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countenaunce, but of good wyll, and wyth fryendly gesture,
rather than any Ennimies Face, saluting Angelica at all tymes
when he met hir. Wherefore Montanine was assured, that the onely
loue of Salimbene towards his sister caused that delyueraunce,
concluding that when the passion doth proceede of good loue,
seazed in gentle heart and of noble enterpryse, it is impossible
but it muste bryng forth the maruellous effects of vertue’s
gallantize, of honesty and curtesy, and that the spyrite wel
borne, can not so mutch hide hys gentle nourtoure, but the fyre
must flame abroade, and that whych seemeth dyfficult to bee
brought to passe, is facilitye, and made possible by the
conceiptes and indeuors so wel imployed: wherefore in the Ende
not to bee surmounted in Honesty, ne yet to beare the marke of
one, that vnthankefully accepteth good turnes, he determyned to
vse a great prodigality vppon him, that vnder the name of foe,
had shewed himselfe a more faythful friend, then those that bare
good face, and at neede wer furthest off from afflicted
Montanine, who not knowing what present to make to Salimbene,
but of himselfe and hys syster, purposed to impart his minde to
Angelica, and then vpon knowledge of hir wil to performe his
intent. For which cause vnderstanding that his gracious enimy
was gone into the Countrey, he thoughte well to consyder of his
determynatyon, and to breake wyth hir in hys absence, the better
to Execute the same, vppon his nexte retourne to the Citye. He
called Angelica asyde, and beynge bothe alone together, hee vsed
these or sutch lyke Woordes: “You knowe, deare Sister, that the
higher the fall is, the more daungerous and greater gryefe he
feeleth that doth fall from highe than hee that tumbleth downe
from place more low and of lesser steepenes. I speak this,
bicause I cal to mind the condition, nobility, and excellency of
our ancesters, the glorie of our race, and riches of all our
house, which constraineth me many tymes to sigh, and sheade a
streame of teares, when I see the sumptuous palaces that were
the homes and resting places of our Fathers, and grand fathers,
when I see on al parts of this City, the Armes, and Scutcheons
painted and imbossed, bearyng the mark of the Antiquity of our
house, and when I beholde the stately marble tombes and brasen
Monuments, in dyuers our Temples erected for perpetuall Memorye
of many knyghtes and generalles of warres, that sorted forth of
the Montanine race: and chyefly I neuer enter thys great Palace,
the remnant of our inheritaunce and patrimony, but the
remembraunce of our auncesters, so glaunceth ouer mine Hearte,
as an hundred hundred tymes, I wysh for death, to thynke that I
am the Post alone of the mysery and decay fallen vppon the name
and famous familye of the Montanines, whych maketh me thinke our
life to be vnhappy, being downe fallen from sutch felicity,
to feele a mysery most extreame. But one thing alone ought to
content vs, that amid so great pouerty, yl luck, ruine and
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