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A15046	The rocke of regard diuided into foure parts. The first, the castle of delight: wherin is reported, the wretched end of wanton and dissolute liuing. The second, the garden of vnthriftinesse: wherein are many swéete flowers, (or rather fancies) of honest loue. The thirde, the arbour of vertue: wherein slaunder is highly punished, and vertuous ladies nad gentlewomen, worthily commended. The fourth, the ortchard of repentance: wherein are discoursed, the miseries that followe dicing, the mischiefes of quareling, the fall of prodigalitie: and the souden ouerthrowe of foure notable cousners, with diuers other morall, natural, & tragical discourses: documents and admonitions: being all the inuention, collection and translation of George Whetstons Gent.	Whetstone, George, 1544?-1587?	1576 (1576)	STC 25348; ESTC S111731	150,826	258

now with soaking sighes to one I sue for grace Whose presence when I do approch she st●aight doth shunne the place My sight my sighes my teares nor truth Her stoanie heart can moue to ruth Yet loue that liues by hope a fresh enforsed mée to proue With pen to pleade what bashfull tongue dismayed was to moue But loe in vaine to her I write For loue my guerdon is despight I serue a froward saint a Tigers whelpe I ●roe Shée smiles to sée mée wade in smart her wish my wretched woe And yet in truth shée blamelesse is My onely fault inforceth this She is but instrument my selfe the very cause Why I consume with cureles griefe for scorning Cupids lawes Wherefore sith loue is sworne my foe Diuorce mée death from lingring woe And then for others héede this sillie boune I craue That I vppon my timelesse tombe this Epitaphe may haue The thing that causde mee here to lie Was scorning loue at libertie Epilogus FOr wantons héede héere wrayed is the thrall Of louing wormes how both they fréese and frie How swéetest thoughtes are sawst with bitter gall How care them cloyes that liue in ielousie What yll successe stolne marriages ensue How forst consentes ●ield beare a louing hart How sugred woordes to late faire Ladies rue How vaine they striue that louers séeke to part How enuious tongues are apt to sowe debate How fancie bringes the stoutest mindes in awe How louers wrongde from loue do fall to hate How ramping rigges regard no modest lawe How lingring loue doth oft mislyking moue How gallants giftes fond women oft allure How pride ease preferre mens thoughtes to loue How lawlesse lust all mischiefe puts in vre How scorneful dames the set mens sutes at nought Of such as seru'd are glad to séeke reliefe How louing thralles from setters frée are taught To shunne the snares that snarled them in griefe And to conclude in euery Page is wrayde A lightning ioy a life of lacke is loue Who loueth least which proues is best appaide For womens mindes as wether cockes will moue Wherefore these toyes who liste to read aright Shall finde Loues woes not how to loue I write FINIS The Arbour of Vertue A VVORKE CONTEIning the chaste and honourable life of a Bohemian Ladie to the which is adioyned the complaint of two Hungarian Barons that wagerd the spoile of her Chastitie ¶ VVherein are the seuerall prayses of certaine English Ladies and Gentlewomen being the translation collection and inuention of George Whetstons Gent. Formae nulla fides To the right Honourable and vertuous Lady Iana Sibilla Greye now of Wilton George Whetstons wisheth a longe and happie life RIght honourable and vertuous Ladie I find that our chiefest and greatest incouragement vnto vertue is to heare the memorie of the vertuous continued with the carefull reportes of worthy writers for that such testimonie is both a president for our liues and also foreshewes after death our fames Likewise it as necessarie to register the liues of the leaude that the terror of their punishments and infamie may feare vs to offend So that moued with these consideraetions among a number my leasurable labours I haue faithfully though not curiously translated the modest and noble life of a Boemian Lady with the fall of two Hungarian barons which vnaduisedly wagered the spoyle of her chastitie Which simple toyle of mine as a testimonie of the reuerent dutie I owe vnto you vnder the title of the Arbor of Vertue I humbly present to your Ladiship to the intent that when you are wearied with the dispatch of necessarie cares and causes you may recreate your honourable minde with the mylde report of this Ladies good behauiours Wholy assured that as you liuely present her vertues you wil likewise both defend her fame and my honest indeuour with the countenaunce of your regarded name From my lodging in Holborne the .15 of October 1576. Your honours during life to dispose George Wh●tstors The Argument of the following discourse of Lady Barbaraes vertuous behauiours A Boemian knight named Vlrico married a vertuous Lady called Barbara Vlrico being a little nipt with pouertie woulde faine haue supplyed his want by seruice in the warres which aduenture he long delayed through the i●alous suspicion of his wiues behauiour notwithstanding his imaginations quieted by the direction of a cunning Negromancer named Pollacco hee craued intertainment of the king of Hungarie the king vouchsafing his request imployed him in the warres against the Turke the warres ended Vlrico laden with honour returned vnto the kings court where one day the Lord Alberto the Lord Vdislao and he reasoned of womens behauiours The Hungarian barons helde opinion there was no woman so chaste but might be won to wantonnesse Vlrico in his Ladies behalfe reasoned to the contrarie In the end they grewe into this heate of argument that both the Lordes wagered their landes to his that if he durst abyde the triall that the one of them within two monethes woulde obtaine bodily delight with his wife Vlrico accepted of their lay the wager beeing set downe in writing the King and Queene were both witnesses of the match Alberto gaue the first aduenture in these louing affaires to winne her to wantonnesse The Lady finding his humour by policies as a theefe that sought to rob her honour caused him to be imprisoned where to bridle his wanton affections she made him to spin for his victuals Alberto in hope of libertie discouered to the Lady the whole wager and how that the Lord Vdislao would come about that enterprise who in very deede shortly visited her castle whome she likewise made foorth comming and in penaunce of his offence hee reelde the thread Alberto spon the King and Queene hearing of their successe had the Lady in high estimation awarded Vlrico the lande and banished the barons for their slaunderous opinion The Arbour of Vertue AS supreme head of Hungarie a king there whilcome reign'd Coruinus hight whose worthy force a worlde of praises gain'd What law iustice once had made throgh rule he neuer broke He cherisht friendes he chast his foes with many a sturdy stroke Ymou'd through zeale with clattering armes he stoupt S. Mahomes pride The Turkish crue from Christian boundes he chast on euery side This noble prince vnto his spouse a gallant Lady chusde A matrone in her mayden yeres such modestie she vsde By whom she had thrée valliant sonnes thrée vertuous daughters eake Which worthy ympes in wisdomes lore did liue without their like Besides with haps to heape his ioyes his subiectes gréede so well That foes could finde no hollowe hearts against him to rebell As vassell to which noble king there was a Boeme knight A valiant and a ventrous Lord Vlrico was he hight In prime of force he plyde the warres his parents purse to ease His parents dead he home returnd his tenants pence to fease But small was left to pray

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

Geneuora to shift for her selfe on whom Rodericos seruauntes soudainly seased ▪ blinding her with a scarfe with spéed cōuayd her where wretched Dom Diego liued Dom Diego somewhat comforted with the sight of his swéete mystresse began amaine to craue recōpence for his faithful seruice Geneuora so soone as she saw Dom Diego and knew that syr Roderico for his cause had murthered her miniō answered him exclaimed on thē both with what opprobrious speach she coulde yea the more they persuaded her with friendly requestes the more peruerse was her refusal Dom Diego thus seing an impossibilitie of fauour with inward sorrow fel into a swoon Dom Roderico seig the distresse of his deare friend and the continuance or rather increasing of Geneuoras disdaine cōmaunded presently her throte to be cut Dom Diego halfe reuiued seing one redie to execute this iudgement profered what reskue hée could Oh good Roderico stay quoth hée I allow of thy honest zeale yet attribute my wretchednes to fortune not her fault Wherefore for the loue thou bearest to mee for the loue I owe to her sée Geneuora without further damage safely conueyed home Geneuora seeing him offer reskue and craue her safe conduite whose death her frowardnes well nie had wrought on the soudaiue was wonne vnto pitie and louingly imbracing Dom Diego shée offered satisfaction for his sorrowes and for an earnest pennie shée freely kist him Dom Diego late the miserablest creature liuing vnwares became the happiest man aliue whose matchlesse pleasures appeare in this vnder written triumphe Dom Diego his triumphe WHo can report that neuer tasted bale What difference is twéene sorrow and delite And who may tell a more triumphant tale Then hée in ioy that late was kept in spite I am the man in mone there was none such My mone is past my mirth must be as much Sith so alone I rule in throne of ioy Of pleasures mount I weald the golden Mace Then leaue to bragge you Princes proud of Troy Your brayd delights by mée can haue no place Once beautes blisse to vaunt doth make you bould I haue such hap and tenne times more in hould And by your leane your Ladies blemisht are Aske Theseus who first lopt fayre Hellens loue Syr Diomede the spoile of Troylus ware Suppose them true whom none could euer proue Your lightning ioyes such lasting woes did brue As you may wish your fames to die with you But Lady mine I wrong thée much in this To peize thy praise with such as liu'de or liue For natures toile some wayes disabled is Shée frames our forme but can no fortune giue But thou wert shapt for feare of fortunes spight Of precious moold by force of heauenly might By heauenly might and worthie well such toyle Whose liuely limms the Indian riches showe Her haire fiue gold her front doth yuorie foyle Her eyes giue light as diamonds there did growe Her words of worth as cause doth cause her speake Twéene rockes of pearle their pleasaunt passage breake What should I say of truth from top too to These precious gems in beautie shée doth staine And more then that besides the outward sho Their vertues shée with vauntage doth retaine So that of force I forst must her define Not bound to kinde but wholy is diuine Thrise happie man whose loue this Saint did lure Dom Diego late euen very wretchednesse Now maist thou daunt thy vauntage is so sure That none aliue thy pleasures halfe possesse Through chaunce of loue do thousands chaunce on death But dying I my loue inlargde my breath The scource of woe is sauourie sauce to taste Our swéete delights if once delight wée féele The rough repulse if battring tyre be plaste Amends the spoile when walles perforce do réele Of euery thinge the goodnes doth increase If once afore the losse did vs distresse Sufficient proofe my lingring loue can shoe I tyred hope ere time my truth could trie Yea desperate wretch forworne with wreake of woe I left my sute and sought the meane to die Now winning her whose want wrought such annoy On former griefes I graft my fruites of ioy In waxe say I men easily graue their will In Marble stone the woorke with paine is wonne But perfect once the print remayneth still When waxen seales with euery browse are donne Euen so in loue soone wonne as soone is loste When forst through faith it bydes both fire frost I can not vaunt of easie conquerd loue I graunt with faith I foyle Geneuras scorne But now in peace Distrust shall neuer moue One ielous thought of wilde Acteons horne And yet forsooth this feare hée liueth in To lose the wight with words that words did win O happie loue whose torments proue so swéete O friendly foes whose treason tride my trueth O luckie man Dom Roderic to méete Geneura thou thrise honord for thy ruth Thou onely thou the rest of small auaile Didst saue my life when hope and all did faile Now forth I throw my Gauntlet for this grace To chalenge such as séeke to foile thy fame For sure the Armes that durst my swéete imbrace Dares to defend the honour of her name If which I faile in prison let mée sterue So doome my fault for so I should deserue The complaint of two louers restrained from their wished desires by the displeasure of their friendes WE lucklesse wightes in thraldome lincked still May sit and singe oure layes of déepe lament Whose wayward friendes accoyde in sullen will Both stirre and striue to sunder our consent And yet God wot 〈…〉 a sting is in vaine One will serues both 〈…〉 and in paine Haue they desire wée should bée shrinde in clay By sundring vs that loues each other so Will they not know Loue doth no Lawe obey Nor how hée wrappes the wysest wightes in wo Thinke they that force can force our selues to hate O no in vaine they séeke to sowe debate Our plighted faith shall neuer falled bée Constrainte of will our wishes cannot yoke Our woordes in woorkes in weale and woe agrée Such care wée haue to kéepe our vowe vnbroke O loue through whom wée liue in this vnrest Once ease thy thralles that thus obey thy hest Remoue their wrath that woorkes to wrack our will That after stormes wée may some sunne shine sée The fault is thine if loue betyde vs yll Which bound our selues that thou mightst set vs frée Wherefore vouchsafe to sowre our swéete at last That gleames of Grace our clowdes of woe may wast ¶ The Deuice of a Gentlewoman to persuade her louer of her constancie notwithstanding her show of hate which shee onely vsed to quench the ielous suspicion of her friendes SIth fortune threates to woorke our wreake of ioy By sowsing of our ship in seas of yre Sith sullen thoughtes doth so our friends accoy As wayward will still wresteth our desire I sée no meanes more méete for our behoue Then saile to strike till stormes 〈◊〉 and gone Our lookes must

too and fro Beares witnesse of their paine Their sowre sitting in secrete nookes When others laugh their lowring lookes Declares them caught in Cupides hookes And fare as men forlorne Their often making of their mone Their solemne sitting all alone In places secrete and vnknowne Still cursing they were borne Are tokens true the Peet sayth To whome these Turtles vowe their faith If fayning we may trust Certes these torments all men gréeue And therefore sure I do beléeue Their sayings to be iust Wherfore to guerdon loyall loue My deare such fancies from you moue As Enuie late did faine For truly I protest to you The heauens shall fall ere I vntrue My loyaltie will staine And time I trust will so prouide When eluish Enuie shall her hide From bale to blisse truth shall vs hide To top of Fortunes whéele Where we to banishe fell annoy Stil liue repleate with blissefull ioy Still lauding of the blinded boy Whose force we oft did féele Till time obtaines that happy day Let no conceite your mynd affray In iudging me vntrue Which blessed houre shall hap with spéede Or else my will shall want his méede And thus swéete wench adue The infortunate louer determineth rather desperately to end his sorrowes then to proroge them with bootelesse hope THe trayterous mate by law adiudg'd to dye If feare of death should worke this foule effect In hope Saunce hap his secrete to escrye Or slaunder forge to peach the vnsuspect Proroging thus his life by dallying death Besides his gilt with shame shuld stop his breath In desperate frayes where raunsome is denyde Base were the minde in hope of grace to yeald Whose courage else might daūt his enimies pride And so by force with fame to win the field For where our wrong doth worke our ouerthrow In vaine we hope to weare away our woe And why shuld I with hope persuade my thought To bath in blisse past bondes of my desart For my base hap my loue to high is sought Whom fauour none but frownings ouerthwart Alas can reape at my swéete maistresse hands I loue she hates and thus my fortune stands With withered woe my life I weare away Where often I heare thundring in my thought Through loue of her my friendes and foes to say Upon my selfe I wilfull murther wrought Then sith my death this strange report shal shape In vaine for grace till later gaspe I gape Nay wretche diuorce delayes from wished death Cut through the thred which care cōsumes to slowe Thy mounting mind despiseth seruile breath And canst thou yeald to fortunes ouerthrowe Thy dome is death by Ladies scorne decréed Néeds most thou dye then best to dye with spéede Some friend wil write on my vntimely tumbe With faithfull zeale I so my Goddesse seru'd My life my loue my liuing all and some I reaft and left before my fancie sweru'd And when my suit her mou'd to angry moode To worke amends I sacrifisde my bloud Verses of complaint deuised for a well meaning louer to moue his maistresse to pitie NOw cease good Lady cease to weaue my further woe Where scorne hath worne my ioyes to eb let pitie force them flowe To you I sue and serue to you I waile and wéepe For you my restlesse eyes doth watch when other men do sléepe To you my sighes I send which makes my heart to bléede For you my teares like Tiber streames from dazeled eyes procéede No wealth I do enioy but that I wish you part No griefe doth gaule your daintie minde but I do ease your smart To rowle in bagges of golde in choise I would detest In faith for to inioy your loue and harbour where you rest If you I might inioy I now forworne with woe To former ioyes would be restorde in spite of him sayes noe No torment then should vexe or nippe my heauie hart All gulfes of griefe shall soone be damde which drownes my ioyes in smart Of age I should triumphe and death I would defie And fortunes force I could withstand for all her crueltie In you to saue or spill in you to make or marre In you it restes to end my woes or cause my further care Twixt life and death I stand twixt hope and déepe despaire Till louing lines for pyning woe returnes a luckie share The complaint of a gentlewoman being with child falsely forsaken WHat gulfes of griefe may well receiue The teares which I in vaine do spend What faithlesse wight durst once deceiue By falsehoode foule so firme a friend With lose who wrayes how well shée lou'de When choise for chaunge his fancie moude Though reason would I should refraine His blame my shame for to bewray Good Ladies yet my pinching paine Inioynes mée here the truth to say Whose wretched plight and pensiue state Surmounteth farre Quéene Didoes fate What meanst thou wretch from ioy exilde To yeald vnto his fained teares With carelesse vowes why wert begilde And fearelesse othes the traytor sweares Ere nuptial rites whie didst thou trust His faith and yéelde vnto his lust Thou Iason false by periurde flight Thou Theseus thefte decypherest plaine I Dido wretch thou Troyan knight Here equall griefes in breast sustaine I iustly say which wordes I rue All men be false and none be true The fruites ysprong by our desire My wealth thou waste might moue thy hart To graunt the rightes which loue require And search a salue to cure my smart But sith thy faith thou doest forgoe Come death and end my wretched woe Yet Ladies all beware by mée To rue swéete woordes of fickle trust My heaped harmes let warning bée How filed talke doth proue vniust And rule your loue by reasons lore Least future plagues you do deplore Against one which wrote a slaunderous libell in dishonour of a Ladie YHacht thou wert in enuies nest Whose murthering tongue might not suffice To woorke a Ladies great vnrest But that with penne thou didst deuise Uile vice to paint in vertues place Her spotlesse life for to disgrace Whose sacred head with wisedome fraught Is guided by Dame Pallas skill Her deintie minde Minerua taught The good to loue to leaue the ill Then may it bée shée doth deserue Report from reasons lore to swerue Noe no thou wretch and Uiper vile From natures lawe which dost rebell The world doth know thy giltie gile In dungeon darcke hence forth now dwell For all men doth thy sight repine From manly actes which doest decline The heauens do frowne with earthly foode Thy carren corpes should nourisht bée Thou onely byrde of Uipers broode And bitter braunch of rankors trée A Harpie for thy filthie factes For God and man abhorres thy actes Unséene henceforth thou caitife couche Thou murtherer vile of others fame How durst thou once presume to touche The honour due vnto her name And make report that Dian chaste Faire Venus knightes in bedde imbraste Allotting to her harmelesse tongue All rusticke speach with Stentors voice Disdayning them whom loue hath stonge For that with

vpon his auncestours did desire By dint of blade not bagges of drosse to honour to aspire Which when Vlrico wisely wayde and wanted on account He bent him selfe with hassard life by seruice for to mount But loe by lot he hit in loue a wonder small to tell Saue that his Ladies vertues did her beautie braue excell Her portion yet God wot was small yet all in wisdome lay A dowrie little reackt vpon where churles doth beare asway But Beautie here affection raysde then Vertue friendship wrought These two conioynd in séemely dame in loue Vlrico brought The earth quoth he is sure the Lords the fruites thereof his wracke And may it be the begger then shall clawe his seruants backe O no no wight as yet hath séene the righteous begge his breade Although the lewd through foule offence are often nipt with neade And if I should for gaine quoth he vnto some wanten bend Which venter into Cornewall would her honestie to send Vlrico haplesse then should be a common scorne of men Delight to dele from pleasure paine should chaunge his fortunes then To swimme in wealth he meanes not so to hassard his delight He somewhat hath and more may get by manhood and by might Thy choise if once thou winst thy choice in spight of Fortunes wracke Will saue what thy aduentures gaines for to relieue thy lacke Then maist thou liue in forreine soyle without a iealous braine Then maist thou taste at thy returne sweete pleasure for thy paine Why standst thou then amasde quoth he thy honest suite to moue The silent man the prouerbe sayth hath sildome hap in loue Confesse that constant long thou liu'dst y linckt in beauties bandes And challenge fréedome for thy truth at thy swéete maistresse handes This wayd Vlrico hies in haste whereas his Lady liues And there her friends in her behalfe him intertainment giues As time did serue he shewd his zeale vnto his only ioy She likte his words but more him selfe how so she séemed coy His gallant shape his vertues straunge his honour neuer stainde His truth once knowne the truth to tell her loue had soone obtainde And quickly eake with friendes consent them Iunoes rites doth glad He had his will and she her wish and what would more be had The nuptiall feastes y finished Vlrico with his dame Bids friends adewe to castle his they do their iourney frame Where one doth rayse the others ioy one rids the others care And thus contented with their choice in ioy their dayes they weare Till néede at length Vlrico nips who was in spending frée His rents but small these two accounts will hardly well agrée And yet to poll his tenants poore his honest mynde doth greaue What then he faine would serue his leage but loth his wife to leaue Sée here how passing loue is apt to rayse a iealous feare Withouten cause we so do dread the thing we hold full deare Vlricos mynd despiseth want yet dreads to séeke reliefe In absence least his Ladyes chaunge should worke his greater griefe And thus in silence long he mournes and ebs his ioyes with woe Till secrete sighes and heauie lookes his inward harmes foreshewe Which haply when his spouse espide to cleare his cloudes of scare Swéete heart quoth she vnto thy wife thy hidden sorrowes share So shall thy cares abridged be so shall I knowe thy mynde And haply in my counsell thou some comfort swéete maist finde These words Vlrico likte so well as straight he tels the truth Of present want of meane to wealth in order as insu'th Mine owne quoth he you know my state or present lacke withall Our charge is great our myndes are high our liuing is but small Of force we must our brauerie leaue or séeke some way of gaine And vayling to the valliant mynde is sure a matchlesse paine This is the meane to mend our want to serue my souereine leage Who now is bent with might and maine the Turke forto besiege Those warres ere this I well haue tryde vnder Cilia Count Those warres I trust shal force thy feare with wealth fame to mount But ah aye me I loth yet would vnfolde what makes me stay But sith swéete wench loue is the cause allowe what I shall say Long wisht at length I won thy loue O gem of al my ioy As loth I am to leaue thée now least absence make thée coy I call to mynd fayre Helens moode who trudg'd with Troian knight When as her Lord was forst from home with forreine foes to fight The ruffling rout at Ithaca Vlysses farre from home Doth force a thousand fearefull thoughts within my head to rome Then Penelopes constancie this dread would gladly weare She plaste alone without her leake a fresh doth raise my feare The speach of womans méekenesse eake my thoughtes doth run among And straight my thinkes I motions heare that do Vlrico wrong In mynd I viewe what batterie is against thy beautie bent In thought I sée what sharpe assaults in sugred wordes are sent What fearelesse othes what carelesse vowes do flée to foyle thy fame In sine thou forst with yealding will dost blot thy name with blame Then rage I straight the harmelesse gainst as thogh these toyes wer true And straight I checke those raunging thoughts with reason that insue Vlrico fye why wrongs thy wife so fouly with mistrust Whom hitherto thou couldst not finde in worde or déede vniust Whose modestie thou séest abhorres with rufflers for to prate To saue thy wealth whose mynd to worke giues wanton youth the mate Whose life with foule and leaude offence report could neuer spot What cause hast thou Vlrico then her fame with feare to blot To breake this brall faire Barbara so was this Lady namde With prettie nippes with pardon mixt this answere foorthwith framde Well sayde quoth she first faine you feare to frée my shrewd mistrust That choise and chaunge in wanton court wil make you proue vniust But simple I accept your shewe and faith I trust to finde But to my Lord if so he please I yet will shewe my minde I long ere this haue wayde our want and thought on meanes of gaine And sure I sawe the way for wealth was as you did explaine Yet durst I not vnfolde the same vnto my louing Lord Before his words foreshewd his thoughts with mine did wel accord By seruice you shall credite winne by seruice likewise fame By seruice you shall riches reape as you deserue the same By seruice fauour with our prince acquaintance in the court You sure shall finde slacke not these helpes your wife doth you exhort If God with children blesse our life their youth from vices fréed Your credite after in the court will stand them in some stéede And in your absence I so well will to your causes sée As you shall haue reliefe abroade sufficient left for mée Yea sure to braue it with the best yet liue within our boundes Such skyll I haue to most auayle to