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employe you. Ye knowe that the first point that a Gentleman
ought to regarde, consisteth not onely in repelling the iniury
done vnto the body, but rather it behoueth that the fight begin
for the defense of his honor, which is a thinge that proceedeth
from the Minde, and resorteth to the Body, as the Instrument to
worke that which the spyryte appointeth. Now it is honour, for
conseruation whereof, an honest man and one of good Courage
feareth not to put hymselfe in all perill and daunger of death
and losse of goodes, referring himselfe also to the guarde of
that whych toucheth as it were oure owne reputation. In sutch
wyse as if a good Captaine do suffer hys souldier to be a wycked
man, a Robber, a Murderer, and an exacter, he beareth the note
of dyshonor albeit in all his doings he gouerneth his estate
after the rule of honesty, and doth nothing that is vnworthy his
vocation. But what? he being a head vnited to sutch members, if
the partes of that vnited thing be corrupt and naught, the head
must needes bear the blot of the fault before referred to the
whole Body. Alas (sayd he sighing) what parte is more neare, and
dearer to Man, than that which is giuen vnto him for a Pledge
and Comfort duryng his Life, and which is conioyned to be bone
of his bone, and flesh of his flesh, to breath forth one Mynde,
and to think with one heart and equall wil. It is of the Wyfe
that I speake, who being the moytie of hir husband, ye ought not
to muse if I say, that the honoure of the one is the rest of the
other, and the one infamous and wycked, the other feeleth the
troubles of sutch mischiefe, and the Wife being carelesse of hir
honour, the husband’s reputation is defiled, and is not worthy
of prayse, if he suffer sutch shame vnreuenged: I must
(Companions and good friends) here dyscouer that whych my heart
would faine kepe secrete, if it were possible, and must rehearse
a thing vnto you, which so sone as my Mouth would faine kepe
close, the Minde assayeth to force the ouerture. And loth I am
to do it, were it not that I make so good accompt of you, as ye
being tied to me with an vnseparable Amity, will yeld me your
comfort and Ayde against him that hath done mee this Villany,
sutch as if I be not reuenged vpon, needes must I be the
Executioner of that vengeance vppon my selfe, that I am loth to
lyue in this dishonor, whych all the dayes of my life (without
due vltion) like a Worme wyll torment and gnaw my conscyence.
Wherefore before I goe any further, I woulde knowe whether I
myght so well trust your aide and succour in this my businesse,
as in all others I am assured you would not leaue mee so long as
any breath of life remained in you. For without sutch assurance,
I do not purpose to let you know the pricking naile that
pierceth my heart, nor the gryefe that grieueth me so neare,
as by vttering it without hope of help I shall open the Gate to
death, and dye without reliefe of my desire, by punishing him,
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