ANDRUGIO

My good Sister Cassandra? My Cassandra what news, good sister show? Thy woeful brother Andrugio. Oh good Cassandra, leave to check, and chide me thraule therefore If late repentance, wrought me help I would do so no more. But out alas, I wretch, too late, do sorrow my amys. Unless Lord Promos grant me grace: in vain is hady wist, Wherefore sweet sister, whilst in hope, my Dam ̄ pned life yet were, Assault his heart, in my behalf, with battering Tyre of tears. If thou by suit dost save my life, it both our joys will be, If not it may suffice thou soughst, to set thy brother free: Wherefore speed to prorogue my days, to morrow else I die. Sister adieu, Till thy return, I live, tween, hope, and breed. My death, alas what raised this new disdain? Sweet, show the cause, I must this dome endure? And may it be a Judge of his account, Can spot his mind, with lawless love or lust? But more, may he doom any fault with death? When in such fault, he finds himself injust. Sister, that wise men love we often see, And where love rules, gainst thorns does reason spurn. But who so loves, if he rejected be, His passing love, to peevish hate will turn. Dear sister then, note how my fortune stands, That Promos love, the Like is oft in use: And sith he crave, this kindness, at your hands, Think this, if you his pleasure do refuse. I in his rage (poor wretch) shall sing Peccavi. Here are two evils, the best harden to digest, But where as things are driven unto necessity, There are we bid, of both evils choose the least: Nay Cassandra, if thou thy self submit, To save my life, to Promos fleshly will, Justice will say, thou dost no crime commit: For in forced faults is no intent of ill. Nay sweet sister more slander would insawe, Your spotless life, to reave your brother's breath: When you have pour, for to enlarge the same, Once in your hands, does lie my life, and death, Way that I am, the self same flesh you are, Think I once gone, our house will go to wrack: Know forced faults, for slander need not care: Look you for blame, if I quail through your lack. Consider well, my great extremity, If other wise, this doom I could revoke: I would not spare, for any ieberdye: To free thee wench, from this same heavy yoke. But ah. I see, else, no way saves my life. And yet his hope, may further thy consent, He said, he may percase make thee his wife, And t'is likely, he can not be content With one nights joy: if love he after seeks, And I discharged, if thou aloof then be, Before be loose thy self, that so he leeks. No dought but he, to marriage, will agree. My good sister to God I thee betake, To whom I pray, that comfort change thy care. Assure thy self, most faithful friend, I willbe known to none: To none alas, I see my escape yields me but small relief, Cassandra, and Polina will destroy themselves, with grief: Through thought y to I am dead: they dead, to live what helpeth me? Most faithful friend, I hope that God, will work as you do say, And therefore, to some place unknown, I will my self convey. Gayler, fare well: for thy good deed, I must remain thy debtor, In mean while yet receive this gift, till fortune sends a better: I pass not now for fortunes threats, yea though his force she show And therefore styck not to receive this small reward in partly. Since so thou wilt, I willbe gone adue Till fortune smile.