They were devilishly wicked or angelically good.
There was nothing _rosse_, non-moral about the Renaissance Italian.
The women were strongly tempered.

I love to believe the story told by Machiavelli and Muratori of Catherine Sforza in the citadel of Forli.
"Surrender or we slay your children which we hold as hostages," cried the besiegers.

"Kill them if you like.

I can breed more to avenge them." It is the speech of a giant nature.

It awakens something enthusiastic within me; although such a lady would be an undesirable helpmeet for a mild mannered man like myself.
And then again there is Bonna, the woman for whose career I desired to consult the prime authority Cristoforo da Costa.