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The letter closed, and sealed, he deliuered to one of his
faythfull and secret Seruaunts, to beare (with the deade Hauke)
vnto Gineura, charging him diligently to take heede to hir
countenaunce, and aboue all, that faithfully he should beare
away what she dyd say vnto him for aunswere. His man fayled not
to speede himselfe with diligence: and being come before
Gineura, he presented that which his maister had sent hir. She
full of wrath and indignation, would not once vouchsafe to reade
the letter, and mutch lesse to accept the present which was a
witnesse of the contrary of that shee did beleue, and turninge
vnto the messenger, she sayde: “My Frende, thou mayest goe get
thee backe agayne, wyth the selfe same charge which thou hast
brought, and say vnto thy mayster, that I haue nothing to doe
with his Letters, his Excuses, or any other thing that commeth
from his handes, as one hauing good experience of his sleyghts
and deceipts. Tell him also, that I prayse God, in good time I
haue taken heede to the little fayth and trust that is in him
for a countergarde, lightly neuer hereafter to bee deceiued.”
The seruyng man would fayne haue framed an Oration to purge his
maister, but the fierce Gentlewoman brake of his talke, saying
vnto hym, that she was wel resolued vpon hir intent, whych was
that Dom Diego should neuer recouer place in hir minde: and that
shee hated hym as mutch at that time as euer shee loued him
before. Vppon whych aunswere the Messanger returned, so
sorrowfull for the Misfortune of his Mayster (knowing hym to bee
very innocent) as he knew full well into what despayre his
Mayster would fall, when he vnderstode those pitifull and heavy
newes: notwithstanding needes he must knowe them, and therefore
when he was come before Dom Diego, he recyted vnto hym from
poynt to poynt his ambassage, and deliuered hym agayne his
Letters. Whereof the infortunate Gentleman was so sore astonned,
as he was like to haue fallen downe dead at that instant.
“Alas,” (sayd he) “what yll lucke is this, that when I thought
to enioye the benefite of my attempte, Fortune hath reuolted to
bryng me to the extremity of the moste desparate man that ever
lyued? Is it possible that my good seruice should bee the cause
of my approached ouerthrow? Alas, what may true and faithfull
louers henceforth hope for, if not the losse of theyr tyme, when
after long deuoire and duetye, an Enuious fool shall come to
depryue them of theyr ioy and gladnesse, and they feelyng the
bytternesse of theyr abandoned farewell, one that loueth lesse
shall beare away the sweete fruicte of sutch hope, and shall
possesse withoute deserte the glory due to a good and faythfull
suter. Ah fayre Gineura, that thou seest not the griefe whych I
do feele, and the affection wherewith I serue thee, and how
mutch I would suffer to gayne and recouer thy good grace and
fauor. Ha vayne hope, which vntill now hast fylled me, with
mirth and gladnesse, altogether spent and ouerwhelmed in the
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