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death_n	grace_n	grant_v	jesu_n	17,298	5	17.5045	5	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16259	Guystarde and Sygysmonde here foloweth the amerous hystory of Guystarde and Sygymonde and of theyr dolorous deth by her father / newly tra[n]slated out of Laten into Engyisshe by Wyllym Walter servuant to Syr Henry Marney ...	Boccaccio, Giovanni, 1313-1375.; Walter, William, fl. 1520.	1532 (1532)	STC 3183.5; ESTC S206	10,198	34

wolde refayne Forgettynge the loue that was with them twayne ¶ He commaunded them that dyd kepe the Iayle To strangle Guystarde by his fell iudgement Secretly in the nyght they sholde not fayle And from his body his herte they sholde rent And there withall they sholde do hym present whose commaundement they durst not dysobey But executed it without delay ¶ Tancrede in a cuppe of golde put the herte And by a secret seruaunt he it sent Vnto his doughter with this message smert Sayenge your father sendeth you this present That you sholde take conforte is his entent Of that whiche ye loued best in your mynde whome ye haue founde so stedfast true and kynde ¶ But Sygysmonde after her father was gone Oute of her chambre her mynde to fulfyll To the gardyne she went secret alone And gadred veynymous herbes to styll where with she myght her selfe sodeynly kyll Yf Guystarde were slayne as she dyd suppose Than by that venym her selfe she wolde lose ¶ But after this message was to her tolde She toke the cuppe with a sadde countenaunce The herte therin sadly she dyd beholde She pondred within her remembraunce That it was his herte she had no dowtaunce wherfore she sayd vnto the messangere These wordes folowynge with heuy chere ¶ Certayne my father hath well consydred This noble herte is not worthy to haue Other sepulture to be entyred For in a cuppe of golde sholde be his graue So greate a gyft he neuer to me gaue with greate thankes haue me recommended For his kyndnesse can not be deserued ¶ R. Coplande by exclamacyon to Tancrede in executynge tyranny OVte on the tyraunt O cruell Trancrede what hast thou done fury to commyt Beholde Guystarde wtouten herte here blede wo worth thy dome and hasty shyttle wyt Outrage alas how is thy reason quyt Onely but dethe fye out alas for wo No pryson banysshment nor punysshynge but so ¶ Thou hast not regarded the wordes of thy chylde Nor her answers with promysse desperate But in angre thou hast thy selfe begylde Now to repent thou shalt it fynde to late Ase what cometh of domes abreuyate But repentaunce O fole insapyent Of folysshe Iudge an hasty iudgement ¶ With dethe of one thou thought to haue the other Thou lesest bothe and all with hastynesse True loue of deth is the very mother Recorde of Dido as Vyrgyll doth expresse Dyanyra Isyphyll and Lucresse with many other whiche at this tyme Ispare And now by the is come these louers share ¶ Finis ¶ How Sygysmonde dyed after the herte of Guystarde was sent to her THe sayd messengere with this dyd departe Sygysmonde holdynge the cuppe tenderly with her lyppes often kyssed the herte Replenysshed with teres aboundauntly with face pale for wo and melancoly Beholdynge it with deedly countenaunce In this wyse she wayled the wofull chaunce ¶ O noble herte the pleasaunt hospytall Of my desyre whiche by greate cruelte Hast fynysshed for me thy lyfe mortall To knowe thy dethe it had suffysed me Though with myne eyes I dyd it not se But me thynke it is to me agreable Thou hast thy graue to the conuenable ¶ At thy last departynge there lacked nought But the teres of thy louer so fre Yet god hath put within my fathers thought Thy herte he hath sent hyder vnto me To fornysshe them at this thyne obseque He knewe it loued me specyally But with dry eyes I dyd thynke for to dy ¶ I can desyre no better company Than thy noble herte at my departynge For to the it is ryght necessary To haue knowlege of my lyfe the endynge By soule with thyne to be is desyrynge Ensemble that they may go theyr passage where pleaseth god to theyr last pylgrymage ¶ These wordes sayd she dyd declyne her eye Vpon the cuppe wherin the herte was layde Lyke a ryuer she wept haboundauntly But noyse or cry she dyd not out brayde As women be wont but with mynde dysmayde Full oft she kyssed there the deed herte Complaynynge on fortune false and peruert ¶ Her gentyl women beynge there present what the herte sygnyfyed they dyd meruayle And wherfore she dyd so greatly lament And for pyte they dyd wepe and wayle Prayenge her to make to them rehersayle The cause wherfore she made so moche sorowe But in no wyse of her they myght it knowe And whan she had wept suffycyently She dryed her eyen and ceased her wepynge And to the herte she sayd thus pyteously O noble herte best beloued of all thynge The offyce of loue I make now endynge For tyme it is that I sholde folowe the By cruell deth thy felowe for to be ¶ This sayd she dranke the poyson without fere And on her bedde downe her selfe she layde The deed herte to hers she helde harde and nere Abydynge her deth without noyse or brayd The maydens of this beynge sore afrayd Suspectynge the drynke and lamentacyon To Tancrede therof they made relacyon ¶ Her father of this was greatly meued For he fered his doughters fell courage That her selfe with some thynge had greued To her chambre he toke fast his passage But the poyson no medycyne coude asswage wherfore he syghed and wept asperly Complaynynge his doughters harde desteny ¶ She prayed hym to cease so for to raue And that he of his extreme charyte wolde burye her and Guystarde in one graue And for she lyuynge suffred myght not be Secrete to vse famylyaryte That after her dethe she vncouertlye Myght be layd by hym where so he dyd lye ¶ Tancrede for wo and sorowe coude not speke Sygysmonde felynge deth to approche fast And that her eye strynges began to breke She badde them all farewell with mynde stedfast with that her soule out of her body past The herte full harde she helde vntyll her brest Vntyll that deth her lyfe had ouer prest ¶ Thus the loue of these louers fynysshed Tancrede after his wofull heuynesse In one sepulture them bothe entered within the cyte of Salerne doutlesse Full lyke a prynce with greate pompe and rychesse To these two louers Iesu of his grace Graunt mercy in heuen to haue a place Amen ¶ The lenuoy of R. Coplande GO tragedy vnto thy translatoure Bewayle to hȳ thy chaunce vnfortunate Yf ought be amys thyne impressoure In addycyon or sence myslytterate Pray hym of helpe thy fautes to castygate And where nede is to adde or elles detray Pardon of mysmakynge gladly thou hym pray ¶ And hym requyre accordynge to promys His boke to acheue he knoweth myne intent whiche is of substaunce worthe many of this And more worthy of mater excellent How be it with this I do ryght well assent That he with Pamphletes many doth occupy whiche morall bokes redeth not wyllyngly ¶ And yf thou happe to reimpressyon Desyre them the whiche shall be the cause Though thou be yll that no transgressyon By them nor theyrs be made in ony clause Correccyon I agre but there a pause Folowe your copy and lette thamendynge alone He may yll mende two tonges that can but one ¶ None be the maysters that with me wyll dele Than beware my lytell boke I pray From boyes and lerners lest they thy trowthe stele And holly thy fautes vnto me lay Shewe forthe thy mater what euer that they say Of loue foly fortune hastynesse and shame Vnto thyne auctour and not to me the blame ¶ And vnto them whiche chayned be in loue Shewe example of wylfull appetyte Ordre eche where theyr courages to moue well cometh entent taken of wyse respyte Gyue councell to leue sensuall delyte Take the as myrrour suche daunger to ensewe By harme of other they may the same eschewe FINIS ¶ Thus endeth the amorous hystory of Guystarde and Sygysmonde Imprynted at London in Fletestrete at the sygne of the Sonne by Wynkyn de Worde In the yere of our lorde M. CCCCC.XXXij W C Wynkyn de Worde