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wherevnto they be most Addicted. Now Dom Diego at his owne house
loued and cherished of his mother, reuerenced and obeyed of hys
Subiects after he had imployed some time at his study, had none
other ordinary pleasure but in rousing the Deere, hunting the
wylde Bore, run the Hare, sometimes to fly at the Hearon, or
fearful Partrich alongs the fields, Forests, Ponds, and steepe
Mountaynes. It came to passe one day, as he Hunted the wylde
Mountayne Goate, which he had dislodged vpon the Hill top, he
espied an olde Hart that his Dogges had found, who so ioyfull as
was possible of that good lucke, followed the course of that
swift, and fearefull beast. But (sutch was his Fortune) the
Dogges lost the foote of that pray, and he his men: for being
horssed of purpose, vpon a fayre Iennet, could not be followed,
and in ende loosinge the sight of the Deere, was so farre
seuered from company, as he was vtterly ignoraunt which way to
take. And that which grieued him moste was his Horse out of
Breath scarce able to goe a false Gallop. For which cause he put
his horne to his mouth, and blew so loude as he could: but his
men were so farre of, as they could not here him. The young
Gentleman being in this distresse, could not tell what to doe,
but to returne backe, wherein he was more deceyued than before,
for thinkinge to take the way home to hys Castle, wandred still
further of from the same. And trotting thus a long tyme, he
spied a Castle Situated vppon a little Hill, whereby he knew
himselfe far from his owne house. Neuerthelesse hearing a
certayne noyse of Hunters, thinking they had bene his People,
resorted to the same, who in deede were the Seruaunts of the
Mother of Gineura with the golden Locks, which in company of
their Mistresse had hunted the Hare. Dom Diego, when he drue
neere to the cry of the Hounds, saw right well that hee was
deceyued. At what tyme Night approched, and the Shadowes
darkening the Earth, by reason of the Sunnes departure, began to
Cloth the Heauens with a Browne and misty Mantell. When the
Mother of Gineura saw the knight which Rode a soft pace, for
that his Horsse was tired, and could trauayle no longer, and
knowing by his outward apperance that he was some great Lord,
and ridden out of his way, sent one of hir men to knowe what he
was, who returned agayne with sutch aunswere as shee desired.
The Lady ioyfull to entertayne a Gentleman so excellent and
famous, one of hir next neighbors, went forwarde to bid hym
welcome, which she did with so great curtesy as the Knight sayd
vnto hir: “Madame, I thinke that fortune hath done me this
fauour, by setting me out of the way, to proue your curtesie and
gentle entertaynment, and to receyue this ioy by visiting your
house, whereof I trust in time to come to be so perfect a frend,
as my predecessors heretofore haue hene.” “Sir,” sayd the Lady,
“if happinesse may be attributed to them, that most doe gayne,
I thincke my selfe better fauored than you, for that it is my
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