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552 MONTAIGNE'S ESSAYES<br />

blow having sore hurt her selfe, and falling into a dead<br />

swowne, after they had with much adoe brought her<br />

to her selfe againe: ' Did I not tell you (quoth she)<br />

that if you kept me from an easie death I would choose<br />

another how ha<strong>rd</strong> and difficult soever ?' <strong>The</strong> end of<br />

so admirable a vertue was this. Her husband Psetus<br />

wanting the courage to doe himselfe to death, unto<br />

which the Emperors cruelty reserved him, one day,<br />

having first employed discourses and exhortations<br />

befitting the counsell she gave him to make himselfe<br />

away, shee tooke a dagger that her husband wore, and<br />

holding it right out in her hand for the period of her<br />

exhortation : Doe thus, Paptus (said she) and at that<br />

instant stabbing her selfe mortally to the heart, and<br />

presently pulling the dagger out againe, she reached<br />

the same unto her husband and so yeelded up the<br />

ghost, uttering this noble, generous, and immortal<br />

speech, Pate non dolet, she had not the leasure to<br />

pronounce other than these three wo<strong>rd</strong>es, in substance<br />

materiall and worthy herselfe, ' Holde Paetus it hath<br />

done me no hurt.'<br />

Casta suo gladium cum traderet Arria Poeto,<br />

Quern de visceribus traxerat ipsa mis;<br />

Si qua fides, vulnus quod feci, non dolet, inquit.<br />

Sed quod tufaciesy id mihi Pate dolet, 1<br />

Chant Arria) when she gave her Paetus that sharpe swo<strong>rd</strong>,<br />

Which from her bowells she had drawne forth bleeding new,<br />

<strong>The</strong> wound I gave and have, if you will trust my wo<strong>rd</strong>,<br />

Grieves not, said she, but that which shall be made by you.<br />

It is much more lively in his owne naturall and of a<br />

richer sense, for both her husbands wound and death,<br />

and her owne hurts, she was so farre from grieving to<br />

have beene the counselor and motive of them, that shee<br />

rejoyced to have performed so haughty and couragious<br />

an act, onely for the behoofe of her deere husband;<br />

and at the last gaspe of her life, she only rega<strong>rd</strong>ed<br />

him, and to remove all feare from him to follow her in<br />

death, which Paetus beholding, he immediately wounded<br />

1 MART. 1. i. Epig. xiv.

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