gentlewoman, how should I? Why, says she, I have been at the conjurer's; but you cannot think what a man he is! I did but ask whether such a gentleman courted my mistress? and casting his eyes on his book, he told me he did; and described him so exactly, that no painter could have drawn his picture better: and besides this he told me, that this was the very man, and no other, whom fortune designed for you; but I would not have you believe me, but go to him yourself to-morrow.
The young gentlewoman hearing this, is all agog to know the truth of the matter, and having more mind for marriage than devotion, instead of prayers, goes to the conjurer and he had not been a cunning man if he had not told her right, being instructed by the maid beforehand what to say. Well, the young gentlewoman being satisfied it was the will of the stars, begins presently to have a good opinion of him, of which the maid fails not to aquaint him. Now judge reader, if this is not an extroardinary pleasure; for what can contribute more to his
