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thereupon, brought the poore Gentleman to great sorrow and
heauinesse. The Lady that was young, wise and discrete, marking
the maner of hir husband, feared that he had some misliking of
hir. Wherefore vpon a day she thus sayd vnto hym: “Dere husband,
willingly would I desire a good turne at your hand, if I wist I
should not displease you.” “Demaund what you will,” (said the
knighte) “if I can, I shall gladly performe it, bicause I do
esteeme your satisfaction, as I do mine owne lyfe.” Then the
Lady very sobrely praied him, that he would open vnto hir the
cause of that discontentment, which hee shewed outwardly to
haue, for that his mynd and behauiour seemed to bee contrary to
ordinary Custome, and contriued Daye and Nyghte in sighes,
auoydinge the Company of them that were wont specially to
delyght him. The Knight hearing his Ladyes request, paused a
whyle, and then sayd vnto hir: “My wel beloued Wyfe, for so
mutch as you desyre to vnderstand my thoughte and mynde, and
whereof it commeth that I am sad and pensife, I wyll tell you:
all the Heauinesse wherewith you see me to be affected, doth
tend to this end. Fayne would I deuyse that you and I may in
honour lyue together, accordyng to our calling. For in respect
of our Parentage, our Liuelode is very slender, the occasion
whereof were our Parents, who morgaged their Lands, and consumed
a great part of their goods that our Auncestors lefte them.
I dayly thynking hereupon, and conceiuyng in my head dyuers
Imaginations, can deuise no meanes but one, that in my fansie
seemeth best, which is, that I go to the Court of our soueraine
lord Mathie who at this present is inferring Warres vpon the
Turk, at whose hands I do not mistrust to receyue good
intertainment, beynge a most Lyberal Prynce, and one that
esteemeth al sutch as be valiant and actiue. And I for my parte
wyll so gouerne my selfe (by God’s grace) that by deserte I wyll
procure sutch lyuing and fauour as hereafter we may lyue in oure
Olde Dayes a quyet Lyfe to oure great stay and comforte: For
althoughe Fortune hitherto hath not fauored that state of
Parentage, whereof we be, I doubt not wyth Noble Courage to win
that in despyte of Fortune’s Teeth, which obstinately hitherto
she hath denyed. And the more assured am I of thys
determination, bycause at other tymes, I haue serued vnder the
Vaiuoda in Transiluania, agaynst the Turke, where many tymes I
haue bene requyred to serue also in the Courte, by that
honourable Gentleman, the Counte of Cilia. But when I dyd
consider the beloued Company of you (deare Wyfe) the swetest
Companyon that euer Wyght possessed, I thought it vnpossible for
me to forbeare your presence, whych yf I should doe, I were
worthy to sustayne that dishonour, which a great number of
carelesse Gentlemen doe, who following their pryuate gayne and
Wyll, abandon theyr young and fayre Wyues, neglectinge the fyre
which Nature hath instilled to the delycate bodies of sutch
tender Creatures. Fearing therewythall, that so soone as I
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