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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So, with teares standing in his eyes, he told her what he was; where he
heard the first report of her singular perfections, and instantly became**
enamored of her, as the maine motive of his entring into her service.
Then, most humbly he entreated her, that if it might agree with her
good liking, she would be pleased to commisserate his case; and grace
him with her private favours. Or, if shee might not be so mercifull
to him; that yet she would vouchsafe, to let him live in the lowly
condition as he did, and thinke it a thankefull duty in him, onely to
love her. O singular sweetnesse, naturally living in faire feminine
blood! How justly art thou worthy of praise in the like occasions? Thou
couldst never be wonne by sighes and teares; but hearty imprecations
have alwayes prevailed with thee, making thee apt and easie to amorous
desires. If I had praises answerable to thy great and glorious
deservings, my voice should never faint, nor my pen waxe weary, in the
due and obsequious performance of them.
Madam _Beatrix_, well observing _Anichino_ when he spake, and giving
credit to his so solemne protestations; they were so powerfull in
prevailing with her, that her senses (in the same manner) were
enchanted; and sighes flew as violently from her, as before he had
vented them: which stormy tempest being a little over-blowne, thus
she spake. _Anichino_, my hearts deere affected Friend, live in hope,
for I tell thee truly, never could gifts, promises, nor any Courtings
used to me by Lords, Knights, Gentlemen, or other (although I have
bin solicited by many) winne the lest grace or favour at my hand, no,
nor move me to any affection. But thou, in a minute of time (compared
with their long and tedious suing) hast expressed such a soveraigne
potency in thy sweet words, that thou hast made me more thine, then
mine owne: and beleeve it unfeinedly, I hold thee to be worthy of my
love. Wherefore, with this kisse I freely give it thee, and make thee a
further promise, that before this night shall be fully past, thou shalt
in better manner perceive it. Adventure into my Chamber about the houre
of midnight, I will leave the doore open: thou knowest, on which side
of the bed I use to rest, come thither and feare not: if I sleep, the
least gentle touch of thy hand will wake me, and then thou shalt see
how much I love thee. So, with a kinde kisse or two, the bargaine was
concluded, she licensing his departure for that time, and he staying
in hope of his hearts happinesse, till when, he thought every houre a
yeare.
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