French fiction -- Translations into English; Italian fiction -- Translations into English
out of the house, ne ceased to weepe and lamente the hard
fortune whereinto their family was lyke to fall by that new
mischaunce: “Alas,” said the fayre curteous damsel, “will the
heauens never be appeased but continually extend their wrathe
vpon our deplored family, and shal our missehaps neuer cease?
Had it not bene more tollerable for our consumed bloude, that
the dissentions past, had been tried by dent of sword, than to
see the present innocency of the young Gentleman my brother in
daunger to be innocently accused and put to death, through the
vniustice of those, which beare mortal malice to noble bloud,
and glory in depryuation of the whole remembrance of the same?
O dampnable state that muste hale the guiltlesse to the gibet
and irreuocable sentence of those iudges remaining in a city,
which men cal free, albeit a confused multitude hath the vpper
hande, and may so bee, that Nature hath produced them to treade
vnder foote noble Wightes for their Offences. Ah dear Brother,
I see well what is the cause. If thou hadst not that lytle
lordshyp in the Countrey, and Pryncely House in the City, no man
would haue enuied thine estate, or could haue charged thee with
any Crime, which I would to God, thou hadst not onely
enterprysed, but also broughte to passe, to the intent thou
mightest haue ben reuenged of the wrong which these cankred
Carles ordinarily do vnto my Noble bloud. But what reason is it
that marchants and artificers, or the sonnes of villaines should
rule a common Wealth? O happy Countreis where kings giue Lawes,
and Princes see by proued sight, those persons which resemble
them, and in their places beare the sway. And O unhappy wee,
that be the slaues of a waiwarde state, peruerted by corruption.
Why dyd our predecessors minde to stablysh any lyberty at al, to
thrust the same into the confused gouernment of the commons of
our Countrey? We haue stil the Frenchman at our tayle, or the
people of our highest Bishop, or else those crafty Florentines,
we be the common pray of al those that list to follow the haunt,
and that which is our extreamest misery, we make oure selues the
very slaues of them that of right ought to be reputed the vilest
amongs us al. Ah deare Brother, that thy wretched tyme is come,
the onely hope of our decayed family. Thou hadest neuer bene
committed to Warde, had not thy false assured foes bene assure
of witnesse to condempne thee. Ah that my life mighte raunsome
thine, and redeme agayn thyne estate and succor, thou shouldest
be sure that forthwith Angelica would prepare hirself to bee the
pray of those hungry rauenyng Wolues, which bleat and bellow
after thy Lands and Lyfe.” Whyle this fayre Damsell of Siena in
this sort dyd torment hir self, poore Montanine, seeinge that he
was brought to the last extremity of his desired hope, as eche
man naturally doth seke meanes to prolong his lyfe, knowing that
all other help fayled for hys delyueraunce except he sold his
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