¶The behauiour of D. Ridley at his supper, the night before his suffering.
* 1.1THe night before he suffred, his beard was washed, and his legs, and as he sate at supper the same night at M. Irishes (who was his keeper) he had his hostesse, and the rest at the boord, to his mariage: for (saith he) to morrowe I must be maried, and so shewed hymselfe to bee as mery as euer he was at any time before. And wishing his sister at his mariage, he asked hys brother sittyng at the Table, whether she could find in her heart to be there or no, and he answered,* 1.2 yea, I dare say, with all her heart: at which word he sayd, he was glad to heare of her so much therein. So at this talke maistres Irish wept.
But M. Ridley comforted her, and sayd: Oh maistres Irishe, you loue me not now, I see well enough. For in that you weepe, it doth appeare you will not be at my ma∣riage, neither are content therewith. In deede you be not so much my friend, as I thought you had bene. But quiet your selfe: though my breakefast shall be somwhat sharpe and paynfull, yet I am sure, my supper shalbe more plea∣sant and sweete, &c.
When they arose from the Table, hys brother offered hym to watch all night with hym.* 1.3 But he said, no, no, that you shall not. For I mynd (God willyng) to goe to bed, and to sleepe as quietly to night, as euer I did in my lyfe. So hys brother departed, exhortyng hym to bee of good cheere, and to take hys Crosse quietly, for the reward was great, &c.