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Philotimus.
The warre betwixt Nature and Fortune.
MIne owne best beloued and deare Peri∣ander, well mett, long haue I sought the, and fayne would haue founde thée, and glad am to sée thée, swete Periander.
Pandolpho, more hartely wel∣come then shall appeare by thy cheare, though better be away then haue so slē∣der entertainment: yet if wishing with∣out hope might encrease my wealth, or sorrow for my want excuse my good meaning, neither should thy paynes bee so coldly rewarded, neither shall my nature bee sus∣pected of nigardize. But shadowes without substance make braū∣••alne fare, and sayinges beare no seales, but deedes be indented.
Ay me therefore & wellaway, and cursed be my miseries most waylfull wight, whose remedy is patience, and thats a pinching payne, whose comfort is death, which neuer will consume mee. Sometimes it approcheth with his manacing torments, but still prolonges my lyfe to augmente my martyrdome: I canne be no worse, and therefore I feare not: I shall be no better, and there∣fore I hope not. Well Pandolpho, repose thy selfe in this shady brier, a semelie pallace for so dainty Cates, and in steade of mu∣sicke to make vs meriment, recounte our driery destinies as be∣comes our dole.
Good Periander to greue thy self for these trifles, were to preuent me of my purpose, & proue thy self vnkind: for my com∣ming was to lessen thy woes with perswations, and thou sighest as soone as thou seest mee, and to continue our mutuall affecti∣on, and thou accountest mee as a straunger. I am of Themisto∣cles