse of her behauiour that she might haue opportunitie to salute her sorrowful seruaunt Poore Giletta vnacquainted with this treacherie simplie deliuered Rinaldo the apple saying the vertue in the fruite was of force to end his sorrowes Herewith shée hasted after Frizaldo without either aunswere or thankes at her seruauntes hands who receyuing this courtesie beyond all hope as one amased at so soudaine a ioy it was longe ere hée tasted this apple and finding a letter inclosed therein I can hardly report the one halfe of his delight But this I am assured for his faire mystresse sake he a hundred times kist both the seale and superscription before he aduētured to take knowledge of the hidden message therein but when hée ripped it open and found the forecited newes alas poore man his late swéete motions so increased his sowre passions that if it were possible for anye to taste more miseries his fare excéeded the torments of Hell. Ah God quoth hée how may it so swéete a face should bée matcht with so cruel a hart such heauenly lookes with such hellish thoughts so faire a creature with so foule conditions and so modest a countenaunce with so mercilesse a minde O Giletta what meanest thou so to ecclipse thy honour darken thy vertue and spoile thy wonted report of pitie by murthering of thy faithfull friend Hadst thou no feare of infamie no thought of former vow Might not remorse of conscience withdrawe thée from disloyaltie Madest thou no more accompte of loue then like vnto a garment at thy pleasure to put off and on Couldest thou doe Rinaldo such iniurie as to let another deuoure the fruites of his toyle Wouldest thou suffer Frizaldo to reape the crop of loue that Rinaldo sowed with sighes wéeded with faith did nourish with teares and ripened with continual seruice Suppose I admitt the force of thy second loue in excuse of all these wronges with what face couldst thou triumphe in my miseries Yea desire my death that loued thée so deare Trust mée cruell Giletta if thine owne writing had not béene witnesse I would neuer haue thought thee inconstāt nor had not thine own hāds deliuered the instrument of my destruction I would hardly a credited thy letters but on so certaine a proofe in vayne it were to hope Ah God how rightly didst thou hit my fortune when as thou saidst thy apple woulde ease my sorrowes in deed I found in it my death only death must cure my grief And sith so subtily thou prophesiedst my destruction since it agréeth with thy wil thy wretched desire shal foorthwith be wrought In this desperate mynde Rinaldo hasted vnto the riuer of Poo where by the shore side he sawe a simple man to whome he deliuered a scroll wherein was written Giletta false of faith Rinaldo nipt so nye That lo he chose before his time in stremes of Poo to dy Whiche verses he requested the poore man to deliuer at the Lorde de Bolognas castle to maistresse Giletta and then without vsing any other speache he lept into the riuer The poore man halfe amazed at this wilful acte foorthwith hasted vnto the Lorde de Bolognas castle where after he had deliuered the writing to Giletta he shewed for certaintie he saw Rinaldo drowne him self The newes was vnwelcome vnto euerie hearer saue only to Frizaldo that trayned him into this mischiefe but especially to Giletta this tydinges was too too grieuous she weapt she waylde she blamed her and his vnlucky fortune Frizaldos iealousie her friendes vntowardnesse and chiefly her owne nycenesse as
And yet this woe doth wrong me most I mourne without a mate For if one drop of hope were séene though dride with scorne in sight I might with pyning Tantale ioyne who sterues in swéete delight Or if I could but halfe the hill roule vp the tumbling stone I had a mate of Sisyphus to match with mée in mone But oh O not my hap more harde they haue a scambling ioy But I no thought of swéete remorse my souereigne is so coy My ioy in was my woe in is and so is like to bée My fancies turne to firie sightes aliue my death to sée The court the court where pleasure liues with paine increast my care Eche blisie séemde bale eche gleame of grace did mist my ioyes with scare Eche show of sport my sorrowes moude eche pleasure made mée plaine Yet there I preast to féede on sight digesting dire disdaine Were loue not blinde this life were straunge for one to loue his foe More straunge to haunt a place of harme but most to ioy in wee But Oh who féeles his aukeward fittes and suckes the swéete in soure Shall bide a yeare of dole with ease to féele one lightning houre Such life I lykt til sogge of scorne did rise to dampe my ioyes Till secrete sighes wrought open scoffes till flontes did quite my ioye Untill the colours which I wore my secrete mourning wrayde Till dauntes of friendes till frumpes of foes my feeble hope dismayde And till her blondie hate was séene of euery béetell sight Till then I neuer shronke but sought with zeale to quenche her spight But then quoth I Dom Diego wretch bid Court not care adue Some vnkouth haunt thy fortune séemes thy harmes alone to rue Thou gau'st thy woord to die her loue let word in worke agrée Her checking chaunge her scorne for faith is no excuse for thée A Hermits life beseemes thy lucke go haunt the Pyren hills To touch the foode wée may not taste increaseth hungry wills Therwith I vow'de in desart houltes alone to rue my harme Where fretting sighes doth serue for fire my frosen flesh to warme My foode is aples hawes and héepes such fruites as féede a beast Wilde monsters are companions mine in hollow caues I rest A crabtrée staffe my surest stéede my sterued legges to ease My thoughts new wounds increaseth stil whē cares I would appease The watchfull clocke the warning bell the harmonie I heare Is dreadfull noyes of dreadlesse beastes of whom I liue in feare My studie is to way and waile that fortune thus doth lowre Wher wealth by wāt once loue by scorne my swéete by present sowre Where fethers flue about my helme a willowe wreath to weare My wéedes of worth by cote of leaues sharpe flowes for deintie fare My stately home by hard exile delight by wythred woe Doth force god wott my wasted teares through griefe a fresh to flow My lute that sometime lent mée ease hath neither frett nor stringe My sugred voice with howling hoarst forbids mée now to singe My penns are worne my incke is done my paper all is writ Yet halfe my passions and my paine vnpainted are as yet So that for onely exercise in trées and Marble stone My griefe to case I forced now do graue my wretched mone Liue longe in blisse thou loftie Béeche wherein this vow is writt No luring friend nor lowring foe Geneuras faith shall flitt To witnes now her foule vntruth Dom Diego writes belowe Her vowed faith from knowen friend is reft by sawning foe But chiefe of all thou sacred stone remaine thou sound and safe Continue thou these letters fresh which are my Epitaphe Hard by this rough and ragged stone Dom Diego wretched ▪ lyes Geneuras hate exiled him yet louing her hee dies This homely tumbe is all my helpe to bring my death to light This must record my faithfull loue and show my Ladies spight In time I trust some forrest Pan or wandring pilgrime may Peruse my woes and to my swéete this sowre message wray To saue my faithfull boone vnbroke to show my seruice iust My souereignes scorne with face of faith her treason cloakt with trus◠Me wretched Dom Diego forst before my time to die My bones vnburied by this tumbe makes proofe it is no lie And now good death with spéede diuorce my soule from lothed life My ioyes are worne my pleasures past my peace is chaung'd to strife I sée no meane of quiet rest but onely death by thée Then spare them death whom pleasure hauntes vse thy force on me ▪ Dom Diego hauing for the space of 22. monethes thus liued an exiles life onely accōpanied with sorrow wretchednes and miserie which comfortlesse cōpanions no one houre forsooke him it chaunced that Dom Roderico a speciall friend of his had occasion to trauel into Gascoine and as hée iourneyed in the desart forrest whereof this wretched louer was made frée citizen he mist of his way in the end finding out Dom Diegos homely caben of whom he demaunded the way to Barcelone hauing his aunswere as he departed hée espied in a corner of his cotage two faire saddles vppon the one of them was ingrauen this Poesse in Spanish Que brantare la fe es causamuy fea To violate faith is a thing detestable Dom Roderico reading this poesse called to remembraunce how that his frend Dom Diego in al his deuises vsed the same to be short he so handled the matter as the hermite whō hée knewe not so was hée ouergrowne with haire and worne with woe confessed himselfe to be Dom Diego his friend taking him a side hée deliuered the whole cause of his exile Dom Roderico séeing this foster louers miserable estate vowed with what possible speede hée could to worke his remedie who for more haste forsooke his iourney and returned home vnto his owne castle At his comming home making no semblaunce of his knowledg hée roade to the place where fayre Geneuora with her mother soiourned of purpose to learne what new gallant had wooed her and finting him to bée a yonge gentleman of Biskaye who shortly after by her owne consent was minded to steale her away Dom Roderico so cunningly coyned with Geneuoras Page who wholy knew his mystresse secretes that he certainly learned the night of these louers departure The same night accompanied with ix or x. Gentlemen his cōpanions and friends he laye in waite for this Biskayne louer his Lady who about x. or a xi of the clocke only accompanied with two or thrée gentlemen his companions came merely on their way Roderico so soone as he saw the instrument of Dom Diegos miserie set spurres vnto his horse with speare in Rest so rudely welcomed this Biskayne that for all his coate of plate hée pearst through both his sides The souldiers of this amorous captaine séeing their maister thus infortunately slaine and waying their vnable force to incounter with Dom Rodericos cōpany saued thēselues by flight left woofull
Whose sightly shape so sore my heart did heate That soone I shund those streames my selfe to saue But scorching sighes so set mée in a sweate That loe I pine to please my péeuish will And yet I fréese with frostes of chilling feare Thus in extremes I liue and languish still Without reléefe my restlesse woes to weare I blame the bathe as bruer of my bale To giue mée dregges when others drinke delight Thus to the streames I tell a senselesse tale Time to beguile when absence spittes her spite But now perforce I sue to thée swéete wench With teares I pleade for pittie and for ruth But if thou scornst my scorched heart to quench Doe but commaunde and death shall trie my truth This blemish then by thée the bathe shall gett Which many one to health hath helpt of yore A meane to mashe men in dame beauties nett And can not giue a salue to cure their sore Which if you shame then say no more but soe I yéeld to loue those woordes will ease my woe The louer to his Ladie in Durance ABandon care from daintie breast bewaile no more your fate For why the Gods to pittie dreast will chaunge his stormie state And graunt you ioy at your desire though rancor rage like Aetna fire Her aunsweare THe prouerbe saith whilst grasse doth growe ▪ For want of foode the stéede doth sterue So hope perplext with pining woe From reasons lore so oft doth swerue That dyre despaire doth winne the forte Where hope for succour should resorte A description of Ielousie A Fearefull thought which neuer doth remoue But when in armes hée holdes his heartes delight A wrangling hate where once was passing loue Oft cold with hope yet neuer quenched quite More cleare in sightes then woordes this woe is séene Sowne by suspect but rooted with debate Wacht with mistrust whilst that the eare is gréene Through ripe mowne downe with syth of mortall hate Is ielousie To a disdainfull Dam. DIsdainful dame why didst thou scorne the wight that wisht thée wel May péeuish pride a harbour haue where beautie doth excell No rascall here did séeke to sport or ioyne with gentle race Though hautie lookes thy forme except were showne in basest place The haggard gill despiseth oft to pray on princely fowle To straggle out at carren crowe and checke with vglie Owle Thy gadding trickes pursues her trade with vauntage in defect Haile fellowe mett with basest sort the best thou dost detect Beléeue how that thy forme was framde by fonde Narcissus glase Dame beauties giftes full fickle are and fade as doth the grasse Thy goulden haires to hoarie graie will chaunge their glittering hue Thy Lays life and luring lookes no doubt thy bane will brue Thy face so fresh in prime of youth will wrinkled be with age Then taunting tongue from scorneful nipps dame nature will assuage Thy mountaine breasts which beares such bredth thy pride in princely gate Thy graces al in tracte of time wil chaunge their former state Then shalt thou féele the force of scorne what fruites frō pride procéede The Ace of hartes will haunt the stocke thy chiefest helpe at néede The louer in praise of his Ladie APelles O thou famous Greeke Thy praise vnto my eares doth sounde Since thou so farre abroade didst séeke In countries through the world so rounde Till thou hadst drawen forth Venus shape Whose beautie past Syr Paris rape O that thy fortune had béene such To light whereas my Lady liues Whose glistering beautie is so much As to thinke on my heart it ryues For Venus shée doth passe as farre As doth the Sunne each shyning starre Eche gift which nature could deuise By arte my Ladie E retaynes A sacred head which to surmise The trueth all other farre it staines Her haires bée of so glistering hewe As gold they stayne to outward vewe Her christall eyes her sugred tongue From whence such pleasaunt wordes do floe That lyking binds both old and younge The ground to loue where shée doth goe ▪ Her cherrie chéekes so fresh of hewe Her veynes much like to Azurs blewe Her Rubie lippes her snowish necke Her proper chin her christall breast Her pleasaunt veynes whose pappes do decke Her comely corpes so finely preast Her slender armes with milke white hands Would catch the Gods in Cupids bands Her other partes so finely wrought Doe passe my wittes for to recite For why it séemde dame Nature sought In Court eche gorgious gearle to spite When first of mould shée did her frame Shée is so beautifull a dame Noe maruell though the Graecian king Did shape his course through fishfull floud From hatefull Troy his wife to bring Or els in Phrygia leaue his bloud If halfe such beautie in Hellen were As is in this my Ladie faire If Briseis beautie were so bright Her comely syces so exceld None may blame Achilles flight When raging loue his heart compeld To leaue his Lord amid his foes A salue to search to cure his woes Nor yet Vlysses none may blame Though frencie hée himselfe did faine Because without reprochfull shame Hée would avoide the Graecian traine The which to Troy their course did shape To fetch againe Syr Paris rape If that the beautie equall were Of chaste Penelope his wife To match with this my Lady rare For whom I hazard would my life Amid a troupe of Troyans fell My fancie shée doth féede so well An aunswere to a Gentlewoman by loue constrained to sue to him whom of late she scorned NIe driuen to death by raging loue reuiu'de by happie meanes I smile you séeke the earst you scornd with those your siluer streames Now time performes my words proue true when as I was your thrall Your sugred ioyes in flowting mée would turne to bitter gall Else not the name of Goddesse iust dame Venus doth deserue Unlesse her seruauntes shée aduaunce and makes her foes to sterue Your scalding sighes let witnes bée what sorrowes I sustainde When as with pitious plaintes I shewd the panges that most mée painde But thou spronge vp of Tygers séede ingratefull dame I say When as with teares I su'de for grace wouldst smile goe thy way Now let mée laugh a while I pray to sée plungde in paine This is the salue to cure the smart that thou art like to gaine For why the childe but younge once burnt the fierie flame doth dréed So I once bounde and now am frée will tast no louers méed The contemptuous louer finding no grace where hee faithfully fauoureth acknowledgeth his former scorne vsed toward loue to be the onely cause of his miseries IN bondage as I liue attacht with Cupids mace Exilde from ioy bereft of blisse past hope of future grace My selfe is iudge I do deserue Without reliefe in paine to sterue I smilde when I was frée at those which fettred ware But I God wott with beauties baite was caught in Cupids snare When least I thought of such a woe My choise in chaunge was sleating soe But
might These following rules if you imprint in minde Your enuious foes shall pine away with spite First choose a friend whose wordes in workes you finde With courtesie a straunger intertaine But louing sutes cutt off with chaste disdaine Thinke sâ—gred wordes as Syrens songes do wound All is not gold in sight that sémeth gay In carelesse trust is euer treason sound Then shunne the baites that philed tongues do lay With proude reuenge racke not your yéelding foe Lest nettels doe amonge swéete flowers groe Mount with your minde by Uertue to the skies Uaile yet your eares the mysers mone to heare From all extreames in spite of enuies spies In calme delight your dayes so shal you weare Thus souereigne ends your sausie pesaunts songe Accept it well or else you do him wronge Epilogus LOe Ladies heare if you can vse it well An Arbour fenst from burning fire and frost A place it is where pride shall neuer dwell Nor fortune worke a mase doe shée her worst A place wherein the worthie dame should liue Whom no extreame may change from vertuous thought Euen such a place my Muse faire dames doth giue To you the which with double toile is wrought Here may you sée by lampes of others liues A president to liue in worthie name Here may you sée when death your dayes depriues In spight of death remembraunce of your fame Virescit vulnere virtus The Ortchard of repentance Wherein is reported the miseries of dice the mischiefes of quarelling and the fall of prodigalitie Wherein is discouered the deceits of all sortes of people Wherein is reported the souden endes of foure notable Cousiners With diuers other discourses necessarie for all sortes of men The whole worke the inuention and collection of George Whetstons Gent. Formae nulla fides am nothing dismayde with such nyce findfaultes misliking Suffiseth me if the learned and wel disposed take my paines in worth among the which I chiefly seeke to please your worship the authoritie of whose patronage will both defende and commend my trauell desiring you to take it as a testimonie of the faithfull zeale I beare towardes you and being incouraged with your fauourable acceptancu I will not faile God willing to enterprise some worke that shall better deserue your countenance content the reader and commend my paines From my longing in Holborne where I dayly pray for the prosperous health and hap both of you and your good Lady The 15. of October 1576. Your worships most bounden G. Whetstons The honest minded mans aduentures his largesse and his farewell to the world A worke discouering the subtilties of all sortes of men REpyne not friends to view the forme of scorne Skew not to sée a figure fresh of ruth A crooked péece with withered age for worne In drouping dayes whome beggâ—riâ— pursuth A sorrie crop for séede of all his youth Who moylde who toyld who gaped after gaine When losse ensude a poore reward for paine 2 Though straunge at first my tale may séeme in sight Yet wisely wayde the cause appeareth playne Why backward hap my foreward hope did quite Why losse I found where I did looke for gayne Why pouertie I reapt in lue of paine For trye who list and he by proofe shall sée With honest myndes the world will hardly grée 3 Which of it selfe a kingdome is of sinne The deuill is prince whose pomp doth neuer fade Deceite and Craft his chiefest counsellers bin Extortion foule his treasurer is made Couetousnesse is merchant of his trade Uile Usurie his racking rents doth rake As auditour account doth Briberie take 4 Within his court these vipers beareth sway First false suspect high chamberlain they call Who raps theÌ„ down which mount by honest way Disdaine controuls the wightes which be in thral Then grudge the garde doth place them in the hal Mistrust and spight doth dayly watch and ward And malice is the captaine of the garde 5 Enuie and Hate the presence doore doth kéepe Which eluish elfes dame Uertue still deryde Or if she knocke the sottes will be a sléepe Next to the diuel the court doth Lecherie guyde On whom attends dame Pleasure Lust Pryde What office beares the Glutton with the rest Or drunken sot to shewe it were a iest 6 Debate and strife the coastes doth dayly scowre Well meaning mynds to sée they do repyne Though Fortune laugh the world on theÌ„ doth lowre Her subiects sléepe and snore like fatted swyne When hunger sterude with want the vertuous pyne No wonder though they leade this lothsome life For worldly rule with vertue is at strife 7 But I too long do tyre you with this tale To wray the rule the worldly wretches haue Who bath in blisse when others boyle in bale Who do commaund when others gladly craue Yet shame and all they leaue to fill their graue I ment and meane to shewe his ouerthrowe Whose honest mynd became his chiefest foe 8 I first by cost did séeke in court to mount A néedefull helpe in court to purchase grace But fowly short I fell vpon account I quite forgot to flatter and to face The thrall to scorne the best for to imbrace I su'â— I seru'd I did attendance daunce And still I thought desart would me aduaunce 9 I lookt aloft and brau'd it with the best The charge mine owne no countnance did I lacke Whilest pence were ryfe I was a welcome guest I ayded those whom spitefull scorne did sacke Which one aduaunst were first that threwe me backe With conges kynde the gallants would me gréefe With cap and knée the meaner did me méete 10 The sneaking curres by bryberie layd a traine A myle to catch before they fell the crumbes I thought desart perforce would fasten gaine On me which gape but gained nought but plumbes For former graunts still nickt me oore the thumbes The drawlatch thriu'd my selfe who helpt to grace As well as he which bare the proudest face 11 Ne enuide I of either part the thrift Since Fortune smylde vpon the silly sot I thought aloft no doubt she would me lift So spent in hope for feare I spared not By cost I sayd that worship still was got But I so long did spende vpon the store That all was gone then could I spend no more 12 Then countnance straight with sower face did frowne And credite next began to slip aside Disdaine and spight with spéede then threwe me downe In this distresse whom earst I helpt I tryde Who gaue good words but no reliefe applyde Thus quight forsooke I in the briers stucke And cryde perforce a vengance of yll lucke 13 I thought mishap my fortune did withstand And méere good hap to others gaine assignde I little thought that Item in the hand Remembrance was a friend in court to finde Or some for some could leade a stately mynde Ne flatterie I did feare should be prefarde Ere seruice true had reapt his full rewarde 14 I could not thinke the
their turnes stricke not to play the Bée Scorne not for gaine in age to holde the doore They once were yong that were your bandes before 101 And now my larges giuen farewel foule guile Farewel O world no wile shal make me rich My mynd abhorres welth won by falshoodes vyle To mount by fraud I loth such loftie pitch I can not scratch the harmelesse ere they itch If due desart proude Flatterie pyneth still I list not fawne play hypocrite that will. 102 Fare wel fare wel O world farewel againe Thou now God wot froÌ„ wonted course doest réele The clergie once in preaching tooke great paine Whose words in works bare witnes of their zeale Most now in words but few in workes reueale They teach with toung when thought on tything is O wicked world thy wealth is cause of this 103 O world accurst in court thou settest pryde Whose mynions are fraude flatterie and disdaine They pyne desart before his truth be tryde They forge offened well meaning mindes to staine They cast at al yet sildome lose amaine Wo worth the world thy brauerie works the wracke Of such in court as well deserue and lacke 104 The souldier stout foreséeing small reliefe For seruice doone if spoyled honre he comes As forst to play no souldier but the théefe When fortune fits to gather vp his crumbes For once at home poore store of pence he thumbes O world thy wealth with rulers worketh so As what they haue they hardly will forgo 105 The lawe first made to wéede out wrongs for right To yeald amends vnto the poore opprest â—s wrested nowe for fauour or for spight Nowe monie so corrupts the Lawyers breast That daying is for poore mens suits the best Yea such effects in worldly muche doth lurke As iudges harme where helpe they ought to worke 106 Fine fare and slouth discases strange do bréede And grieued wights will spare no cost for ease But golden fées so doth Physicians féede As séelde or nere they rich mens paines appease With drinks and drugs they still do them displease O wicked world thy welth first wrought their grief Thy wealth againe doth hinder their reliefe 107 Desire of gaine make offices so heape As solde they be not giuen who best deserues Who buyeth deare séelde thriues by selling cheape Who wrongeth yet from honest getting swerues No force for that fewe nowe such course obserues Thus pelfe O world first makes the Doner foule To leauie mendes the Done néedes must poule 108 Each pleasant paine each swéete inticing sowre O world thou workst our wanton yeres to witch And not content we should our selues deuour But churles thou sett'st to clawe vs ere we itch Thou burnst the byrde and bastes the bacon stitch O spiteful world thou hap frank harts dost grutch And grieuest churles by giuing of too much 109 The merchant once bent all his care to seas In forreine soyle he sought desired gaine Then was his toyle to common wealth an ease And he deseru'd his wish in lye of paine But nowe at home he findes a swéeter vaine Sance venter nowe he will in wealth abound Foule fall the wight this second trade that found 110 The reachlesse héede youthes haue in large expence To flaunt it out their cost no care to thriue Inticeth churles with shewe of good pretence In prime of pride their maintnance to depriue For lymed once small bootes the wrong'd to striue Right Cousners haue such helps friends at néede As struange it is to sée how â—leare they spéede 111 Thy pryde O world doth bréede such wanton thought As most men nowe receiue dame Venus hyre To stoupe faire dames such sharp assaults are sought Such proffers large such wiles to winne desire As wonder t' is what fortes are set on fire Who sinneth not is such a gnawing bone To raise this siege that fewe will throwe a stone 112 Fye on the world fye on thy soule deceites Fye on thy fraude thy flatterie and thy pryde Fye on thy shifts thy subtilties and sleites Fye on thy cloakes thy filthy crimes to hyde Adieu adieu I can thée not abyde And thee O God for euermore I laude For kéeping me vntainted so with fraude 113 For though I haue consumd my dayes in thral Now death drawes néere my couÌ„t is quickly made And well I wot death doth all sorts appall The prince the poore yea men of euery trade Who lewdly liues with recknings huge is lade Thus worldlings griefe where mine doth eb doth flowe A sorrie swéete to end with sowre woe 114 Through conscience I féele no thought of hell I conquer'd haue of dreadful death the feare Where is thy sting where doth thy furie dwell Where is thy force O Death wher is thy speare Assault say I that with my Christe I were I ready am both euening noone and morne The diuell the world and all their works I scorne Lenuoy 115 YOu worldlings chiefe to you this tale I tell God graunt my words be to your woundes a leache The fruites of fraude vntold you knowe too well Yea better then my naked Muse can teach But to this end this dririe plaintes I preach That hencefoorth you to getting haue such eye As you may liue as though you dayly dye 116 And least the lewde should wrest my worde amis I do exempt the good of euery trade The which I trust will not repine at this To shew thy praise this checking verse was made The Clergie first at whome a glaunce I had Of them there be great store of preachers good To shewe the truth that will not spare their blood 117 There are in court that liue in worthy fame And well deserue renoune and credite both Some officers will take no bribes for shame Some laweyers are to sowe dissention loth And citizens with whome I séemde so wroth I néedes must graunt how so my Muse did square Of euery trade a number honest are 118 The souldier now whom I do honour much How so I toucht their faults that do offend I graunt we haue of noble souldiers such As maimes to fame that will those vices shend I blame none such the rest I wish amend Physicians good as many sure there be Will not repine the lewde reprou'd to sée 119 How so I toucht some scriueners faults at quicke There are of those I knowe of honest fame Such haue no cause against my Muse to kicke Nor yet the lewde that wisely weyes the same I blase abuse yet touch no creatures name Yea to be shore â—â—ypt no foot of men That truly can wâ—th malice charge my pen. Veritas non querit angulos G.W. opinion of trades as touching gaine written to his especiall friend maister R.C. MIne owne good friend â–ª since thou so faine wouldst know What kynde of trade doth yeald the surest gaine My iudgement now of some I meane to showe And after toyle which quiteth best thy paine The merchant he which cuts the mounting seas With
credite had I none Yet liue I must néede doth obey no lawe To worke for wealth yet wiâ—t I not the way The scourge for sinne did kéepe mée still in awe I durst not steale for feare of Tyborne play â–ª And other shiftes I knewe not to assay But to be short to soone to soone t' was knowne My will was good to take more then mine owne Then wily mates whose subtile eyes did sée In yonkers states and markt their youthfull vaine Made choice of mee the Instrument to bée In wanton trackes vnwayed youthes to traine Their wiles my wishe so swéete was speach of gaine My tongue was good my manhoode had in price My life was lewde I knewe and vsde eche vice Companion fitt for rufflers nowe adayes Whose wills rule witt and rage doth reason yoke Of which I searcht a crue of thriftlesse strayes Whom lewdly I to lewdnes did prouoke They bi tt my baite but other did them choke I bore the name when others layde the bane The shame was mine and others gleande the gaine But Oh I sigh to wray what wrought my thrall O Plasmos nowe I swoone through thought of thée I must confesse the goad that did the gall Was too too sharpe for friendship thine so frée I turnde my coate ere thou couldst fettered bée My wanton toyes could hardly thée intrap My falsed trust aye mée wrought thy ill hap And must I shewe wherein I was iniust Shame sayes conceale my conscience wil not soe I was a friend whose treason quited trust A counseller lewde that wrought my clientes woe Where I was lou'd I hated saue in shoe Yea twise accurst for mucke his life I sought Whose bloud and good for me hée ventred oft I forged déedes when fayled frée consent I rased roules to mend what hast did marre I put in vre what coemates mine inuent My woordes were graue as firme my friendship ware And yet forsooth to showe what mould I bare I prou'de it true how Cito ad suam Redierint res fictae naturam For though my wéedes foreshewde a settled minde God knowes my woorkes my wanton humour wraide The wyser sort my follies soone did finde They sawe full well my fancies were not staide Yet Plasmos hée of fraude was not afraide And truth to tell I baynde him with such baite As hardly hée could smell out my deceite Wise officers my falsehoode yet suspect To purchase land they thought my store to small And all to late to Plasmos they detect As they supposde I sought to worke his thrall Their sorrie newes did nip him to the gall Who like a man of hope of helpe dismayde Reportes the trust through which I him betraide Our foule deceite amas'de the hearers much They Plasmos wild from greement kept aloofe That open shame our villanies might tuch Our falles would be a warning of behoofe Our fraude thus found before it came to proofe What course were best should wée confesse our fault Noe noe wée ment to bide the first assault In euery Court our cousenages did ring â–ª Which bouldly wée vppon our othes denide For wée that dar'd commit so foule a thing Uppon our othes ne cared though wée lyde Yet durst wée not abide till trueth were tride In couseners clyffes wée feard sol fa to chaunt Howe so wée séemde on honestie to vaunt Yea wretched I that bore the blame of all Peccaui soung through pricke of conscience griefe How others scapt I sawe my shamefull fall I mou'de my mates to salue our great mischiefe In time or wée should suffer much repreafe But they that vsde their â—onâ—enage in my name If worst befell knewe I â—hould bide the shame To make amends would neuer yéeld consent What should I doe still Plasmos shot at mee False Frenos yet the mischiefe did inuent I plowde the lande the profite reaped hée Hée bounde me so saunce him I could not grée And thus through néede which I to show abhorre Against my will looke what hée would I swore Our cousenage knowen our likelyhoode of paine My earnest sute to some good end to growe Once mou'd him not to leaue ill gotten gaine Hée neuer blusht in conscience nor in showe But craft on craft hée layde to heape our woe T' ware straunge to heare the wealthy friends hée found Which ioynde with him to make our fraude séeme sound And boulstred thus for slaundring vs with truth Our actions huge poore Plasmos ouerlayde Wée knewe in néede friends faild the more the ruth Thus double wrong'd his huge distresses waide To cleare his land good store of coyne hée paide Least share whereof in faith to mée did fall Yet of this end I was the glad'st of all From open shame my selfe I iudged frée I tooke no héede to salue my conscience gall But God that doth all secrete dealinges sée Prouided whippes to scourge our sinnes withall And I that bare the blame of Plasmos thrall As sure I was the instrument of it The first man was that God with vengeaunce smit My onely child which should haue had the land With Plasmos bloud that faine I would haue bought Not sicke in sight first dyed out of hand Which heauie hap distempered so my thought As straight I was into a quarterne brought Whose frosen fittes brought downe my youthfull pride Do what I could it held mée till I dide A house I kept till I to cousening fell But loe beguilde euen with mine owne deceite My house I left and did in corners dwell To lay mée vp â–ª still Plasmos lay in waite Sometimes I was caught with a Sergeaunts baife And through a grate Presta quesimus sounge With care on care thus daily was I stounge I that sometime had wily witt good store As one bestrackt forgot what late I spake For all my cheates still was I very poore My friends did faile none would relieue my lacke On euery side I wretched went to wracke Yea Frenos he that drue the cousening plott Deuourde the gaine and gaue mée neuer a iott Two yeares well nie I liued in this woe God wot not worth the ground whereon I went And when I thought my ioyes againe would flowe Unhappie I that Plasmos murder ment Unto such ire the hie Iehoua bent That ah in stéede of drinke my thrist to slake I poyson dronke my timelesse ende to make Sée couseners sée my present lothsome state Loe here the ende of all my wanton race Behold the man that was so frolicke late A leaper foule in body legges and face At point of death cryes out to God for grace A warning fayre a mirror full of mone For greedie churles a bone to gnawe vppon Amende in time before Gods wrath you sturre Beware by mée false Frenos and the rest Quod diffeertur be sure non aufertur Unlesse euen from the bottome of your breast You both repent and to amends are preast Loe here my tale and life will haue an ende God
Our worldly mindes from loue of worldlie ioyes But if wée still will wallowe in our sinne The plagues are sharpe with which he vs destroyes To stay whose wrath I hould the next way is While wée haue space to sorrowe our amis Death comes God wot euen like a myching théefe With conscience cleare some wardes his wily blowe And some againe hee gawls with soudaine gréefe Whose thoughtes of sinne doth worke their double woe Had I but wayde the halfe that now I wray My coemates endes had made mée fitt for death But that is past this is my onely stay Gods mercie salues at latter gaspe of breath And yet thereof let no man hope to farre Presumptious sinnes of all the greatest are The reporter It séemeth by the deposition in Caphos complaint that the direction from time to time as concerning the afore reported cousenage came from some subtile head But whose deuise or direction soeuer it were there is yet an other a lawyer it séemeth by the order of his complaint that findes his conscience infected with Lyros Frenos and Caphos fellowship who likewise attached with death you may suppose with a troubled minde to wreast out this following complaint Pimos complaint at the houre of his death AYe mée quoth hée the case is altered quite My wylie skill that chaungde the sense of lawe My cunning Pleas that made a wronge seeme right Are nowe the bones whereon my conscience gnawe They force mée graunt the good from euill I knewe The good I left the euill too late I rue The common lawe the which I studied longe I finde condemnes mée wretch of many a crime The lawe it selfe how so we wreast it wronge Of God his lawe was founded in the prime Then since in one they both agrée in troth Abuse of one must be abuse of both And sure the one I turned as I list If I were wrong'd the lawe amends could make If I did wronge â–ª the lawe such power mist The case was chang'de the wronged might go packe Such helpes I had such quillets of delay That all séemde true that subtile I did say But now I am attached to appeare Afore a Iudge at no mannes faultes that winkes The diuell declares how I haue liued here My conscience guilt giues euidence me thinkes To learne the lawe sith studie I did vowe For breach of lawe I am indited nowe Before my God mée séemes I charged am For ayding those with credite coyne and skill Whose lewde deceites deserued whippes of shame And that to make me guiltie of their ill Consentientes your lawe sayth Ioâ—e doth say Et agentes plectentur pari pena My guiltie minde confesseth streight the act False Frenos fraud was boulstered vp by mée Condemnde of this streight comes an other fact I wronged men against all equitie When lawe doth say Hoc facias alteri In right and wronge quod vis tibi sieri This bitter doome giuen by the doome of lawe Mae sinnefull wretch as guiltie striketh mute The men I wrong'd within my conscience gnawe â–ª I spared none through pittie nor through sute What lawe did giue since I for vauntage tooke In breach of lawe should I for fauour looke O noe I must in proper person pleade Plaine not guiltie or guiltie of the crime No forreine Plea may now delayaunce bréede Untrauerst goes the Venu and the time No aduocate or letters here may serue The Iudge is bent to iudge as I deserue I guiltie am I must of force confesse By ignoraunce these faultes yet would I scuse But I vile I that had men in distresse And did their Pleas of ignoraunce refuse Mee thinkes that God doth rule mée ore with this Non excusat ignorantia iuris And thus I lye with deadly sicknes pinde Yea more my soule beseng'd with sinnefull gréefe The more I séeke to pacifie my minde The further off I wretched finde reléefe My dealinges great or rather great deceite Fall out so lewde as I no count can streight Do what I can the cause that causde my ioy When fleshe and bloud was fedde with worldly gaine Is nowe the cause that causeth my annoye Now feare of hell in place of fleshe doth raigne The soule and fleshe impugnes the other so As what likes one doth worke the others wâ—e What meane wée then sith th' one wée must displease To serue the flesh that beares no lasting sway And leaue the soule that couets still our ease Who foyling flesh in heauen doth liue for aye What worser match can any creature make Incerta then pro certis thus to take O sinfull wreth had I this ende foreséene I had not nowe come short vpon account I would haue lik't and lou'd the merrie meane Which euer doth to reckoning best amount For violents do sildome long indure They alwayes come from fortune most vnsure O wicked man had I séene heauen in thought Had I seru'd God like as in shewe of zeale I had not thus for poore mens liuings sought Nor purchast hell for lande for others weale Had I well wayde how tickle was my life I had ere this appeasd my conscience strife Or had I thought O most vnhappie wight Looke what I gaue that measure should I reape I sure had giuen to euery man his right This wicked world had not luld me asleape I had not then bene carelesse of my end My soule had watcht deathes furie to defend But oh in me the contrarie was plaste I was intyste on baytes of sinne to feede Which charm'd receits séemde suger swéete in taste But oh they say sweete meate sowre sauce doth néede Néede or not néede I proue the prouerbe true My brittle ioyes my endlesse woes do brue My conscience loathes what liked well my life My conscience rues the gaine I got by guile My conscience féeles the woes of wrangling strife My conscience wéepes at that my life did smile My conscience bléedes through that life thought a blisse My conscience wailes what life thought not amisse Well sith my life this wretched woe hath wrought Would God my life nay death through foule abuse Were noted so as all men might be taught By scriptures rule their talents here to vse And specially about their studies wall For lawyers héed would God were writ my fall Through sight whereof no doubt they would refuse To fish for gaine with nets of foule deceit To worke delayes they would no pleadings vse They sure would thinke they had account to straight My vexed mynde at death still in their eye Would will them liue as they did dayly dye If to such good my souden fall would proue Would life would last to tell a larger tale But how it proue in vaine for life I moue Death nowe assaults and wretched I must vale My breath doth fade the bell doth sound away From whence I came I néedes must turne to clay The reporters conclusion as touching the report of Paulus Plasmos aduentures and Lyros Frenos Caphos
by this time the open ayre hath purged it but if before this time I my selfe am infected it smally helpes to throwe away this poore braunch and so your counsel is out of season and yet for the same I courteously thancke you Well quoth Frizaldo snuffinge at this aunsweare you were best to perfecte your delighte to weare a Rose with your Rosemarie meaninge the first letters of those two flowers aunsweared her louers name Roberto Rinaldo These woordes stroake poore Giletta dead and yet shée pretily dissemblinge her knowledge of Frizaldoes minde found out meanes to cutte off those crosse speaches with argumente that méetely well contented him But poore wench so soone as shée was bestowed alone in her Chamber solitarinesse wroughte a freshe remembraunce of Frizaldoes doubtfull woordes but yet after shee had a space bewayled her Fortunes shée wisely entered into the consideration of her owne estate and waying howe greatly that Frizaldo was fauoured of her friendes and on the contrarie parte Rinaldo of small accompte shée concluded to please all her friendes and contente both her louers to vse this policie Frizaldo whom shee smally esteemed shée mente to féede with courteous delayes Rinaldo whom in déede shée honoured shée determined in heart to loue and in showe to hate thinking by this meanes that she should extinguish quench Frizaldos ielous suspicion which in very déede contraried her imagination For although he liked Gilettas intertaynment yet hee continually feared her affection towardes Rinaldo yea hée eyed her with such mistrust as that shée could hardly finde occasion to acquainte her Rinaldo with this deuise notwithstanding hopinge of fauourable time to execute her purpose shée continued her fained good will towards Frizaldo but Rinaldo shée would neither sée send nor write vnto Who wonderinge at this insolencie and straungenes althoughe hée had hardly recouered his empayred health yet hée aduentured abroade to learne the cause of this soudaine alteration But his ouermuch temeritie and makinge hast herein had wroughte wofull waste of his life had not God wonderfully saued him For repayringe vnto the place of his wonted ioy and accustomed comforte hée found his mystresse dallying with a fresh gallant On him shée would not vouchsafe to looke Yea if on occasion hée saluted her by the name of his mystresse very disdainfulâ—y and scornefully or not at all shée aunsweared him On him shée frowned with a curst countenaunce On his enimie shée fleared with a delightsome fauour with him shee would not speake with his enimie shée continually talked Which vnfriendly welcome was far worse God wot to Rinaldo then his late sicknes But worst of al he digested the report of the Courtiers who inferring on their familiaritie gaue out for certainty that Segnior Frizaldo should marie with mystres Giletta These newes poore Rinaldo was like ynough to credite himselfe seing such apparaunte proofe thereof yea hée credited them so farre as hée could not away with any thought of hope In so much that scorning both Courte and companie as one forsaken of himselfe hée forthwith went vnto his chamber wheras passionately discoursinge on his harde Fortunes which plaint hée powdred with a thousand sighes by chaunce hée fastned his eye on the Iewel which Giletta had bestowed on him and with litle lust reading the posie thereof supposinge she had falsified her vowe toucht with the proofe of his wretchednes hée forthwith wrote these vnder written Uerses For faithfull loue the hate I finde in lue My vowe performde the false of her behest The small reward I reape for seruice true Her ioy to sée mée plunged in vnrest Doth force mée say to finde an ende of paine O fancie die thou féedest hope in vaine I sue for grace shée smyles to sée my smart I pleade for peace shée séekes to sowe debate My sowre her swéete my griefe doth glad her hart I fawne shée frownes I loue and shée doth hate Sith soe I say to finde an ende of paine O fancie die thou féedest hope in vaine Starue thou desire which kéepeth life in loue And so my thought from showring woe shall cease But loue aliue while fancie hope may moue A lyuing death my sorrowes will increase Wherefore I say to finde an ende of paine O fancie die thou féedest hope in vaine My fancies dead I end of woes should finde My eyes nay seas God wot of brackish teares Would leaue to loue whom loue hath made so blinde My thorned thoughtes no more should foster feares But oh aye mée for to proroge my paine My fancies liue and féedeth hope in vaine Doe what I can I pray on plighted troth A simple thinke shée will not breake this bonde I vowe to loue I will not false my othe But ah I finde her false and I too fonde Wherefore good death at once delay my paine My fancies liue and féedeth hope in vaine Roberto Rinaldo Unto these Uerses Rinaldo set a very sollem note and the nighte following hée bestowed himselfe vnder Gilettas chamber windowe where playing on his lute hée very mournefully sounge this passionate inuentioÌ„ of purpose like vnto the Swanne that sings before her death to bid his mystresse adieu for euer Good Giletta hearing this sorrowfull farewell much lamented her seruants estate yet durst shée not at that instant any wayes comfort him The cause was Segnior Frizaldo was then in her chamber who knew very well that it was Rinaldo that with his sollem musicke saluted mystresse Giletta yea hée knew by the ouer often chaunging of her couler how notwithstanding her dissimulation she greatly sorrowed Rinaldos distresse and therefore he thought best during his discomforture by some slye policie at once to ouerthrow him with distrust and vntil the execution of this treachery he thought best to giue him this bone to gnaw vppon First to shew his credite to be admitted into her chamber at that time of the night Next to proue his authoritie hée called Giletta by the name of his subiect Who duetifully aunswered him with the title of her souereigne which done quoch hée looking out of the window it is for you sake faire Lady wée are presented with this swéete musicke although your vnknowen welwiller maketh show of the sorrowes hée suffers not yet courtesie wills you to intercept his paines with thankes Poore Rinaldo hearing Frizaldos tongue made no stay for Gilettas thankes but returning to his chamber as one that had foregone his senses a while in sighes he vttered his plainte And after his sorrowe was somewhat eased quoth hée alas good Giletta thy exchaunge is very hard to leaue to be Rinaldos mystresse to become Frizaldos subiect But Rinaldo worse is thy hap that thou must serue her that is subiect to thy mortal enimie thy thraldome is intollerable thy tornients without end with violent death dispatch both thy seruitude and sorrowes so shalt thou force them to pittie that now triumphe at thy miseries In this sort Rinaldo continually raged at his fortunes Well how euer Rinaldo fared