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THE LIFE OF CASTRVCCIO CASTRACANI OF LVCCA, Written by Nicolo Machiavelli and Dedicated to Zanobi Buonbelmonti and Luigi Alamani his particular Friends.
IT seems (most Excellent Friends) to those who consider it, very strange, that all, or the greatest part of them, who in this world have perform'd any thing extraordinary, and raised themselves above the pitch of their Contemporaries, have had their births and beginnings mean and obscure, or else infested and perplexed with all the difficulties that fortune could present. For all of them having been exposed to wild beasts when they were young, or being descended from base Parentage, and ashamed of their Extraction, they have declared themselves Sons of Iupiter, or some other Deity, of which sort the number being so great, and their story so well known, to repeat them would be both super∣fluous and troublesome. The reason I suppose to be, that fortune willing to demonstrate to the world, that 'tis not any ones prudence, but she that raises men to be great, begins to shew and exercise her power at a time in which prudence can pretend to no share in us; that all our successes may be acknowledged to her. Castruccio Castracani of Lucca was one of this sort, who in respect of the times in which he lived, and the place in which he was born, performed great things; for in his beginning he was neither more happy not more eminent than the rest, as you shall understand in my description of his life, which I have thought good to transmit to Posterity, having observed many things in it (both for virtue and event) of extraordinary example; and to you it seemed most proper to direct it, as persons more delighted with honourable and heroick actions, than any I know be∣sides.
I say then, the Family of the Castracani is reckoned among the most Illustrious Families in the City of Lucca, though at present (according to the fatality of all worldly things) it seems to be extinct. Out of this house there was born in former times one Antonio, who entring himself into Orders, was made a Canon of Saint Mitchel in Lucca, and in to∣ken of Honour called Messer Antoin: He had no kindred but one Sister, who was married long before to one Buonaccorso Cinami: Buonaccorso being dead, and she being a Widow, she lived with her Brother, with resolution to marry no more. Behind the house in which he dwelt, Master Anthony had a Vineyard, which bordering upon several Gardens, was ac∣cessible from several parts, and without much difficulty. It hapned that one morning about Sun-rise, Madam Dianora (for that was the Sisters name) walking out into the Vineyard to gather herbs for a Salad (as women frequently do), she heard a rusling under the leaves, and turning towards it, she fancyed it cryed; advancing up towards it, she saw the hands and face of a child, which tumbling up and down in the leaves, seemed to call for relief: