The pleasant and sweet history of patient Grissell Shewing how she from a poore mans daughter, came to be a great lady in France, being a petterne for all vertuous vvomen. Translated out of Italian.

CHAP. 6. Of the gret sorrow that Patient Gris∣sel, made for her Children.

SHe tooke the Babies, Even from the nursing Ladies, betweene her tender armes, She often wishes With many sorrowfull kisses, that she might ease their harmes; Farewell, farewell, A thous••nd times my children deare. never shall I sée you againe: 'Tis long of me Your sad and wofull Mother here, for whose sake both must be slaine. Had I béene borne of royall race, You might have liv'd in happy case, But you must dye for my unworthinesse. Come messenger of death (quoth she) Take my dearest Babes to thée, And to their father my complaints expresse. He tooke the children And to his noble Master,

be brought them both with speed, Who in secret sent them Vnto a noble Lady, to be brought up indeed; Then to faire Grissell, With a heavy heart he goes, where she sate mildly all alone, A pleasant gesture, And a lovely looke she sh••wes, as if no griefe she had knowne. (Qd he) my children now are slaine, What thinks fair Grissel of the same, Sweet Grissel now dec••are thy mind to me. Sith you my Lord are pl••as d with it Poore Grissel thinks the action fit, Both I and mine at your command will be.