Guystarde and Sygysmonde here foloweth the amerous hystory of Guystarde and Sygymonde and of theyr dolorous deth by her father / newly tra[n]slated out of Laten into Engyisshe by Wyllym Walter servuant to Syr Henry Marney ... Boccaccio, Giovanni, 1313-1375. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A16259 of text S206 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 3183.5). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 35 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 17 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A16259 STC 3183.5 ESTC S206 22060884 ocm 22060884 25003 2240906144

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A16259) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 25003) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 1746:1) Guystarde and Sygysmonde here foloweth the amerous hystory of Guystarde and Sygymonde and of theyr dolorous deth by her father / newly tra[n]slated out of Laten into Engyisshe by Wyllym Walter servuant to Syr Henry Marney ... Boccaccio, Giovanni, 1313-1375. Walter, William, fl. 1520. [30] p., [2] leaves of plates : ill. Imprynted at London in Fletestrete at the synge of the Sonne by Wynkyn de Worde, [London] : M.CCCCC.XXXII [1532] Illustrated t.p. Imprint from colophon. Signatures: A-D⁴. "From the Decameron, 4th day, tale 1"--Cf. STC (2nd ed.). Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng eebo Guystarde and Sygysmonde here foloweth the amerous hystory of Guystarde and Sygymonde and of theyr dolorous deth by her father / newly tra[n]slated ou Boccaccio, Giovanni, 1532 34 5275 3 0 0 0 2 0 43.6 D The rate of 43.6 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 defects per 10,000 words. 2004-11 Assigned for keying and markup 2004-12 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2005-01 Sampled and proofread 2005-01 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2005-04 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion

Guystarde and Sygysmonde ,

Here foloweth the amerous hystory of Guystarde and Sygysmonde / and of theyr dolorous deth by her father / newly translated out of laten in to engysshe by Wyllym̄ Walter seruaunt to syr Henry Marney knyght chaunceler of the duchy of Lancastre .

R. Coplande to the translatour . THynflammate desyre / of your good intent Newes to compyle / eschewynge ydelnesse Cometh of grace / & of wysdome excellent To occupy tuche / as haue no besynesse whiche virtue of doynge / moche harme doth oppresse For surely ydelnesse / is portresse of all synne Euery vyce / redy to lette in The wretched lyfe / of osyosyte Engendreth slouth / pouerte and payne It is nouryce / of voluptuosyte And setteth the mynde on all thynges vayne It sleeth the body / and troubleth the brayne Vnstedyeth the wyt / and wasteth good dede And letteth vertu / and goodnesse to procede Example playne / of ydle Sygysmonde ●edde deyntely / no maner werke to vse whiche caused ydelnesse / for to habonde And vnto pleasure / set onely for to muse Daunce / songe / and play / she dyd not refuse whiche thynges assembled / engendred delyte Ot naturall lust / to do her appetyte Here lacketh besynesse / and good pastyme Grace of good doynge / was from her exyled Caught as a byrde / tangled with lyme Fyr it by one feder / and than with all begyled Ryght so who with this vyce is fyled Take with one synne / all other dothe ensue Er go / good besynesse / is gate of vertue Thus endeth the prologue .
How Sygysmonde after the deth of her husbande was enamored of one Guystarde a man of her faders hous . PRynce of Salerne somtyme was one Tācerde A noble man gentyll lowly and sage Greatly praysed for his manhode and ded Yf he had not take vengeaunce in his age Of two louers / done by his fell courage For they loued eche other tenderly By cruell meane he caused them to dy This noble man had neuer other chylde But a doughter of excellent beaute Prudent in her youthe sage and nothynge wylde Her father loued her ryght tenderly So lothe he was to lese her company That no man coude haue her in maryage Tyll that she was aboue her lawfull age Sygysmonde was the name of this lady whiche was wedded with her faders counseyle Vnto the dukes sone of Campany But in shorte tyme after theyr espousayle Dethe with his darte her husbande dyd assayle After whose dethe she dyd not longe soiourne But to her father she dyd home retourne Of shape and persone she was well fourmed Her face and coloure fayre and amyable Nature in beauty her so fornysshed That none to her was equiperable Her maner and wysdome commendable In all her dedes she was excellent More than to woman is expedyent In her faders house she longe soiournynge In welthe and ease and greate prosperyte Her faders mynde whan she had perceyuynge How he in her had suche felycyte That to mary her he wolde not agre And how it sholde be shame for hym to requyre To accomplysshe her pleasure and desyre Wherfore she concluded in her mynde Some gentyll man for her louer to chose whiche wolde vnto her be secret and kynde with whome she myght her pleasure somtyme vse The chaunce of loue she coude no wyse refuse Cupyde so sore her herte had set on fyre That nede she must accomplysshe her desyre Of nobles and other of meane degre Her faders house was greatly fornysshed As noble housholders are wont for to be Sygysmonde theyr maners oft regarded Amonge whome one out she had espyed Vertuous / humble / stedfast / prew / and sage How be it he was but of small lygnage This noble yonge man Guystarde had the name Vpon whome ofte Sygysmonde her loke dyd cast His noblesse her herte dyd sore enflame And for she had full oft founde hym stedfast Hym for to loue she was nothynge agast His sadde behauour wounded her sore That loue in her encreased more and more This yonge man lykewyse of wyt excellent Perceyuynge the noblesse of this lady In her loue so feruently he brent That nyght nor daye he coude rest quyetly To loue his mynde so moche he dyd apply That by desyre he was so sore opprest His paynfull loue he coude in no wyse dygest Eche of other was sore enamoured Yet none of them knewe the others mynde Sygysmonde nothynge so moche desyred As Guystarde in a secrete place to fynde To whome she myght bewray her loue so kynde To none other she durst shewe her purpose Leest they to her father wolde it dysclose She coueytynge her mynde for to fulfyll All her mynde she wrote in a lettere And in an holowe rede she put the byll And to hym she gaue it with smylynge chere Byddynge hym to bere it to her chambere And to delyuer it vnto her mayd To kyndle the fyre / it was good she sayd Guystarde than toke the foresayd rede Sayenge he wolde soone do her commaundement But in his thought he well ymagyned It was not gyuen hym but for some entent wherfore vnto his chambre he forth went And brake the rede / wherin he dyd espy The letter enclosed ryght secretly Whan that he had ouer red the byll well wherin her purpose he had perceyued He was so mery that no tongue can tell The ioye whiche his herte had supprysed For it was the thynge he moost desyred wherfore he agreed her mynde to fulfyll Accordynge to the tenoure of the byll
R. Coplande to these louers in the effect of theyr loue SE here in loue / the merueylous effect without foresyght / compassynge the ende Onely of lust / the doynge to coniect As by this lady / whiche dyd condescende Vnto this knyght / her mynde so to haue pende Not regardynge / her state of widowheed Honour and good fame / forgetynge as deed O folysshe Guystarde / O vnwyse Sygysmonde / O newe Pryamus / O yonge wanton Thysbe / was no reason / nor fere in you founde To pondre of Tancrede / the inwarde cruelte O blynde loue / suche is thy properte Youthe to enclose with thy lubryke fyre Nothynge regarded / but to do theyr desyre Alas Guystarde where is thy memory Thou doost not pondre thy maysters gentylnesse whiche from thy youthe hath fostred tenderly His house & doughter thou wylt pollute rechelesse Thou wylt dystayne / his honoure and noblenesse His loue thou lesest / his good worde and his dede Beware / suche seruyce / suche is the wage or mede
How after that Guystarde had receyued the rede of Sygysmonde he founde the caue where thorowe he went to her chambre .

THere was a caue ioynynge vnto the place whiche was out of mannes remembraunce past For it was not vsed of longe space On the toppe therof in lyght for to cast There was an hole whiche wos so olde and wast That thornes and breres dyd it ouer growe So that the entre therof none myght knowe And from the caue there was a secrete way whiche of no creature was espyed Vnto the chambre where as Sygysmonde lay The way therof so longe was dysused The dore of the sayd caue was fast barred whiche passage was stopped so secretly That harde it was the encrynge to espye Sygysmonde by the secrete introduccyon Of loue from whose eyes nothynge can be hyd Of the sayd caue she founde the entrynge soone And in to it alone she descended Bothe length and depnesse she well regarded And to Guystarde she made therof reporte By wrytynge how he myght to her resorte Guystarde of this beynge aduertysed Ordred all thynge mete to his besynesse A ledder cote for hym he deuysed From thornes and breres to kepe hym harmelesse And in the nyght thyder he dyd hym dresse And by a rope in to the caue dyd slyde And there for her all nyght he dyd abyde In the mornynge whan the day gan to appere Sygysmonde caused to auoyde by a trayne The maydes whiche lay within her chambere Sayenge that nyght she coude not slepe for payne And quyetly than to rest she wolde fayne And after them she locked fast the dore Of her purpose she thought she wolde be sure Into the caue she gothe incontynent Fyndynge Guystarde / she oft dyd hym embrace In to her chambre they bothe after went And vnto bedde they yede for theyr solace Theyr pleasaunt lyfe they contynue a space Enforsynge them selfe to please eche other Tyll it was tyme for them to dysseuer Guystarde in to the caue went secretly After whome she locked the dore full fast And to her maydens she went hastely But he durst not whyle the day dyd last Go from the caue but whan mydnyght was past He went out so that none hym espyed And vnto his house fast he hym hyed Often tymes this custome they vsed Theyr lyfe amorous ledynge couertly Of a longe tyme it was not perceyued But fortune whiche is alway contrary By his harde chaunce these louers dyd dyscry So that with sorowe ended theyr pleasure There is no ioye that alway may endure Tancrede alone vsed customably Vnto his doughters chambre to resort And on her bedde to slepe somtyme wolde ly Or els with her to fynde some game and sporte In her talkynge he had full greate consort And whan he had ben there a certayne space He wolde departe vnto some other place He came vnto her chambre on a day whyle she was with her maydens in the gardyne He seynge that she was besy in play Besyde her bedde he dyd hym selfe declyne Afore his face he dyd drawe the curtyne A soft pylowe vnder his heed he cast His wery body fell a slepe full fast Sygysmonde before her chambre wyndowes shyt For with Guystarde she had made apoyntment The same day to haue a mery fyt And whan she thought her tyme conuenyent Out of the gardyne secretly she went And vnto her chambre she resorted And after her the dore she fast locked She not knowynge her father there a slepe The caue dore she opened with her kay And caused Guystarde out of it to crepe And on the bedde as they were wont alway Of Venus they vsed the sporte and play So that by noyse and wordes that they dyd make Tancrede her father out of his slepe dyd wake Tancrede from his slepe moued sodeynly All theyr pastyme he well aduertysed At the fyrst tyme he dyd thynke for to crye But in hym selfe he well delybered By sylence his mynde sholde be better sped And that he myght with delyberacyon Vpon them bothe take iust correccyon Where from noyse he kept hym selfe full close These louers whan they had done theyr pleasure With glad semblaunt they bothe from the bedde rose The dede they thought ryght secrete and sure In to the caue whiche was depe and obscure Guystarde went in as he was wont to do And Sygysmonde dyd to her maydens go
R. Coplande by exclamacyon to fortune . VNstable fortune / tomblynge as the see Than yse more slypper frosen after rayne Here is thy dede / here is thy properte Neuer in one / but chaungeable sodayne These two louers / by thy bryttle trayne Thou hast assembled / and now wylt dysceuer A worthy acte / this is thy guyse euer Pryam and Thy she / thou goodly behyght Dydo to Ene / thou caused to combyne Arcyte to Emely / in sturdy fyght And Heleyn to Parys / holly to enclyne Ypomyneus to Athelant of noble lyne Troylus to Cresede / by reason of Pandare At last vnwares / thou dydest them separe O fortune harde / of chaunces moost extreme To brynge her father / O wycked slacke traytresse was there none other person in all the reme For to dyscouer / theyr secret besynesse None ? no / alas here is greate heuynesse Of ony other / it myght haue ben denayde But nay for sothe / thou fortune hast them trayde
How Guystarde was taken comynge out of the caue .

TAncrede for this chaunce beynge troubled From the chambre secretly dyd yssue And with watche men the caue he enclosed within the nyght Guystarde for to pursue As he came oute they toke this louer true In his ledder cote as he was clothed Before Tancrede they haue hym presented Tancrede vnto hym spake thus cruelly Guystarde my kyndnesse hath not deserued That thou sholde do to me this vylany whiche with myne eyen this day I espyed I haue alwaye the greatly fauoured Thou hast dyshonoured me by thyne offence For kyndnesse shame thou doest me recompence The true louer answered pyteously Vnto Tancrede sayenge syr for certayne The harde chaunce of loue no man can deny It is greater than is the power humayne From it I coude my selfe in no wyse refrayne Your puyssaunce may not vnto loue compare Loue is so greate that it wyll no man spare This prynce for this beynge full of sorowe Commaunded hym to be kept in prysone And after dyner on the nexte morowe Vnto his doughters chambre he went ryght soone All were auoyded saue they two alone with heuy chere thus vnto her he sayd whiche knewe nothynge her councell was bewrayd Sygysmonde I haue ben longe dysceyued By your honest vertu and sadde prudence whiche vnto me so stedfast appered That in you I had so greate confydence Thynkynge ye wolde neuer do suche offence No man coude haue made me it to byleue Yf with myne eyes the dede I dyd not preue Thy heynous trespace doth my herte sore greue whiche contynually is in my thought That the small tyme whiche I haue to leue In sorowe to ende thou hast it now brought At leest yf thou had mynded to be nought Thou sholde haue taken one to thy degre Conuenyent the lesse the faute had be But of the multytude that vse my hall Thou hast chosen Guystarde thy loue to be whiche is moost symple and poorest of them all Not gentyll borne but come of lowe degre whome we haue nourysshed for charyte wherfore I am so wrapped in sorowe That what to do as yet I do not knowe Of Guystarde whiche is in captyuyte what I wyll do I am delybered But what punysshement I shall take on the As yet my mynde is not determyned Loue wolde the offence to be pardoned The trespace requyreth vengeaunce certayne Iustyce wolde punysshe / nature wolde refrayne Therfore my mynde as yet is varyable Not knowynge what to done what counceyll Sholde to this mater be moost profytable But I thought fyrst to knowe thy mynde and wyll And vpon that my pleasure to fulfyll These wordes sayd / he cast asyde his eye And lyke a chylde he wept haboundauntly Sygysmonde herynge her father thus speke And how Guystarde was put in pryson depe For sorowe her herte in two dyd nyghe breke Vnneth from sownynge she coude her selfe kepe But lamentably she full fast dyd wepe Knowynge theyr loue to be dyscouered whiche of longe tyme had be full closely hyd She vaynquysshynge her fentynyne courage with constant mynde she dyd cease to lament For angre she knyt the browes and vysage And for to dye in herte she dyd assent Yf Guystarde dyed by her faders Iudgement wherfore of dethe she beynge not dysmayd Vnto her father these wordes she sayd Father your mercy I wyll not requyre Syth your mynde ●s my louer for to kyll I shall nothynge optayne of my desyre And as for me it shall be at your wyll whyder that ye wyll my lyfe do saue or spyll The one I knowe well I shall neuer get The other to haue I do not couet Wherfore your mercy I do now despyse And with good reason for to purge my fame Of this my dede lette it you now suffyse That ye your selfe of it are moost to blame For I had neuer come vnto this shame Yf it had not ben by your neclygence Syth I dyd yll / it is but your offence To loue Guystarde I knowlege and confesse And euer shall whyle that my lyfe doth last whiche is but short the trewthe for to expresse My herte and wyll shall euer be stedfast Yf loue may be whan that the lyfe is past Hym for to loue / my herte shall neuer sease But and it may / it shall rather encrease Father ye sholde haue well consydred That I am not made of yron nor stone But of your flesshe and nature engendred And though that by age your courage is gone Of youthe ye sholde haue consyderacyon How they be brent with ryght feruent desyre Of floue whiche doth theyr hertes sore set on fyre Forthermore ye myght ryght well consyder That ydelnesse and delycate fedynge In yonge people to lust is a breder And how I am in yonge age florysshynge And of my husbande hauynge knowledgynge Of loue what the delycyousnes ment Wherfore with desyre I sholde soone be brent I beynge in voluptuosyte Bothe nyght and day my mynde I dyd apply My flamynge hete how quenched it myght be without mannes helpe I knowe no remedy wherfore my courage for to satysfy In secrete wyse I thought to vse the game So that no man therof me sholde dysfame Loue and fortune my purpose forderynge A secret caue they made me for to fynde wherof no man had ony knowledgynge whiche caue auaunced my desyre and mynde Thynkynge I myght secretly vse my kynde But to your knowlege I greatly meruell The entrynge therof how that ye coude tell Guystarde I haue not loued faynedly As moost women be wont of theyr vsage But of longe tyme I dyd dylygently Begarde his good maners and wysdome sage His constaunt vertu / and manly courage Or I wolde vnto hym ony loue cast whiche is so sure that it shall euer last But for he is borne but of lowe degre Ye say to me the dede to be to me more shame By your sayenge as semeth vnto me Fortune and not Guystarde ye do now blame Vnworthy men whiche bryngeth to greate fame And they that be worthy of greate renome She kepeth lowe vnder her fell thraldome Of one man we toke our orygynall Vertu maketh man to be excellent whose dede is good hym noble men may call Though your sayenge therto do not assent But ygnorant men thynke by theyr Iudgement He is noble that is of greate estate Though theyr maners be worthy for to hate The dedes of your nobles remembre And the maners of Guystarde therwithall Certes yf ye wyll iustely consydre Of noblenesse he shall be specyall Noble vnnoble eyther ye may call Theyr byrthe and maners are full contrary From noblenesse they greately do vary I take recorde therof of your reporte Whome ye haue praysed so excellently Of your affyrmynge I toke greate confort His vertu ye so moche dyd magnyfy And without I am dysceyued truely There is no prayse to hym attrybuted But that he hath it full well deserued Yf he be poore yet he is excellent His noble vertu doth enhaunce his name His youthe in your seruyce hath longe spent Yf he be poore therof ye be to blame with rychesse ye myght haue raysed his name Promocyon he hath deserued full well Pouerte dooth not gentylnesse expell And where ye be in ambyguyte How ye may do to punysshe myne offence Of the sayd doute I wyll make your herte fre To punysshe Guystarde yf ye do pretence Vpon me execute the same sentence I was the cause that he dyd the trespace Yf that he dye I coueyte not your grace Dethe I fere not nor lyfe I wolde optayne But of Guystarde yf ye take not mercy Though ye wolde me spare I shall not refrayne But of my selfe take vengeaunce cruelly And yf we haue deserued for do dye Vpon vs bothe accomplysshe your pleasure For after hym my lyfe shall not longe dure
Robert Coplande to the constauncy in loue of Sygysmonde . O Constant lady / O lyght of louers shene O turtle true / thy louer so absent what myght thou more / than with courage clene Offre thy selfe / to dethe moost vyolent For thy Guystarde / whiche hath his Iudgement Alas my pen / for ruthe sorowe doth quake Onely for ruthe / that I haue for thy sake Alas swete woman / thou loued not for mede Nor yet in comune / but stedfastly to one whiche secrete was in worde / thought and dede And neuer loued but onely the alone Alas what sorowe / now that he is gone Doth the compasse / standynge all in drede Herynge hym iudged / to deth by fyers Tancrede Wyll none excuse / thy faders herte relent And thou his chylde / O nature moost vntrewe Alas me thynke I se the here present Berayned with teres / and asshy deedly hewe Thou do●st not praye this fauoure to eschewe But hardyed in loue / makynge thy Iudgement wenynge therby / his herte for to relent Finis .
How Guystarde was taken out of pryson and his herte cut oute of his body / & sente in a cuppe of golde to Sygysmonde .

THis prynce perceiuing his doughters courage Thought not that she wolde her sayenge fulfyllꝑ But from her chambre he toke his passage To sle his doughter it was not his wyll But Guystarde he determyned to kyll After whose dethe he thought she wolde refayne Forgettynge the loue that was with them twayne He commaunded them that dyd kepe the Iayle To strangle Guystarde by his fell iudgement Secretly in the nyght they sholde not fayle And from his body his herte they sholde rent And there withall they sholde do hym present whose commaundement they durst not dysobey But executed it without delay Tancrede in a cuppe of golde put the herte And by a secret seruaunt he it sent Vnto his doughter with this message smert Sayenge your father sendeth you this present That you sholde take conforte is his entent Of that whiche ye loued best in your mynde whome ye haue founde so stedfast true and kynde But Sygysmonde after her father was gone Oute of her chambre her mynde to fulfyll To the gardyne she went secret alone And gadred veynymous herbes to styll where with she myght her selfe sodeynly kyll Yf Guystarde were slayne as she dyd suppose Than by that venym her selfe she wolde lose But after this message was to her tolde She toke the cuppe with a sadde countenaunce The herte therin sadly she dyd beholde She pondred within her remembraunce That it was his herte she had no dowtaunce wherfore she sayd vnto the messangere These wordes folowynge with heuy chere Certayne my father hath well consydred This noble herte is not worthy to haue Other sepulture to be entyred For in a cuppe of golde sholde be his graue So greate a gyft he neuer to me gaue with greate thankes haue me recommended For his kyndnesse can not be deserued
R. Coplande by exclamacyon to Tancrede in executynge tyranny . OVte on the tyraunt / O cruell Trancrede what hast thou done / fury to commyt Beholde Guystarde withouten herte here blede wo worth thy dome / and hasty shyttle wyt Outrage alas how is thy reason quyt Onely but dethe / fye out alas for wo No pryson / banysshment / nor punysshynge but so Thou hast not regarded the wordes of thy chylde Nor her answers / with promysse desperate But in angre thou hast / thy selfe begylde Now to repent / thou shalt it fynde to late Ase what cometh of domes abreuyate But repentaunce / O fole insapyent Of folysshe Iudge / an hasty iudgement With dethe of one / thou thought to haue the other Thou lesest bothe / and all with hastynesse True loue of deth is the very mother Recorde of Dido / as Vyrgyll doth expresse Dyanyra / Isyphyll / and Lucresse with many other whiche at this tyme Ispare And now by the is come these louers share Finis .
How Sygysmonde dyed after the herte of Guystarde was sent to her .

THe sayd messengere with this dyd departe Sygysmonde holdynge the cuppe tenderly with her lyppes often kyssed the herte Replenysshed with teres aboundauntly with face pale for wo and melancoly Beholdynge it with deedly countenaunce In this wyse she wayled the wofull chaunce O noble herte the pleasaunt hospytall Of my desyre whiche by greate cruelte Hast fynysshed for me thy lyfe mortall To knowe thy dethe it had suffysed me Though with myne eyes I dyd it not se But me thynke it is to me agreable Thou hast thy graue to the conuenable At thy last departynge there lacked nought But the teres of thy louer so fre Yet god hath put within my fathers thought Thy herte he hath sent hyder vnto me To fornysshe them at this thyne obseque He knewe it loued me specyally But with dry eyes I dyd thynke for to dy I can desyre no better company Than thy noble herte at my departynge For to the it is ryght necessary To haue knowlege of my lyfe the endynge By soule with thyne to be is desyrynge Ensemble that they may go theyr passage where pleaseth god to theyr last pylgrymage These wordes sayd she dyd declyne her eye Vpon the cuppe wherin the herte was layde Lyke a ryuer she wept haboundauntly But noyse or cry she dyd not out brayde As women be wont but with mynde dysmayde Full oft she kyssed there the deed herte Complaynynge on fortune false and peruert Her gentyl women beynge there present what the herte sygnyfyed they dyd meruayle And wherfore she dyd so greatly lament And for pyte they dyd wepe and wayle Prayenge her to make to them rehersayle The cause wherfore she made so moche sorowe But in no wyse of her they myght it knowe And whan she had wept suffycyently She dryed her eyen and ceased her wepynge And to the herte she sayd thus pyteously O noble herte best beloued of all thynge The offyce of loue I make now endynge For tyme it is that I sholde folowe the By cruell deth thy felowe for to be This sayd she dranke the poyson without fere And on her bedde downe her selfe she layde The deed herte to hers she helde harde and nere Abydynge her deth without noyse or brayd The maydens of this beynge sore afrayd Suspectynge the drynke and lamentacyon To Tancrede therof they made relacyon Her father of this was greatly meued For he fered his doughters fell courage That her selfe with some thynge had greued To her chambre he toke fast his passage But the poyson no medycyne coude asswage wherfore he syghed and wept asperly Complaynynge his doughters harde desteny She prayed hym to cease so for to raue And that he of his extreme charyte wolde burye her and Guystarde in one graue And for she lyuynge suffred myght not be Secrete to vse famylyaryte That after her dethe she vncouertlye Myght be layd by hym where so he dyd lye Tancrede for wo and sorowe coude not speke Sygysmonde felynge deth to approche fast And that her eye strynges began to breke She badde them all farewell with mynde stedfast with that her soule out of her body past The herte full harde she helde vntyll her brest Vntyll that deth her lyfe had ouer prest Thus the loue of these louers fynysshed Tancrede after his wofull heuynesse In one sepulture them bothe entered within the cyte of Salerne doutlesse Full lyke a prynce with greate pompe and rychesse To these two louers Iesu of his grace Graunt mercy & in heuen to haue a place . Amen .
The lenuoy of R. Coplande . GO tragedy vnto thy translatoure Bewayle to him thy chaunce vnfortunate Yf ought be amys / thyne impressoure In addycyon / or sence myslytterate Pray hym of helpe / thy fautes to castygate And where nede is / to adde or elles detray Pardon of mysmakynge / gladly thou hym pray And hym requyre / accordynge to promys His boke to acheue / he knoweth myne intent whiche is of substaunce worthe many of this And more worthy / of mater excellent How be it with this I do ryght well assent That he with Pamphletes many doth occupy whiche morall bokes / redeth not wyllyngly And yf thou happe to reimpressyon Desyre them / the whiche shall be the cause Though thou be yll / that no transgressyon By them nor theyrs / be made in ony clause Correccyon / I agre / but there a pause Folowe your copy / and lette th amendynge alone He may yll mende two tonges that can but one None be the maysters / that with me wyll dele Than beware / my lytell boke I pray From boyes / and lerners / lest they thy trowthe stele And holly thy fautes / vnto me lay Shewe forthe thy mater / what euer that they say Of loue / foly / fortune / hastynesse / and shame Vnto thyne auctour / and not to me the blame And vnto them / whiche chayned be in loue Shewe example / of wylfull appetyte Ordre eche where / theyr courages to moue well cometh entent / taken of wyse respyte Gyue councell / to leue sensuall delyte Take the as myrrour / suche daunger to ensewe By harme of other / they may the same eschewe . FINIS
Thus endeth the amorous hystory of Guystarde and Sygysmonde . Imprynted at London in Fletestrete at the sygne of the Sonne by Wynkyn de Worde . In the yere of our lorde . M. CCCCC.XXXij .

W C Wynkyn . de . Worde .