French fiction -- Translations into English; Italian fiction -- Translations into English
the cardinal of Aragon brother to the Lady, the verye Day they
departed from Ancona, deuised amongs themselues that one of them
should ride in post to Rome, to aduertise the cardinal of the
ladye’s maryage, to the intente that the Aragon brethren myght
conceiue no cause to seke reuenge of theyr disloyalty. That
determination spedily was accomplished, one posting towardes
Rome, and the rest galloping to the countrey Castles of the
duke. These newes reported to the Cardinal and his brother, it
may be coniectured how gryeuously they toke the same, and that
they were not able to digest them wyth modestye, the yongest of
the brethren, yalped forth a Thousand Cursses and despytes,
agaynste the symple sexe of womankind. “Ha,” said the Prince
(transported with choler, and driuen into deadly furie) “what
law is able to punish or restrayne the folysh indiscretion of a
Woman, that yeldeth hir self to hir own desires? What shame is
able to brydle and withdrawe a Woman from hir mind and madnesse?
Or with what fear is it possible to snaffle them from execution
of theyr filthinesse? Ther is no beast be he neuer so wilde,
but man sometime may tame, and bring to his lure and order. The
force and diligence of Man is able to Make mylde the stronge and
Proude, and to ouertake the swyftest Beaste and Foule, or
otherwyse to attayne the hyghest and deepest things of the
world: but this incarnate diuelish beaste the Woman, no force
can subdue hir, no swiftnesse can approch hir mobylity, no good
mind is able to preuent hir sleightes and deceites, they seem to
be procreated and borne againste all order of Nature, and to
liue withoute Lawe, whych gouerneth al other things indued with
some reason and vnderstanding. But howe great abhomination is
this, that a Gentlewoman of sutch a house as ours is, hath
forgotten hir estate, and the greatnesse of hir deceased
husband, with the hope of the toward youthe of the Duke hir
sonne and our Nephew. Ah, false and vile bytch, I sweare by the
Almighty God and by his blessed wounds, that if I can catch
thee, and that wicked knaue thy chosen mate, I wil pype ye both
sutch a wofull galiard, as in your imbracements ye neuer felt
like ioy and mirthe. I wil make ye daunce sutch a bloudy
bargenet, as your whorish heate for euer shall be cooled. What
abuse haue they committed vnder title of mariage, whych was so
secretly don, as their children do witnesse their lecherous
loue, but theyr promise of faith was made in open aire, and
serueth for a cloke and visarde of their moste filthy whoredom.
And what if mariage was concluded, be we of so little respect,
as the carion beast could not vouchsafe to aduertise vs of hir
entent? Or is Bologna a man worthy to be allied or mingled with
the roial bloud of Aragon and Castille? No, no, be he neuer so
good a gentleman, his race agreeth not with kingly state. But I
make to God a vow, that neuer wyll I take one sound and restful
slepe, vntill I haue dispatched that infamous fact from our
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