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In receptatores sicariorum.[1]

Those who harbour cut-throats

Latronum furumque manus tibi Scaeva[2] per urbem
It comis [=comes] , & diris cincta cohors gladiis.
Atque ita te mentis generosum prodige cnses,
Qud tua complureis allicit olla malos.
En novus Actaeon, qui postqum cornua sumpsit,
In praedam canibus se dedit ipse suis.[3]

An evil-minded band of ruffians and thieves accompanies you about the city, a gang of supporters armed with lethal swords. And so, you wastrel, you consider yourself a fine lordly fellow because your cooking pot draws in crowds of scoundrels. - Here’s a fresh Actaeon - he, after he grew his horns, became the prey of his own hunting dogs.

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Receptateurs dhomicides.

Gens apres toy avec espees,
(Dont plusieurs ont gaigne le pendre,
Ou davoir oreilles coppees)
Te font cornes au chef extendre,
Mais il ten pourra ainsi prandre,
En nourrissant telz ruffiens,
Que a Acteon: qui (faict cerf tendre)
Fust devore de tous ces chiens.

Notes:

1. Before the 1536 edition, Wechel editions used an earlier version of the woodcut in which the horns were more like a goat than a deer’s antlers.

2. Scaeva, ‘evil-minded’. The capital letter suggests that the Latin word could be taken as a proper name in the vocative case, i.e addressing one Scaeva.

3. For the story of Actaeon turned into a stag and killed by his own hounds, see Ovid, Metamorphoses 3.138ff. Similarly, the hangers-on will destroy the one who has fed them.


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Ne i frodolenti.

Regarding the deceitful.


Picciol lucerta; che d’atro colore
Stellato ha il manto; onde le gente antiche
La chiamar Stellio, che luoghi d’horrore.
Ama; e le son le sepolture amiche,
E l’invidia, e la fraude monstra fuore,
Per cui le donne son fiere nemiche.
E chi beve una volta del liquore,
Ove questo animal fu immerso e posto.
Di lintigini il volto offesso tosto.
Link to an image of this page Link to an image of this page [p52]Tal fa vendetta la mogliera accorta
Sopra colei, che’l suo consorte invola,
Che vista la belt caduta e morta,
Subito l’abbandona, e lascia sola.
Ond’ella poi s’acqueta, e si conforta,
L’altra piange, & ei pi non la consola.
D’invidia si distrugge, e indarno tenta
Con fraude racquistar chi la tormenta.


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