The Decameron (Day 6 to Day 10): Containing an hundred pleasant NovelsBoccaccio, Giovanni
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The Decameron (Day 6 to Day 10): Containing an hundred pleasant Novels
Boccaccio, Giovanni
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The Provoste gaining no other grace at this time, would not so give
over for this first repulse, but pursuing her still with unbeseeming
importunity; many private meanes he used to her by Letters, tokens,
and insinuating ambassages; yea, whensoever shee came to the Church,
he never ceased his wearisome solicitings. Whereat she growing greatly
offended, and perceyving no likelyhood of his desisting; became so
tyred with his tedious suite, that she considered with her selfe,
how she might dispatch him as he deserved, because she saw no other
remedy. Yet shee would not attempte anie thing in this case, without
acquainting her Bretheren first therewith. And having tolde them, how
much shee was importuned by the Provost, and also what course she meant
to take (wherein they both counselled and encouraged her:) within a few
daies after, shee went to Church as she was wont to do; where so soone
as the Provost espyed her: forthwith he came to her, and according to
his continued course, he fell into his amorous courting. She looking
upon him with a smiling countenance, and walking aside with him out
of any hearing: after he had spent many impertinent speeches, shee
(venting foorth manie a vehement sighe) at length returned him this
answer.
Reverend Father, I have often heard it saide: That there is not any
Fort or Castle, how strongly munited soever it bee; but by continuall
assayling, at length (of necessity) it must and will be surprized.
Which comparison, I may full well allude to my selfe. For, you having
so long time solicited me, one while with affable language, then againe
with tokens and entisements, of such prevailing power: as have broken
the verie barricado of my former deliberation, and yeelded mee uppe as
your prisoner, to be commanded at your pleasure, for now I am onely
devoted yours.
Well may you (Gentle Ladies) imagine, that this answere was not a
little welcome to the Provost; who, shrugging with conceyte of joy,
presently thus replyed. I thanke you Madame _Piccarda_, and to tell
you true, I held it almost as a miracle, that you could stand upon
such long resistance, considering, it never so fortuned to mee with
anie other. And I have many times saide to my selfe, that if women
were made of silver, they hardly could be worth a pennie, because
there can scarsely one be found of so good allay, as to endure the
test and essay. But let us breake off this frivolous conference, and
resolve upon a conclusion; How, when and where we may safely meete
together. Worthy Sir, answered _Piccarda_, your selfe may appoint the
time whensoever you please, because I have no Husband, to whom I should
render any account of my absence, or presence: but I am not provided of
any place.
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