ter while to fall and pash him in
peeces, will not he be submissiuely sorrowfull for his transgressions,
refraine himselfe from the least thought of folly, and purifie his
spirit with contrition and penitence? Gods hand like a huge stone hangs
vneuitably ouer thy head: what is the plague, but death playing the
prouost marshall, to execute all those that wil not be called home
by anie other meanes. This my deare knights body is a quiuer of his
arrowes, which alreadie are shot into thee inuisible. Euen as the age of
goates is knowen by the knots on their homes, so think the anger of God
apparently visioned or showne vnto thee in the knitting of my browes.
A hundred haue I buried out of my house, at all whose departures I haue
been present: a hundreds infection is mixed with my breath, loe, now
I breath vpon thee, a hundred deaths come vpon thee. Repent betimes,
imagine there is a hell though not a heauen: that hell thy conscience is
throughly acquainted with, if thou hast murdred halfe so manie, as thou
vnblushingly braggest. As _Mocenas_ in the latter end of his dayes
was seuen yeres without sleepe, so these seuen weekes haue I took
no slumber, my eyes haue kept continuall watch against the diuell my
enemie: death I deemed my frend (frends flie from vs in aduersitie),
death, the diuell & al the ministring spirits of temptation are watching
about thee to intrap thy soule by my abuse to eternall damnation. It is
thy soule only thou maist saue by sauing mine honor.
Death will haue thy bodie infallibly for breaking into my house, that he
had selected for his priuate habitation. If thou euer camst of a woman,
or hop'st to be sau'd by the seed of a woman, spare a woman. Deares
oppressed with dogs, when they cannot take soyle, runne to men for
succor: to whom should women in their disconsolate and desperate estate
run, but to men like the Deare for succour and sanctuarie. If thou bee
a man thou wilt succour me, but if thou be a dog & a brute beast, thou
wilt spoile me, defile me & teare me: either renounce Gods image, or
renounce the wicked minde that thou bearest.
These words might haue moou'd a compound hart of yron and adamant, but
in his hart they obtained no impression: for he sitting in his chaire
of state against the doore all the while that she pleaded, leaning his
ouerhanging gloomie eybrowes on the pommell of his vnsheathed sword, hee
neuer lookt vp or gaue her a word: but when he perceiued shee expected
his answer
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