Borro, Girolamo, Del flusso e reflusso del mare, 1561

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              DIALOGO DEL FLUSSO
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              E REFLVSSO DEL MARE
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              D'ALSEFORO TALASCOPIO,
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              A GLI ILLVSTRISSIMI
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              SIGNORI
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              IL SIGNOR ALBERIGO CIBO MALESP.
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              <s>Marcheſe di Maſſa, Signor di Carrara, Conte di Fe­
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              rentillo, e Ciamberlano di ſua Mae. Cath.
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              e la Signora Donna Iſabetta
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              dalla Rouere, ſua
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              Conſorte.
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              NOZZOLINO, TALASCOPIO.
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              <s>IO Mi credetti (il mio Meſſere Alſeforo) che
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              voi haueste preſo altro camino, quando io vi vi
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              di paſſar l'ultimo terminodella voſtra tornata:
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              il che allegrezza, & dolore in vn tempo mede
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              ſimo mi recaua: l'allegrezza naſceua, mentre
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              io penſaua ciò douerui eſſere accaduto per co­
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              modo vostro: ilquale à me, che vi amo quanto me ſteſſo, ſem­
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              pre piacque, & piacerà ſempre. </s>
              <s>Il dolor naſceua dal conſide­
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              rare, che aſſai piu, che io non haurei voluto, ò douuto, mi con­
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              ueniua reſtar ſenza voi; ilquale à me con la voſtra preſenza
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              ſolete dare infinita contentezza. </s>
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              <s>TAL. </s>
              <s>La mia tornata è stata tarda; perche la infinita cor
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              teſia dello Illuſtrißimo Signore Alberigo, & della Illustrißi­
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              ma Iſabetta non men degna di lui, che egli ſi ſia degno di lei;
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              infino ad hora mi ha trattenuto: ne mi è ſtato poßibile gia
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              mai impetrar licenza, quantunque io molte volte efficacißi­
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              mamente lhabbia chiesta, e vidico, che ſe la neceßità non mi
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              haueſſe sforzato al partirmi, io in quella cotanto honora-</s>
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