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 ECAUSE no hope is left me, Ballatetta, Of return to Tuscany, Light-foot go thou some fleet way Unto my Lady straightway, And out of her courtesy Great honour will she do thee.

Tidings thou bearest with thee sorrow-fain Full of all grieving, overcast with fear. On guard! Lest any one see thee or hear, Any who holds high nature in disdain, For sure if so, to my increase of pain, Thou wert made prisoner And held afar from her, Hereby new harms were given Me, and after death even Dolour and griefs renewed.

Thou knowest, Ballatetta, that Death layeth His hand upon me whom hath Life forsaken; Thou knowest well how great a tumult swayeth My heart at sound of her whom each sense crieth Till all my mournful body is so shaken That I cannot endure here,