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Thempresse lad hym w^t her in to her chamber ⁊ commaunded all other to auoyde ⁊ set hym by her afore her bedde, ⁊ sayd, O my best beloued dyoclesyan, I haue moche of your persone ⁊ beaute herde, but now I am glad y^t I may se you w^t myn eyen that my herte coueyteth ⁊ loueth, for I haue caused your fader to sende for you / that I haue solace ⁊ joy of your persone. Wherfore I w^tout faute gyue you knowledge that I for your loue vnto this daye haue kepte my vyrgynyte. Speke to me ⁊ lete vs goo bed togyder. But he gaue her no worde to answer. She seynge that sayd to hym, O good dyoclesyan haue the half of my soule wherfore speke ye not to me / or at y^e leest shewe me some token of loue / what shall I do, speke to me. I am redy to fulfyll and perfourme your wyll. ⁊ whan she had thus sayd she embraced hym ⁊ wold haue kyssed hys mouth ⁊ he torned his vysage from her, ⁊ in no wyse wolde cōsent. Tho sayd she ayen to hym, O sone wherfore do ye thus w^t me: beholde there is none y^t may se vs lete vs togyder slepe / ⁊ than shall ye well perceyue y^t for your loue I haue kept my vyrgynyte, and he torned his vysage frome her. She seynge y^t he was of her ashamed shewed vnto hym her naked body and brestes and sayde, beholde my sone what body I haue att your wylle, gyue me youre consent or elles it shall be herde for me to passe with my ryght mȳde. He neyther w^t sygne ne w^t countenaūce of vysage shewed her ony maner of loue, but as much as he coude withdrewe hym from her, whā she sawe y^t she sayd, O my moste swete sone yf it please you not to cōsent to me ne yet speke, haply for some resonable cause, Lo here is paper pen ⁊ ynke yf ye wyl not speke w^t your mouth than wryte your wyl yt I ony tyme herafter may trust in your loue or not. The chylde wrote as hereafter folowed, O lady god forbede y^t I sholde defoule my faders orcheyerde, yf I shulde defoul it: I wote not what fruyte I shold haue of it. I knowe wel one thȳge y^t I sholde syn̄ in y^e syghte of god ⁊ I sholde ren in y^e maledictyon of my fader, ⁊ therfore from hensforth prouoke or styre me no more therto / Whan she had y^t cedule seen ⁊ red she brake it w^t her teth: ⁊ tare or rent her clothes w^t her nayles to her nauyll. ⁊ her vysage al to scratched, it was al blody, ⁊ cast from her al y^e ornamētes of her hede ⁊ cryed w^t a loude voyce: come hither my lords ⁊ help me afore y^t ths rude ⁊ euyll body shame ⁊ rauyssh me.