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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She returning with this answer unto her Mistresse, _Francesca_ remained
in expectation, what the issue of these fond attemptes in them, would
sort unto. When night was come, and the middle houre thereof already
past, _Alessandro Chiarmontesi_, having put off all other garments
to his doublet and hose, departed secretly from his lodging, walking
towards the Church-yard, where _Scannadio_ lay in his grave: but by the
way as he went, hee became surprized with divers dreadfull conceites
and imaginations, and questioned with himselfe thus.
What a beast am I? What a businesse have I undertaken? And whither am I
going? What do I know, but that the Kinsman unto this Woman, perhappes
understanding mine affection to her, and crediting some such matter,
as is nothing so; hath laide this politicke traine for me, that he
may murther me in the grave? Which (if it should so happen) my life
is lost, and yet the occasion never knowne whereby it was done. Or
what know I, whether some secret enemy of mine (affecting her in like
manner, as I do) have devised this stratagem (out of malice) against
mee, to draw my life in danger, and further his owne good Fortune?
Then, contrary motions, overswaying these suspitions, he questioned his
thoughts in another nature.
Let me (quoth he) admit the case, that none of these surmises are
intended, but her Kinsman (by and in this manner devised) must bring
me into her house: I am not therefore perswaded, that he or they do
covet, to have the body of _Scannadio_, either to carry it thither,
or present it to her, but rather do aime at some other end. May not I
conjecture, that my close murthering is purposed, and this way acted,
as on him that (in his life time) had offended them? The Maid hath
straitly charged me, that whatsoever is said or done unto me, I am not
to speake a word. What if they pul out mine eies, teare out my teeth,
cut off my hands, or do me any other mischiefe: Where am I then? Shall
all these extremities barre me of speaking? On the other side, if I
speake, then I shall be knowne, and so much the sooner (perhaps) be
abused. But admit that I sustaine no injurie at all, as being guilty of
no transgression: yet (perchance) I shall not be carried to her house,
but to some other baser place, and afterward she shall reprove me,
that I did not accomplish what shee commanded, and so all my labour is
utterly lost.
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