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noble corage and gentle minde of Charles Montanine, and of his
sister, who without preiudice to any other I dare to say, is the
paragon and mirrour of all chast and curteous maidens, well
trayned vp, amonges the whole Troupe of those that lyue thys day
in Siena, who beeyng brought to the ende and last poynt of their
ruine, as euery of you doth knowe, and theyr race so sore
decayed as there remayneth but the onely Name of Montanine:
notwythstanding they neuer lost the heart, desire, ne yet the
effect of the curtesy, and naturall bounty, whych euer doth
accompany the mynd of those that be Noble in deede. Whych is the
cause that I am constrayned to accuse our Auncesters, of to
mutch cruelty, and of the lyttle respecte whych for a
controuersye occured by chaunce, haue pursued them with sutch
mortall reuenge, as without ceasing, with all their force, they
haue assayed to ruinate, abolyshe, and for euer adnichilate that
a ryghte Noble and illustre race of the Montanines, amongs whome
if neuer any goodnesse appeared to the Worlde, but the Honesty,
Gentlenesse, Curtesy and vertuous maners of these twayne here
presente, the Brother and sister, yet they ought to be accompted
amonges the ranke of the Noblest and chiefest of our City, to
the intent in time to come it may not be reported, that wee haue
esteemed and chearyshed Riches and drossie mucke, more than
vertue and modesty. But imitating those excellent gouerners of
Italy, whych held the Romane Empire, let vs rather reuerence the
Vertuous Poore, than prayse or pryse the Rich, gyuen to vice and
wickednesse. And for so mutch as I do see you all to be desirous
to knowe the cause and argument, whych maketh me to vse this
talke, and forceth mee to prayse the curtesy and goodnesse of
the Montanines, pleaseth you to stay a lyttle with pacience,
and not think the tyme tedyous, I meane to declare the same.
Playnely to confesse vnto you (for that it is no cryme of Death,
or heinous offence) the gyfts of nature, the Beauty and
comelynesse of fayre Angelica heere present, haue so captiuate
my Mind, and depriued my heart of Lyberty, as Night and Day
trauailing how I might discouer vnto hir my martirdom, I did
consume in sutch wyse, as losing lust of slepe and meate,
I feared ere long to be either dead of sorrow or estranged of my
right wits, seing no meanes how I might auoide the same, bicause
our two houses and Families were at contynuall debate: and
albeit conflicts were ceased, and quarelles forgotten, yet there
rested (as I thought) a certaine desire both in the one and the
other of offence, when time and occasion did serue. And yet mine
affection for all that was not decreased, but rather more
tormented, and my gryefe increased, hopelesse of help, which now
is chaunced to me as you shall heare. You do know, and so do all
men, howe wythin these fewe dayes past, the Lord Montanine here
present, was accused before the Seniorie, for trespasses against
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