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hirselfe and hym, whom she had stirred to the fact, boldeninge
him by persuasion, to make him beleue Vyce to bee Vertue, and
Gloriously commended hym in hys follies, whych you shall heare
by readinge at lengthe the discourse of thys Hystory. Bianca
Maria, seeing hirselfe in full possession of hir Ardizzino,
purposed to make hym chiefe executioner of the murder, by hir
intended, vpon Gaiazzo, for the doing whereof one night holdinge
hym betwene hir armes, after shee had long time dalyed with hym,
like a cunninge Maistresse of hir Art, in the ende weauinge and
trayning hir treason at large, she sayd thus vnto him: “Syr, of
long time I haue bene desirous to require a good turne at your
hands, but fearing to trouble you, and thereupon to be denied,
I thought not to be importunate: and albeit the matter toucheth
you, yet did I rather holde my peace then to here refusall of a
thinge, which your selfe ought to profer, the same concerning
you.” “Madame,” sayd hir Louer, “you know the matter neede to be
haynous and of great importaunce, that I should deny you,
specially if it concerne the bleamish of your honor. But you say
the same doth touch mee somewhat neerely, and therefore if
ability be in me, spare not to vtter it, and I wyll assay your
satisfaction to the vttermost of my power.” “Syr,” sayd she,
“is the Counte of Gaiazzo one of your very frends?” “I thinke”
(aunswered Valperga) “that he is one of the surest freends I
haue, and in respect of whose frendship, I will hazarde my selfe
for him no lesse than for my Brother, being certaine that if I
have neede of him, he will not fayle to do the like for me. But
wherefore doe you aske me that question?” “I will then tel you,”
sayd the Traytresse (kissing him so sweetely as euer he felt the
like of any Woman,) “for somutch as you be so deceyued of your
opinion in him who is wicked in dissembling of that, which
maliciously lieth hidden in hys heart. And briefly to say the
effect: assure your selfe hee is the greatest and most mortall
Ennimy that you haue in the Worlde. And to the intent that you
do not think this to be some forged Tale, of light inuention, or
that I heard the report of some not worthy of credit, I will say
nothinge but that whych hymselfe did tell me, when in your
absence he vsed my company. He sware vnto me, without
declaration of the cause, that hee coulde neuer bee mery, nor
hys mynde in rest, before hee saw you cut in pieces, and shortly
woulde giue you sutch assaulte, as al the dayes of our lyfe,
you shoulde neuer haue lust or mynde on Ladies loue. And albeit
then, I was in choler agaynst you, and that you had ministred
some cause, and reason of hatred, yet our first loue had taken
sutch force in my hart, and I besought him not to do that
enterprise so long as I was in place where you did remayne,
because I cannot abide (wythout present death) to see your
finger ake, mutch lesse your lyfe berieued from you. Vnto which
my sute his Eare was deafe, swearing still and protesting that
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