This devise was very pleasing to _Marquiso_ and _Stechio_, so that (without any further delaying) they all three left their lodging, and resorting into a secret corner aside, _Martellino_ so writhed and mishaped his hands, fingers, and armes, his legges, mouth, eyes, and whole countenance, that it was a dreadfull sight to looke upon him, and whosoever beheld him, would verily have imagined, that hee was utterly lame of his limbes, and greatly deformed in his body. _Marquiso_ and _Stechio_, seeing all sorted so well as they could wish, tooke and led him towards the Church, making very pitious moane, and humbly desiring (for Gods sake) of every one that they met, to grant them free passage, whereto they charitably condiscended. Thus leading him on, crying still; Beware there before, and give way for Gods sake, they arrived at the body of Saint _Arriguo_, that (by his helpe) he might be healed. And while all eyes were diligently observing, what miracle would be wrought on _Martellino_, hee having sitten a small space upon the Saints bodie, and being sufficiently skilfull in counterfeiting; beganne first to extend forth one of his fingers, next his hand, then his arme, and so (by degrees) the rest of his body. Which when the people saw, they made such a wonderfull noyse in praise of Saint _Arriguo_, even as if it had thundered in the Church. Now it chanced by ill fortune, that there stood a _Florentine_ neere to the body, who knew _Martellino_ very perfectly; but appearing so monstrously misshapen, when he was brought into the Church, hee could take no knowledge of him. But when he saw him stand up and walke, hee knew him then to be the man indeede; whereupon he saide. How commeth it to passe, that this fellow should be so miraculously cured, that never truly was any way impotent? Certaine men of the City hearing these words, entred into further questioning with him, demanding, how he knew that the man had no such imperfection? Well enough (answered the _Florentine_) I know him to be as direct in his limbes and body, as you; I, or any of us all are: but indeede, he knowes better how to dissemble counterfeit trickes, then any man else that ever I saw. When they heard this, they discoursed no further with the _Florentine_, but pressed on mainely to the place where _Martellino_ stood, crying out aloude. Lay holde on this Traytor, a mocker of God, and his holy Saints, that had no lamenesse in his limbes; but to make a mocke of our Saint and us, came hither in false and counterfeit manner. So laying hands uppon him, they threw him against the ground, haling him by the haire on his head, and tearing the garments from his backe, spurning him with their feete, and beating him with their fists, that many were much ashamed to see it.