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finde sutch one of you as wil not spare to gieue your ayde.
Alas, I resemble the good and wyse Captayne, who to take a forte
doeth not only ayde himselfe with the forwardnesse, and
valiaunce of his Souldiers, but to spare them, and to auoyde
slaughter for makinge of way, planteth his cannon, and battereth
the Walle of the fort, which hee would assaile, to the intent
that both the Souldier, and the ordinaunce may perfourme and
suffise the perfection of the plat, which hee hath framed and
deuised within his pollitike heade. I haue already encouraged my
souldiers, and haue lost the better part truely in the skirmish
which hath deliuered vnto mee my sweete cruell Ennimy. Now I am
driuen to make ready the fire, which resteth in the kindled
match of your conceiptes, to batter the fort hitherto
inexpugnable, for any assault that I can make.” “I vnderstand
not” (sayd she smilyng) “these labyrynths of your complaynts,
except you speake more playn. I neuer haunted the Warres, ne
knewe what thynge it is to handle weapons, improper and not
seemely for myne estate and kynde.” “The Warre” (quod he)
{“}whereof I speake, is so naturall and common, as I doubt not,
but you haue sometymes assayed, with what sleightes and
camisados men vse to surpryse their enimies, howe they plant
their ambushes, and what meanes both the assaylant and defendant
ought to vse.” “So far as I see” (sayd shee) “there resteth
nothing for vs, but the assurance of the field, sith wee bee
ready to enter in combat: and doe thinke that the fort shall not
bee harde to winne, by reason of the Walles, dikes, rampers,
bulwarks, platformes, counterforts, curtines, vamewres and
engins which you haue prepared, besides a numbre of false brayes
and flanks, placed in good order, and the whole defended from
the thundringe Cannons and Bombardes, which do amaze the
wandring enemy in the field. But I pray you leauing these
warlike Tumults, to speak more boldly without these
extrauagantes and digressions, for I take pitye to see you thus
troubled: ready to exceede the boundes of your modesty and
wonted wysedome.” “Do not maruell at all mistresse” (quod he)
“sith accordynge to new occurrentes and alterations, the
purpose, talke, and counsel ordinarily do change I am become the
seruaunt of one which maketh me altogither lyke vnto those that
bee madde, and bound in Chaines, not able to speake or say any
thing, but what the spyrites that be in them, do force them to
vtter. For neither will I thynke, or speake any thing, but that
which the Enchaunter Loue doth commaunde and suffer to expresse,
who so rygorously doth vexe my hearte, as in place wher
bouldenesse is most requysite, hee depriueth me of force, and
leaueth mee without any Countenance. And being alone, God
knoweth how frankly I doe wander in the place, where myne enemy
may commaunde, and with what hardinesse I do inuade hir
prouince. Alas, is it not pity then to see these diuersities in
one selfe matter, and vpon one very thing? Truely I would endure
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