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other than direct circumstances before him that hath offred iust
reuenge for the wrongs I haue receyued: knowe you sir, that for
a certain tyme I continued at Pauie, kepynge a house and Trayne
so honest, as the best Lords were contented wyth myne ordinarye.
It chaunced that two honest Gentlemen of Noble House haunted my
Palace in lyke sort, and with the same intertainment whych as
you see, I doe receiue ech Gentleman, who beyng well intreated
and honoured of me, in the ende forgat themselues so farre, as
without respect of my state and callinge, wythout regard of the
race and family wherof they come, haue attempted the slaunder of
my good name, and vtter subuersion of my renoume: and sufficient
it was not for them thus to deale with mee poore Gentlewoman,
without desert (excepte it were for admyttyng them to haue
accesse vnto my house) but also to continue their Blasphemies,
to myne extreame reproach and shame: and howe true the same is,
they that know me can well declare, by reason whereof, the
vulgar people prone and ready to wycked reportes, haue conceiued
sutch opynion of me, as for that they see me braue and fine in
Apparell, and specyally throughe the slaunderous speache of
those gallantes, do deeme and repute me for a common Whoore,
wherof I craue none other wytnesse than your selfe and my
conscience. And I sweare vnto you, that sith I came to Milan, it
is you alone that hath vanquished, and made the Triumphe of my
Chastytye: and yf you were absent from this Citye, I assure you
on my fayth that I would not tarry heere XXIIII. houres. These
infamous ruffians I say, these persecuters and termagantes of my
good name, haue chased mee out of all good Cityes, and made me
to be abhorred of ech honest company, that weary I am of my
lyfe, and lothe to lyue any longer except spedye redresse bee
had for reuengement of thys wronge: wherefore except I finde
some Noble Champion and Valyaunte Personage to requyte these
Vyllains for their spitefull Speach blased on me in euerye
Corner of Towne and Countreye, and to paye them theyr rewarde
and hire that I may lyue at Lybertye and quyet, Sorrowe wyll
eyther consume mee or myne owne handes shall hasten spedye
Death.” And in speakyng those Woordes, shee beganne to weepe
with sutch abundance of teares streaming downe hir Cheekes and
Necke of Alabaster hewe, as the Scicilian whych almost had none
other God but the Countesse, sayd vnto hir: “And what is he,
that dare molest and slaunder hir that hath in hir puissaunce so
many Souldiers and men of Warre? I make a vow to God, that if I
know the names of those two arrant villaynes, the which haue so
defamed my Mystresse name, the whole worlde shall not saue their
liues, whose carrion Bodies I will hew into so many gobbets, as
they haue members vpon the same: wherefore Madame” (sayd he,
imbracing her) “I pray you to grieue your selfe no more, commit
your wronges to me, only tell me the names of those Gallaunts,
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