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

fulfill with my power and might All thing requisite to thy mortuarye And after all is done by custom and right I shall yeild my selfe to death tributarie Suing thy fearefull trace for sooth I shal not tary But among other in deathes wofull daunce Following next thy hond as is my fatall chaunce In whose felowship or whose comitiue Might I better passe that painefull iourney Than in his whom I loued most on liue And also he tarryeth for me I dare well say Wherefore sith his partner was alway Of pleasure I shall take part of his payne Death shall not vs disseuer thus in twayne And anon with that her chere she gan to turne Her eyne in weping ran like showrs ofrayne Till she had wash'd the hart filling the vrne By the stilling water of her eyne twaine And after she had ceas'd weeping againe Beholding the hart againe with deadly chere With sobbing voice she saide as ye shall here O ioyfull hart ô amiable mirrour Now lacks there nought required of duty Vnto deadly fine and funerall honour Saue only this that I might follow thee But for it seemith that death disdaineth mee I shall therefore my selfe with violent force Disseuer my spirit fro his wofull corse Alas my wofull penne sorroweth to write That lamentable end of this Tragedy Who couth without weeping this matter indite To se so faire a creature dy so wretchedly Of beauty surmounting and well of curtesy Shee tooke alas the viole with the potion That she had made afore dranke vp the poyson After she had dronke that pestiferous drought Desunt nonnulla So came he in with pale affrighted chere Saying sweete Sismond be of good sembland If ye thus mourne it will bring mee to dispaire Thus he supposed to loose her of her band With his wordes of cōfort but death was at hand Crampesing her limes and gone was her sight Yet she answered againe her fader as she might And saide Tancrede bestow better if thou can Thy tears for they stand mee in no effect Thou resemblest him that first slew the man And after him repenting sore bewept Had it not be better him to haue kept Thy sorrowfull doughter with ioy then liuing At hir owne pleasure secretly a man louing Than to see by thy cruell execution Her hard death to thine endles languor The which death shall bee a direction Giuing open knowledge of this error The which was secret but now the rumor Shall make the thing which was not fully knowen Through all the wide world to bee ouer sowen And in so much shee might no lenger speake Nor throwes of death no lenger would delay She holds the cup till her hart gan to breake Yelding vp her spirit to God euer and aye There was but Alas Alas and welaway Some wept cryed and some fell in sownd It was a piteous sight and a piteous sound The wofull fader so sory in that stound Seing his most ioy in this world ygon He made a great shrike falling to the ground No moe wordes spake he but dead as any stone Thus was there griefe on griefe mone vpō mone Wherefore it hath be spoken long agoe That an hasty creature wanted neuer woe Vpon this Prince thus may be verifyed Which was too hasty and furious certaine Without iudgment causing the man that he dyed Whose cruell death hath his doughter slayne And for her death he tooke such sudden payne He dawed neuer good day but he was dead And all the world wondreth at his folyhede Ensample of this euery wise man take What it is to be cruell in violence And of a secret thing a wonder to make Through hasty ire wanting of prouidence Euery man remember his owne negligence And vice into vertue to plant or to root For truly against loue there is no manner boot For certes it is of true louers the guise When their vexation is most sharpe and sore Then loue they each other in most hartie wise An hundred fold more then they did before Youth will to youth loue will to loue euermore And shortly in my minde this processe to conclude Each thing will draw to his similitude As betwixt these louers plainely did appeare Which were both young and in flowring age For their great trouble they loued better yfeare And passed of death the dreadfull viage Alas the letting of their mariage Was cause of this mischeefe and their fall Lo what it is to be agen spousall Wherefore that prince standeth in great perill That to the law of wedlock nold incline But as a tirant ouer feirce and fell Caused Guistard be put in mortall fine Of whose soule if I should determine I trust to God his faithfull intention Hath furtherd him to his saluation For why he thought none harme of earthly wight But to the will of Sismond did assent Notwithstonding that I trust to God almight Shall be to his soule none impediment For to haue bee maried was their intent Then recken the sorrow shee had withall And great contrition to her end finall That as I trust she is in blesse celestiall As of faith and troth all louers surmounting See was a mirrour vnto women all Example of true and stedfast loue giuing Wherefore I beseech him that is of all thing Lord and gouernour and comfort agen bale Graunt all louers ioy And thus endeth my tale Explicit Guistard and Sismond FINIS THE NORTHREN MOTHERS BLESSING The way of Thrift VVritten nine yeares before the death of G. Chaucer DEVS IMPERAT ASTRIS LONDON Printed by Robert Robinson for Robert Dexter 1597. The Northren Mothers Blessing GOD wold that euery wife that wonnyth in this land Wold teach her doughter as ye shal vnderstand As a good wife did of the North countré How her doughter should lere a good wife to bee For lack of the moders reaching Makes the doughter of euill liuing My leue dere child My doughter gif thou be a wife wisely thou werke Looke euer thou loue God and the holy Kirke Go to Kirke when thou may and let for no rayne And then shall thou fare the bet when thou God has sayn Full well may they thriue That seruen God in their liue My leue dere child Gladly giue thou thy tithes and thine offrings both To the poore at thy gate be thou neuer loath Gif hem of thy good and be not ouer hard Seldom is that house poore there God is steward For that is best I spende That for Gods loue I lend My leeue deere childe When thou sits in the Kirke thy Bedes shalt thou bid Therein make no iangling with friend ne sib Laugh not to scorne no dir old ne young Be of good bering and haue a good tongue For after thy bering So shall thy name spring My leeue dere child Gif any man with worship desire to wed thee Wisely him answere scorne him not what he be And tell it to thy friends and hide thou it nought Sit not by him nor stād not that sin mow

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

ragious minde A ship without anckre lacking sterne also In stormy rage of euery furious winde It is a thing vnstable waning to and fro Semblable now am I one of thoo My doubtfull minde is brought in perplexité And cast fro side to side twixt iustice and pité Furst iustice meueth me to do correction Rewarding euery wight to their desert Some loue some payne with great affliction But faderly pity so stirrith my tender hert That it sufferith mee not see nor aduert Your criminall offence but rather doth it excuse So that twixt both I stand a man confuse And forth with anone he fell to weping As a young infant sore scourged and bett In all worldly pleasaunce reioyced he nothing Sorrow and shame so by the hert him fret Seying nothing thus sat he still and muet Doughter he seyd gif ye will axe mercy To pardon your offence forsooth I am redy But when Sismond saw how her loue Guistard In preson was intreted kept in yron strong That fortune to her also was so cruell and hard To publish her councell that secret was so long With gentilles and rurals it was a commen song That euery man within the country round Spake of the vnhappy Guistard and Sismond Wherefore she plunged so far in pit of sorrow deep That I trow ech hart that gentill is tender If I shuld tel her payne wuld also mone wepe Full oft she wrung her fingers long and slender Seying all wordly pleasaunce here I surrendre For sithence my loue Guistard is iudgid for to dy I will doe the same I thinke not to abye Wherefore ô cursed Fortune with thy double chere All thy great malice wholly I defy Setting no thing by thy deynous daungere Thou shall vs not depart for all thine enuy For our loue togeder shall dwell perseuerantly And turnid to her fader with corage and boldnes Seying as in this booke myne Author doth witnes Tancrede she seyd Fader if I shuld ye call Nother will I denie it nor prey you of fauour The furst it will helpe me nothing at all Sith ye haue full knowledge of my Paramour But for the second to axe grace or succour I will not axe no grace for that in no wise Nor of your grace and fauour aske no benefice So that I knowlich plainly all mine entent My loue is set on Guistard hath be many a day And shal be when my spirit and soule is went From the brotle mansion of this bodies clay If nature would me helpe meane to puruey That I mought execute mine affection and will Yet would I after my deth euer loue him still And if ye thinke this Loue so great a cryme Forsooth the cause thereof was your negligence When in youth and corage my lusty prime The brenning fire of loue with so great feruence Persid myne hert And yet your cruell insolence Would not me suffer for all my great payne After myne husbands deth be marryed againe Hadye well learned the doctrine of prudence Ye wold remember your substance materiall I trow it should be imprinted in your aduertence That you bene made of matter freale and carnall Right so am I your doughter by vertue seminall I am nother of stone yron ne brasse But of flesh and blood more brekill than the glasse Altho your head be white snowid for age Your frosty lims eke be vnweldy and cold The hete ny extinct of your lusty corage Right well ought ye forsooth consider behold How hote is youth with brenning pricking manifold Assayling ech man be he neuer so haute With many a fyry dart and hote brenning assaut Aboue all thing ye shuld haue memory Tho ye haue spent most of your lusty season In arms of knighthoode and of cheualrye Yet shuld ye not foryet as seemis by reason Ease rest and dilicates what great incheason They giue to sterre a man to corage hote feruent As well in crooked age as lusty Iuuent All these occasions I had and many moo By which I meuid was so gretly desirous Borne by Natures course of flesh and blood also Of corage lusty young and amorous Fosterid also in pleasaunce and metes delicious And that that stirred most was my cheife motife The experience therof sith I was a wife But all this is ferre fro your remembrance Ye think not your youth which is past goo Ye may well resemble him in your demeanaunce Which fell into the water with others one or two But after he was deliuerid of his care and wo Thought nothing at all where he had bin beforne His fellows he rebukith laughing them to scorne And if ye haply couth rule your passions Nor set nought by their force and violence Yet mought not my frailté geinst such occasions Make no champarty nor no great defence My hert was not so big to make resistence So at last woundid at last with loues firie launce I was subdued as prisoner to Castle of Pleasaunce Nathelesse with deuour I put my diligence All sklaunders and infamie to auoid and eschew And fortune of her fauour gaue vs assistence Our lusty sport oft tymes for to renew We thought her promise had be stedfast true Blandeshing vs euer with countnaunce and chere As tho the sun of pleasaunce shuld shine euer clere But now I see right wel shee ginneth for to change Sith ye of all our counsell haue plainly notice Such is false fortune ay variant and strange But how ye come to knowledge or in what wise My wit is rude and dull I can it not deuise Whether by experience or by information By force prestigious or some superstition And wold God your knowlech were certain true Not meued ne made by false suggestion Ye wold not then your doughter thus pursue Seing that I erre in mine election Taking no sad guiding or direction But let my reuell ren at the hole chaunce I nas not so fool-hardy without deliberance For I set not my loue ne my fatall intent Of sudden hap as a comen velayne But with deliberation and auisement I gaue my loue to Guistard as my Souerayn And truly to no mo this is certayne Wherefore ye be to blame fader yt semith mee To sey my loue was to ych in like free As to the great repreeue also contriued Which alder first ayen me ye obiect Seing of pleasaunce my ship was ariued In a port that was ignoble and despect I mean that Guistard was pore and deiect Hauing no part of noblesse by discent Which maketh my fault greater after iudgment But as in this ye follow the vnstable vulge Clacking and blasting variant as the winde As fame the flying messenger can diuulge Their rude opinions ignorant and blinde Seing it is a prouerbe sufficient and kinde Hee that is not borne to habundance of good But needy for pouert is not of gentle blood Thus by fond reasons daylie talking they erre Not thinking how fortune fro her vnstable center Plongeth downe Estats fro her