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The tragicall and true historie which happened betwene two English louers. 1563 written by Ber. Gar. 1565.
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B. G. (Bernard Garter); Brooke, Arthur, d. 1563. Romeus and Juliet.
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that it had seen Whie not amonges the Caniballes were spent my yeares fresh Who in my sicknes wolde haue kilde me and haue eat my flesh Or elles amonges the tyrant Turkes I had been captiue caught And then that dolour and that greefe had now my quyet wraught The poets fayne in heuie hell sometyme is quiet rest But I in earth from tyme to tyme am more and more opprest Whie Venus arte thou cruell blynde or seeing wilt not see Or first thou stil and laughest at the wrong thou dost to me Or doth thie cruell sonn and thou together both conclude In hating yonge mens quyet state their sences to delude What staye quod the Phisition what meanes your frantique braine What booteth this vndecent talke What easeth it your payne So long haue I geuen eare to you as doutfull was my minde Wheare you of humane nature weare or elles of brewtysh kynde Is ther no god at all thinke you howe do you banne and curse Or do you think in hym is not tamende or make you wourse But if you cannot pacifie your rigour and your thrall Doo seeke some other frendes aduice come not to me at all I ioye to see your helthfull blisse I greue to see your payne And shortlie hope recouerie shall yet retourne againe Yf you canne take this quyetlie till God do sende you rest He tourneth alwaies comonly the hardest to the best And where you iudge that in the world none hath so harde a hap What is thear anny alwaies may sit in good Fortunes lap No happie is that man and blest at last that maye aspire And after many trobled daies obteyne his hartes desire Your tendre yeares cannot gesse how farre it is vnmeate For witles youthe before the soure to feele or tast the sweate What Iuell doth a man esteame that he doth lightlye get Somoche as that by endles cost and trauayle he doth set Or what is that which easelie comes to a man alone But that againe as soddenly doth pas away anone Marke well and waie within your hed that harde obteyned grace Foreuer cleaueth to a man to death will geue no place Howe moch then are you bounde to God that wourketh for the nones That all your cares together come to ende your greues at ones Content your carefull harte awhile within a moneth and lesse On my reprofe I warrant you Your cares shall tourne to blesse And he shall graunt you your desire so that you sarue hym well And all the grefes that gripe you nowe will vtterlie expell The louers plantes were watered in ioye of this deuice He yelded hym both hand and harte vnto his frendes aduice Reiecting of his follie cleane and womanly complaint And hoping after good successe which long had had restraynt Thus talke which makes the tyme seme short doth driue the tyme awaie The Starres begynnes to hide themselfes it waxeth parfect daie The Doctour shakes of sluggish slepe and geues himselfe to rise And willes the yongeman laie him downe and followe his aduise A quiet slepe perchaunce may catch your tomoch trobled hedde Vnrestfull men sometyme take rest in vnacqueynted bedde To bed he goeth warme couered and falleth straight a slepe The Doctour leaues the sleping soull vnto the lorde to kepe Perchaunce the hope of blosfull ioyes which hee did trust sholde come Did cause so swete and soddeyne slepe through all his powres to ronne Perchaunce it was the soddeyne ioye that warmde his hart and brest And other partes that weare halfe deade and brought them so to rest Perchaunce the newe vnwonted ioye that nowe was in his brayne Did cause this sounde and restfull slepe through want of wonted payne But likest is that nature wolde to shewe her power geue rest To hym that not in thre monethes space did slepe in quiet nest I leaue the cause to learned men that thearin haue more skill And to the matter I beganne I must retourne and will The Doctour leaues the sick a slepe and glad he is thearfore He stealeth from his chambre and he standeth at his dore Wheare scantly he had taried the eight parte of an howre But aged Nursh he spied from farre come from her maisters bowre Which thing he wolde not seeme to see he lookt an other waye Till Nursh with curtesies two or thre gan to the Doctour saie Your good aduice good gentle sir that you to me did tell My master and my ladie bothe through me perceiue it well And wish that they had longe ago sought out your dwelling place Your counsell and your learned help to ease the wofull race That she these thre monethes space hath roon of whome you sawe the state But nowe good folke they deme with teares your conning comes to late And I haue cause to sobbe and wale asmoch as anny shee Because her neuer parting paine my weping eyes do see This night alas this wicked night I thought her hart wolde breake For sounding sighes and soking sobbes nolde suffre her to speake But lie and wepe whose tendre teares haue soo embrend her chekes As Hellins husbandes neuer was the dolefulst of the Grekes Now scarcelie canne she drawe her wynde and by and by she cries As though she ment thearbie to perce the high and hugie Skies The racking of her sprites thearwith doth seeme to rent her hart And I pooer soule aye me alas looke when she sholde departe But this causde not my cumming nowe my maister doth requyre And that you wolde come see the sike with harte he doth desire Good nursh your maister may commaunde I yeld me to his will He shut his dore and with the Nursh he goeth to proue his skill The Nurshe doth bring him to the house she telles her maister strayght and fourth he comes and welcomes him for whome he long did waight With sober wourdes and comely chere tone greetes the other then Theire meting was not woman lyke they met like sober men The fathers fained cheere not straight shewed fourth his inwarde griefe Nor by and by bewailde his childe his wordes were not so reefe But thus beganne his wittie talke now sixtene winters past accompting from the tenth of March which was amongest vs last My dame gaue vp and tooke her leaue of yong wifes wisshed sute And brought me out a daughter as the ende of all her frute In whome I ioyed very much I had no wenche before But for her grace and vertues sake I ioyed muche the more Yet sonnes I had that myght haue proeud good men a foure or fyue Death tooke them all I was content that she was left alyue In whome I ioyde for vertues sake and parents duetye to As natures will becomes a lawe and forceth men to doe Nowe do you see that god hath wilde such fate on me to fall She is become my sonne myne heire myne onely childe and all And sike she is and very sicke the lorde him selfe doth know Your counsell and your helpe I craue your conning eke to shewe But what