My Lord, do as he'd have done, put your feet

My Lord, do as he'd have done, put your feet
where his went before so I shall see him
alive again and undiminished, whole--
through you--answer my needs, make envious

fate obey me. Your scorn and rare courage--
nothing was more valued by him--have slipped
her sordid net, escaped his bitter end;
when these are there, nothing can be wanting.

Now that he's vanished except where you are,
splendor from the earth, in Paradise lost
amid radiance, it would give me joy

to hear your heart has cast out anger and
treacheries; that tired of all these, you
live and build upon man's noblest thoughts.

An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition
From V CXIII:113. See also B E2:204; R CX:319-20; MS L; 1538/9, 1540-2, 1552/59-60; 1760 Rota. Translation: Roscoe 235. To Alfonso d'Avalos, Marchese Del Vasto shortly after Pescara's death, 12/1526 into early 1526. Key

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