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

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              <s>FILOG. </s>
              <s>Coſi è (Madonna Clarice) ne vi douete per
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              cio merauigliare, s'auuenga che non ſolamente io hora ſia in
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              namorato come voi dite, ma anche qual ſi voglia huomo da
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              bene, & in qualunche età. </s>
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              <s>CLAR. </s>
              <s>Egli par pur'brutta coſa il veder vno huomo
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              d'anni maturo tenuto religioſo & ſaggio amar' giouane
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              donna. </s>
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              <s>FILOG. </s>
              <s>Egli è vero fauellando di quel beſtiale amo­
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              re, che tirannicamente ſignoreggia ne gli animi giouani ma
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              egli non ſi diſpar punto, che vno huomo d'età matura, & di
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              vita honeſta ami, anzi ſe egli non amaſſe in verità egli
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              po­
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              trebbe viuere, come viuono gli huomini prudenti & ſaggi,
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              concioſia che lo amore vero ſia vna cagione perfetta d'ogni
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              buona operatione. </s>
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              <s>CLAR. </s>
              <s>Che intendete voi per vero amore? </s>
              <s>forſe qual
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              che coſa non più inteſa da ingegno humano, à cui tanto ho­
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              nor' ſi attribuiſca, quanto voi hoggi gli date? </s>
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              <s>FILOG. </s>
              <s>Intendo vno amore altra volta conoſciuto
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              da tutti i buoni, & nato non
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              dalla bellezza del cor­
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              po, ma molto piu da quella dell'animo: ilquale amore ſuol fa
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              re felici tutti i veri amanti. </s>
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              <s>LION. </s>
              <s>Qui fu l'altro giorno il Nozzolino; ilquale ne
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              ragionò, ma con tanta breuità, che io non ne reſtai ſodisfat­
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              ta, ſe voi hoggi ce ne direte tanto, che ci baſti, ſarete cagione
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              di bene: perche ſeguendo queſto voſtro amore, diuentere­
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              mo felici, il che vi dourà piacere, poi che ci amate: ma con
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              patto, che voi cerchiate di ſpedirui di queſto ragionamento
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              il piu toſto, che potrete, accioche poi ſi torni alla materia no
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              ſtra principale: la qual piu ci dourà piacere; </s>
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              <s>FILOG. </s>
              <s>Il piu brieuemente, che io potrò cercherò
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              d'ordire, & di teſſere queſta cotanto lunga, & faticoſa tela,
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              la quale altro ingegno, & altra lingua richiederebbe, che la
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              mia, & ſe il Nozzolino, giouane innamorato, & dotto, non
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              diſſe coſa, che vi appagaſſe à pieno, non la aſpettate hoggi da
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              me, che in cio men vaglio di lui: ingegnerommi nondimeno </s>
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