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Letters which I brought you, made you conceiue some il opinion
of me, which I do guesse by the frownyng countenance that euer
sithens you haue borne me. But when you shall knowe the hurte
which it hath done, I thinke you wyll not be so harde, and voyde
of pitye, but with pacyence hearken that whych I shall saye, and
therewythall bee moued to pitye the state of a pore Gentleman,
who by your meanes is in the pangs of death.” Zilia, which til
then neuer regarded the payne and sicknesse of the pacient,
began to sorrow, with sutch passion, as not to graunt him
further fauor than he had already receiued, but to finde some
means to ease him of hys gryefe, and then to gyue hym ouer for
euer. And therefore she sayd vnto hir neyghbor: “My good frend,
I thought that all these sutes had beene forgotten, vntill the
other day a certen Gentleman praied me to go see the Lord of
Virle, who told me as you do now, that he was in great daunger.
And now vnderstanding by you that he waxeth worsse, and worsse,
I will be ruled, being well assured of your honesty and vertue,
and that you will not aduise me to any thing that shall be
hurtfull to myne honour. And when you haue done what you can,
you shal winne of me so mutch as nothinge, and geeue no ease to
him at all that wrongfully playneth of my cruelty. For I purpose
not to do any priuate fact with him, but that which shall be
meete for an honest Gentlewoman, and sutch as a faythfull tutor
of hir chastity, may graunt to an honest and vertuous
Gentleman.” “His desire is none other” (sayd the gentlewoman)
“for he craueth but your presence, to let you wit by word, that
he is ready to do the thing you shall commaund him.” “Alas”
sayde Zilia, “it is impossible for me to go to hym without
suspition, which the common people will lightly conceiue of
sutch light and familiar Behauiour. And rather would I dy than
aduenture mine honor hitherto conserued wyth great seuerity and
diligence. And yet sith you say, that he is in extremes of
death, for your sake, I wil not stick to heare him speake.”
“I thanke you” (sayd the Messanger) “for the good wil you beare
me and for the help you promise vnto the poore passionate
Gentleman, whom these newes wil bring on foote againe, and who
al the dayes of his life wil do you honor for that good turne.”
“Sith it is so (sayd Zilia) to morrow at noone let him come vnto
my house, wherein a low chamber, he shall haue leysure to say to
mee his mind. But I purpose by God’s help, to suffer him no
further than that which I haue already graunted.” “As it shall
please you” (sayd hir neighbour) “for I craue no more of you but
that only fauour, which as a Messanger of good Newes, I go to
shew hym, recommending my selfe in the meane tyme to your
commaunde.” And then she went vnto the pacient, whom she found
walkinge vp and downe the Chaumber, indifferent lusty of his
person, and of colour meetely freshe for the tyme hee left his
Bed.” Now when sir Philiberto saw the Messanger, hee sayde vnto
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