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A Noble Marques as he did ride on hunting hard by a Forrest side: A proper Mayden as she did sit a spinning his gentle eye espide. Most faire & lovely, and of curteous grace was she, although in simple attire: She sung full sweet with pleasant voyce me-lodiously, which set the Lords hart on fire. The more he looked the more he might, Beautie bred his hartes delight, and to this dainty Damsell then he went: God speede quoth he, thou famous flower, Faire mistres of this homely bower, where love & vertue lives with sweete content. With comely jesture & curteous milde behavi-our she bad him welcome then: She entertaind him in faithful friendly maner and all his Gentlemen. the noble marques in his hart felt such a flame which set his sences at strife: Quoth he, faire maiden shew me soone what is thy name? I meane to make thee my wife. Grissell is my name quoth she, Farre unfit for your degree, a silly Mayden and of parents poore. Nay Grissell thou art rich he sayd, A vertuous faire and comely Mayd, graunt me thy love, and I wil aske no more. At length she consented, & being both contented they married were with speed: Her contrey russet was changd to silk & velvet as to her state agreed. And when she was trimly tyred in the same, her beauty shined most bright, Far staining every other brave & comly dame, that did appeare in her sight. Many envied her therefore, Because she was of parents poore, and twixt her Lord & she great strife did raise Some sayd this, and some sayd that, Some did call her beggers brat, and to her lord they would her soone dispraise O noble Marques (quoth they) why doe you wrong us thus bacely for to wed? That might have gotten an honorable Lady, into your Princely bed. Who will not now your noble issue still deride which shall hereafter be borne: That are of blood so base by their mothers side the which will bring them in scorne: Put her therefore quite away, Take to you a Lady gay, whereby your linage may renowned be: Thus every day they seemde to prate, That malist Grisselles good estate, who tooke all this most milde and patiently. When that the marques did see that they were bent thus against his faithfull wife, Whom he most deerely, tenderly, and entirely, beloved as his life. Minding in secret for to prove her patient hart therby her foes to disgrace: Thinking to play a hard uncurteous part,
that men might pittie her case. Great with childe this Lady was, And at length it came to passe, two goodly children at one birth she had: A sonne and daughter God had sent, Which did their father well content, and which did make their mothers hart full glad. Great royall feasting was at these Childrens christnings and princely triumph made: Sixe weeks together, al nobles that came thi-ther. were entertaind and staid: And when that al those pleasant sportings quite were done the Marques a messenger sent: For his yong daughter, & his prety smiling son declaring his full intent: How that the babes must murdred be, For so the Marques did decree, come let me have the children then he sayd: With that faire Grissell wept full sore, She wrung her hands and sayd no more, my gracious Lord must have his wil obaid. She tooke the babies even from their nursing Ladies betweene her tender armes: She often wishes with many sorrowful kisses that she might helpe their harmes. Farewel farewel a thousand times my children deere, never shall I see you againe, Tis long of me your sad & woful mother heere for whose sake both must be slaine. Had I been borne of royall race, You mighe have liv'd in happy case, but you must die for my unworthines: Come messenger of death said shee, Take my despised babes to thee, and to their father my complaints expres. He tooke the children, and to his noble maister he brings them both with speed: Who secret sent them unto a noble Lady, to be nurst up indeed: Then to faire Grissel with a heavy hart he goes where she sate mildly alone: A pleasant jesture & a lovely looke she showes, as if this griefe she never had knowen. Quoth he, my children now are slaine, What thinkes faire Grissell of the same, sweet Grissell now declare thy mind to mee? Sith you my Lord are pleasd in it, Poore Grissell thinkes the action fit, both I and mine at your command will be, My nobles murmur faire Grissell at thy honor and I no joy can have: Til thou be banisht both from my court and pre-sence as they unjustly crave: Thou must be stript out of thy costly garments all. and as thou camest to me: In homely gray insteed of bisse & purest pall now all thy cloathing must be. My Lady thou shalt be no more, Nor I thy Lord, which grieves me sore, the poorest life must now content thy minde. A groat to thee I must not give, To maintaine thee while I doe live, against my Grissel such great foes I finde.
When gentle Grissell did heare these wofull ti-dings, the teares stood in her eyes: She nothing answered, no words of discontent did from her lips arise. Her velvet gown most patienely she slipped off, her kirtles of silke with the same: her russet gown was broght again with many a scoffe to beare them all herselfe she did frame: When she was drest in this array, And ready was to part away, God send long life unto my Lord quoth shee Let no offence be found in this, To give my Lord a parting kisse, with watry eyes, farewel my deere quoth he. From stately Pallace unto her fathers Cot-tage poore Grissell now is gone: Full sixteene winters she lived there contented no wrong she thought upon: And at that time through all the land the speaches went the Marques should married be: Unto a Lady of high and great discent: to the same all parties did agree. The Marques sent for Grissell faire, The Brides bedchamber to prepare, that nothing therein should be found awrye The Bride was with her brother come, Which was great joy to all and some: and Grissell tooke all this most patiently. And in the morning when they should to the wedding, her patience now was tride: Grissel was charged herself in princely maner for to attire the Bride. most willingly she gave consent to do the same the Bride in her bravery was drest: and presently the noble Marques thither came with all his Lords as he request. O Grissel I would aske quoth he, If she would to this match agree, methinkes her lookes are waxen wondrous coy, With that they all began to smile, And Grissell she replide the while, God send Lord Marques many yeres of joy The Marques was moved to see his best belo-ved thus patient in distresse: He stept unto her, and by the hand he tooke her these wordes he did expresse: Thou art my Bride, & all the Brides I meane to have: these two thine owne children be: The youthfull Lady on her knees did blessing crave her brother as willing as she, And you that envied her estate, Whom I have made my loving mate, now blush for shame, & honor vertuous life: The Chronicles of lasting fame, Shall ever more extoll the name, of patient Grissell my most constant wife.
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