VI. THE PATIENT COUNTESS. The subject of this tale is taken from that entertaining Colloquy of Erasmus, intitled, Uxor Meuryapos, sive Conjugium:' which has been agreeably modernized by the late Mr. Spence, in his little Miscellaneous Publication, intitled, 'Moralities, &c. by Sir Harry Beaumont,' 1753, 8vo. pag. 42. The following stanzas are extracted from an ancient poem intitled Albion's England, written by W. Warner, a celebrated Poet in the reign of Q. Elizabeth, though his name and works are now equally forgotten. The Reader will find some account of him in Vol. II. Book II. Song 24. The following stanzas are printed from the author's improved edition of his work, printed in 1602, 4to.; the third impression of which appeared so early as 1592, in bl. let. 4to.-The edition in 1602 is in thirteen Books; and so it is reprinted in 1612, 4to.; yet, in 1606, was published 'A Continuance of Albion's England, by the first author, W. W. Lond. 4to.:' this contains Books xiv. xv. xvi. In Ames's Typography, is preserved the memory of another publication of this writer's, intitled, 'Warner's Poetry,' printed in 1586, 12mo, and reprinted in 1602. There is also extant, under the name of Warner, 'Syrinx, or seven fold Hist. pleasant, and profitable, comical and tragical.' 4to. It is proper to premise, that the following lines were not written by the Author in stanzas, but in lóng Alexandrines of 14 syllables; which the narrowness of our page made it here necessary to subdivide. IMPATIENCE chaungeth smoke to flame, Some wives by patience have reduc'd Ill husbands to live well: As did the ladie of an earle, Of whom I now shall tell. An earle [there was] had wedded, lov'd; Full true to his fayre countesse; yet Once hunted he untill the chace, Long fasting, and the heat Did house him in a peakish graunge 10 Where knowne and welcom'd (as the place Browne bread, whig, bacon, curds and milke A cushion made of lists, a stoole Were brought him, and he sitteth down The poore old couple wisht their bread Meane while (in russet neatly clad, With linen white as swanne, Herselfe more white, save rosie where The ruddy colour ranne: Whome naked nature, not the aydes Of arte made to excell) The good man's daughter sturres to see The earle did marke her, and admire Such beautie there to dwell. Yet fals he to their homely fare, And held him at a feast: But as his hunger slaked, so An amorous heat increast. When this repast was past, and thanks, And welcome too; he sayd Unto his host and hostesse, in The hearing of the mayd: 35 40 'Yee know,' quoth he, that I am lord Of this, and many townes; I also know that you be poore, And I can spare you pownes. Soe will I, so yee will consent, May bargaine for her love; at least, Doe give me leave to trye. Who needs to know it? nay who dares First they mislike, yet at the length For lucre were misled; And then the gamesome earle did wowe He took her in his armes, as yet So coyish to be kist, As mayds that know themselves belov'd, In few, his offers were so large She lastly did consent; With whom he lodged all that night, 65 And early home he went. He tooke occasion oftentimes In such a sort to hunt. And lastly was informed of His amorous haunt elsewhere; It greev'd her not a little, though She seem'd it well to beare. 70 And thus she reasons with herselfe, Some fault perhaps in me; Somewhat is done, that so he doth: How may I winne him to myself? He is a man, and men Have imperfections; it behooves Me pardon nature then. To checke him were to make him checke,1 Although hee now were chaste: A man controulèd of his wife, To her makes lesser haste. If duty then, or daliance may I will be dutifull, and make So was she, and so lovingly Yet still he loves his leiman, and Did still pursue that game; His lady knew the same: Wherefore to make him know she knew, She this devise did frame: To check is a term in falconry, applied when a hawk stops and turns away from his proper pursuit: To check also signifies to reprove or chide. It is in this verse used in both senses. When long she had been wrong'd, and sought The foresayd meanes in vaine, She rideth to the simple graunge But with a slender traine. She lighteth, entreth, greets them well, 10 And then did looke about her:: The guiltie houshold knowing her, Yet, for she looked merily, The lesse they did misdoubt her. When she had seen the beauteous wench Such beauty made the countesse hold "Who would not bite at such a bait?' Thought she: and who (though loth) So poore a wench, but gold might tempt? Sweet errors lead them both. Scarse one in twenty that had bragg'd Of proffer'd gold denied, Or of such yeelding beautie baulkt,,, But, tenne to one, had lied.' Thus thought she: and she thus declares My lord, oft hunting in these partes, Hath often lodged in your house; I thanke you for the same; For why? it doth him jolly ease To lie so neare his game. J 110 115 120 125 130 |