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able to acquyte you of youre promyse, and therefore prayeth you
to pardon hir committed faultes done in tymes past by abusing so
cruelly the honest and firme loue which you bare hir. I am she,
which through follye and temeritie did stoppe your mouth, and
tyed vp your Tongue. Giue me leaue, I beseeche you, to open the
same agayne, and to breake the Lyne, whych letteth the liberty
of your Speache.” She seeying that the dumbe Gentleman would
make no aunswere at all, but mumme, and shewed by signes, that
he was not able to vndoe his Tongue, weepyng began to kysse hym,
imbrace hym and make mutch of hym, in sutch wyse, as he whych
once studyed to make Eloquent Orations before hys Ladye, to
induce hir to pity, forgat then those Ceremonyes, and spared his
talke, to shewe hymselfe to be sutch one as shee had made at hir
Commaundement, mused and deuysed altogether vpon the executyon
of that, which sometyme hee hadde so paynefully pursued, both by
Woords and contynuall Seruyce, and coulde profite nothing. Thus
waked agayne by hir, whych once had Mortyfyed hys Mynde, assayed
to renue in hir that, whych long tyme before seemed to be a
sleepe. She more for feare of losse of Lyfe, and the pryce of
the rewarde, than for any true or earnest loue suffred hym to
receyue that of hir, whych the long Suter desireth to obtaine of
his mistresse. They liued in this ioy and Pleasure the space of
fiftene Dayes ordained for the assigned Terme of his Cure,
wherein the poore Gentlewoman was not able to conuert hir
offended Fryende to speake, although she humbly prayed him to
shewe so mutch favour as at least she might goe free, from
either losse: telling hym howe lyttle regard shee hadde to hir
honour, to come so farre to doe him pleasure, and to discharge
him of his promise. Mutch other gay and lowlye talke shee hadde.
But the knyghte nothing moued with what she sayde determined to
brynge hir in sutch feare, as he had bene vexed with heauinesse,
which came to passe at the expyred tyme. For the Commissaries
seeing that their pacyent spake not at all, summoned the
Gentlewoman to pay the Penaltye pronounced in the Edict, or else
to loose hyr lyfe. Alas, howe bytter seemed thys drynke to thys
poore gentlewoman who not able to dissemble the gryef that prest
on euery syde, beganne to saye: “Ah, I Wretched and Caytyfe
Woman, by thinking to deceiue an other, haue sharpened the
Sworde to finish myne owne lyfe. Was it not enough for me to vse
sutch crueltye towardes this myne Enemye, which most cruelly in
double wyse taketh Reuenge, but I must come to bee thus tangled
in his Snares, and in the Handes of him, who inioying the
Spoyles of myne Honour, will with my Lyfe, depryue me of my
Fame, by making mee a Common Fable, to all Posterity in tyme to
come? O what hap had I, that I was not rather deuoured by some
Furious and cruell beast, when I passed the mountaines, or else
that I brake not my Necke, downe some steepe and headlong hil,
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