I wept for woe, to see mine host distrest,
But he for ioy to see his happie guest.
78.
Him to the lords I publisht by my praise,
And at my table carefully him set,
Recounting them the many sundrie waies
I was vnto this gentleman[2074] in debt,
How great he was in Florence in those daies,
With all that grace or reuerence him might get:
Which all the while yet silently he heares,