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wyllingly all these trauailes, if I wyst in the end, my seruice
woulde be accepted, and hoped that my Martirdome shoulde fynde
releefe: but liuing in this vncertainty, I must needes norysh
the hunger and solace of the vnhappy, which are wishes and vaine
hopes, trusting that some God wyll gayne me a faythful friend
that will assaye to rid me from the hell, into the which I am
throwne, or else to shorten thys Miserable lyfe, whych is a
hundred tymes more paynfull than Death.” In sayinge so, he began
to sighe so straungely as a man would haue thought that two
Smithes sledges working at the forge, had gyuen two blowes at
his stomake, so vehement was the inclosed winde within his
heart, that made him to fetche forth those terrible sighes,
the Eyes not forgetting to yeld forth a Riuer of Teares, which
gushynge forthe at the centre of hys Hearte, mounted into his
Braynes, at lengthe to make issue through the Spoute, proper to
the Chanell of sutch a Fountayne. Which the Gentlewoman seyng,
moued with compassion, coulde not contain also from Weepyng,
and therewythall sayde vnto him: “Although mine estate and
reputation, which to this day I have kept vnspotted, defend the
vse of my good wyl in al things that may defame mine honor, yet
sir, seing the extremity which you suffer to be vnfained, I wil
somwhat stretch my conscience, and assay to succor you with so
good heart, as frankely you trust me with the secrets of your
thought. It resteth then now for me to know what she is, to
whome your deuocions be inclined whose heart and mind I wil so
relief with the taste of your good wil, as I dare giue warrant,
her appetit shal accept your profred seruice, and truly that
woman may count her self happy that shal intertain the offer of
a gentleman that is so honest and curteous, who meaneth with al
fidelity to aduance and honor, not onely the superficial
ornament of hir beauty, but the inward vertues of hir constant
mind. And truly the earth seldom yeldeth those frutes in the
harts of men in these our barren days, they being ouer growen
with the shrubbes of disloialty the same choke vp the plantes of
true Fidelity, the sedes whereof are sowen and replanted in the
soyle of womens hartes, who not able to depart and vse the force
and effects thereof will put vpon them conditions that bee
cruell, to punish the Foolysh indiscreation of tryfling Louers,
who disguised with the vizard of fained friendship, and paynted
with coloured Amity, languishing in sighes and sorrowes, goe
aboute to assay to deceiue the flexible Nature of them that
prodigally employ theyr honor into the hands of sutch cruel,
inconstante and foolysh suters.” “Ah Mistresse” answered the
Gentleman: “howe may I bee able to recompence that onely
benefite which you promyse me now? But be sure that you see
heere a Souldier and Gentleman presente which shall no lesse bee
prodigall of hys Lyfe to doe you seruyce, than you bee lyberall
of your reputation, to ease his Paines. Now sith it pleaseth you
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