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world esteemeth to shine in you, the same well manifested and
declared by your tongue, the right iudge of the Mynde, you knowe
and see how I am a Wydow through the Death of that Noble
Gentleman of good remembrance, the Duke my Lord and husbande:
you be not ignoraunt also, that I haue lyued and gouerned my
self in sutch wise in my Widow state, as there is no man so hard
and seuere of iudgement, that can blason reproch of mee in that
whych appertayneth to the honestye and reputation of sutch a
Lady as I am, bearyng my port so righte, as my conscience
yeldeth no remorse, supposinge that no Man hathe wherewith to
byte and accuse me. Touchyng the order of the goods of the Duke
my Sonne, I have vsed them with diligence and discretion, as
besides the Dettes, whych I haue dyscharged sithens the death of
my Lord: I haue purchased a goodly Manor in Calabria, and haue
annexed the same to the Dukedome of his heire: and at this day
doe not owe one peny to any creditor that lent money to the
Duke, which he toke vp to furnish the charges in the warres,
which he sustayned in the seruice of the Kinges our soueraine
Lords in the late warres for the Kyngdome of Naples. I haue as I
suppose by this meanes stopped the slaunderous mouth and giuen
cause vnto my sonne, during his life to accompt himself bound
vnto his mother: now hauing till thys time liued for other,
and made my selfe subiect more than nature could beare, I am
entended to chaunge both my lyfe and condition. I haue tyll thys
time run, trauayled, and remoued to the Castels and Lordeships
of the Dukedome, to Naples and other places, being in mind to
tary as I am a widow. But what new affayres and new councel hath
possest my mynd? I haue trauayled and payned my self inoughe:
I haue to long abidden a widowe’s lyfe: I am determined
therefore to prouyde a Husbande, who by louing me, shall honor
and cherysh me according to the loue which I shall beare hym,
and my desert. For to loue a man without mariage, God defend my
hearte should euer think, and shal rather dye a hundred thousand
deathes, than a desire so wicked should soyle my conscience,
knowyng well that a woman which setteth hir honor to sale, is
lesse than nothing, and deserueth not the common ayre should
breathe vpon hir, for all the reuerence that men do beare vnto
them. I accuse no person, albeit that many noble women haue
their forheds marked, with the blame of dishonest lyfe, and
being honored of some, bee neuerthelesse the common Fable of the
Worlde. To the intente then that sutch myshappe happen not to
me, and perceyuyng my selfe vnable styll thus to lyue, beyng
younge as I am, and (God bee thanked) neyther deformed nor yet
paynted, I had rather bee the louyng Wyfe of a symple feere,
than the Concubyne of a kynge or greate Prynce. And what? is the
myghty Monarche able to washe away the faulte of hys Wyfe whych
hath abandoned him contrary to the duety and honesty whych the
vndefyled bed requyreth? no lesse then Pryncesses that whilom
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