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 I gan to dreade bad measures lest my wife had made some scape. Hir youthfull yeares begarnished with beautie, grace and shape, In maner made me to beleve the deede already done. Againe hir maners did forbid mistrusting over soone. But I had bene away: but even the same from whom I came A shrewde example gave how lightly wives doe run in blame: But we poore Lovers are afraide of all things. Hereupon I thought to practise feates: which thing repented me anon: And shall repent me while I live. The purpose of my drifts Was for t'assault hir honestie with great rewards and gifts. The Morning fooding this my feare, to further my device, My shape (which thing me thought I felt) had altered with a trice. By meanes whereof anon unknowne to Pallas towne I came, And entred so my house: the house was clearely voide of blame: And shewed signes of chastitie in mourning ever sith Their maister had bene rapt away. A thousand meanes wherewith To come to Procris speach had I devisde: and scarce at last Obteinde I it. As soone as I mine eie upon hir cast, My wits were ravisht in such wise that nigh I had forgot The purposde triall of hir troth. Right much adoe God wot I had to holde mine owne that I the truth bewrayed not. To keepe my selfe from kissing hir full much adoe I had As reason was I should have done. She looked verie sad. And yet as sadly as she lookte, no Wight alive can show A better countenance than did she. Hir heart did inward glow In longing for hir absent spouse. How beautifull a face Thinke you, Sir Phocus, was in hir whome sorrow so did grace? What should I make report how oft hir chast behaviour strave And overcame most constantly the great assaults I gave? Or tell how oft she shet me up with these same words? To one (Where ere he is) I keepe my selfe, and none but he alone Shall sure enjoy the use of me. What creature having his Wits perfect would not be content with such a proofe as this Of hir most stedfast chastitie? I could not be content: But still to purchase to my selfe more wo I further went. At last by profering endlesse welth, and heaping gifts on gifts, In overlading hir with wordes I drave hir to hir shifts.