French fiction -- Translations into English; Italian fiction -- Translations into English
himself that holdeth me within your snares, and maketh mee
captyue to your beauty and gallant graces, which haue no piere.
But if you refuse my sute, and cause me breath my words into the
aire, you shalbe accused of cruelty, ye shall see the entier
defaict of a gentleman which loueth you better than loue
himselfe is able to yelde flame and fire to force any wight to
loue mortal creature. But, verily, I beleue the heauens haue
departed in me sutch aboundance, to the intent in louyng you
with vehemence so greate, you may also thinke that it is I which
ought to be the Friend and spouse of that gentle and curteous
Lady Bianca Maria, which alone may cal her self the mistresse of
my Heart.” The Ladye whych before was mocked and flouted wyth
the Counte his demaunds, hearing thys laste discourse, and
remembring his first mariage, and the natural iealosie of
Italyans, half wonne, without making other countenance, answered
the Counte in thys manner: “Syr counte, albeyt that I am
obedyente to the wyll and commaundemente of madame the
Marchyonesse, and am loth to dysplease hir, yet wil I not so
farre gage my lybertye, but still reserue one poynt to saye what
reasteth in my thoughte. And what shoulde lette me to chose
sutch one, to whome I shalbe both his life and death? And
whereof beinge once possed, it is impossyble to be rid and
acquited? I assure you, if I feared not the speach and suspition
of malycious mindes, and the venime of slaunderous Tongues,
neuer husband should bryng me more to bondage. And if I thought
that he whom I pretend to chose, would be so cruel to me, as
others whom I know, I would presently refuse mariage for euer.
I thanke you neuerthelesse, both of your aduertisements giuen
me, and of the honor you doe me, your self desiryng to
accomplish that honor by maryage to be celebrated betweene vs.
For the fidelity of which your talke, and the little
dissimulation I see to be in you, I promise you that there is no
gentleman in this countrey to whom I giue more puissance ouer
me, than to you, if I chaunce to mary, and thereof make you so
good assurance, as if it were already done.” The Counte seeing
so good an entry would not suffer the tyme to slip, but beating
the Bushes vntill the praye was ready to spryng, replyed: “And
sith you know (madame) what thing is profitable, and what is
hurtfull, and that the benefite of lyberty is so mutch
recommended, why doe you not performe the thinge that may
redounde to your honor? Assure mee then of your word, and
promise me the faith and loyaltie of maryage, then let me alone
to deale wyth the rest, for I hope to attayn the effect without
offense and displeasure of any.” And seeing hir to remaine in a
muse without speaking word, he toke hir by the hand and kissing
the same a million of tymes, added these Words: “How now,
madame, be you appalled for so pleasaunt an assault, wherin your
aduersary confesseth himselfe to be vanquished? Courage, madame,
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