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fooles, which gouerne them selues by carnall desires, whose
scope is but pleasure, and the reward many times equall to their
follie. Shall I be of opinion that a houshold seruaunt oughte to
sollicite, nay rather suborne the Daughter of his Lorde without
punyshment, or that a vyle and abiect person dare to mount vpon
a Prynces Bed? No, no, pollicye requyreth order in all, and eche
wight ought to bee matched according to theyr qualytye, wythout
makynge a Pastyme of it to couer theyr Follyes, and knowe not of
what Force Loue and Desteny be, except the same be resysted.
A goodly thinge it is to Loue, but where reason looseth Place,
Loue is wythoute his effecte, and the sequele rage and Madnesse:
leaue we to discourse of those which beleue that they be
constrayned to folowe the Force of theyr Mynde, and may easilye
subdue themselues to the Lawes of Vertue and Honesty, lyke one
that thrusteth hys Heade into a Sack, and thynkes he can not get
out: sutch people do please themselues in theyr losse, and
thinke all well that is noysome to their Health, daily folowyng
theyr owne delyghtes. Come wee againe then to sir Bologna, who
after he had left hys Wyfe in hir Castell, went to Naples, and
hauing sessed a rent vpon hir lands, and leuyed a good summe of
Money, he repayred to Ancona a city of the patrimonye of the
Romane church, whither hee caryed the two Chyldren, which he
had of the Duchesse, causyng them to be brought vp with suche
Dyligence and care, as it is to be thought a Father well
affectyoned to hys Wyfe would doe, and who delyghted to see a
Braunch of the Tree, that to hym was the best beloued Fruyct of
the World. There he hyred a house for hys trayne, and for those
that wayted vppon hys Wyfe, who in the meane tyme was in great
care, and could not tell of what Woode to make hir arrowes,
perceyuing that hir Belly began to swell, and grow to the tyme
of hir deliuery, seeing that from Day to Day, hir Brothers
seruaunts were at hir back, voide of Counsel and aduise, if one
euenyng she had not spoken to the Gentlewoman of her chamber,
touchyng the doubts and peryl wherein she was, not knowing how
she might be deliuered from the same. That maiden was gentle and
of a good mind and stomake, and loued hir mistresse very derely,
and seeing hir so amazed and tormenting hir self to death,
mindyng to fray hir no further, ne to reproue hir of hir fault
which could not be amended, but rather to prouyde for the
daunger wherunto she had hedlong cast hir selfe, gaue hir this
aduyse: “How now, Madame” (sayd shee,) “is that wysdom whych
from your Chyldhode hath ben so famyliar in you, dislodged from
your brest in time when it ought chiefly to rest for incountryng
of those mishaps that are comming vpon vs? think you to auoid
the dangers, by thus tormentyng your self, except you set your
hands to the work therby to gyue the repulse to aduerse fortune?
I haue heard you many tymes speake of the Constancye and Force
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