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Machiavelli Vol I

Machiavelli Vol I

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The Prince & The Art of War
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The Project Gutenberg eBook,Machiavelli, Volume I, by NiccolòMachiavelli, Translated by PeterWhitehorne and Edward Dacres
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Title: Machiavelli, Volume IThe Art of War; and The PrinceAuthor: Niccolò MachiavelliRelease Date: May 6, 2005 [eBook #15772]Language: EnglishCharacter set encoding: ISO-8859-1***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK MACHIAVELLI, VOLUMEI*** 
E-text prepared by Ted Garvin, David King,and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team
 
MACHIAVELLI
WITH AN INTRODUCTION BY
 
HENRY CUST. M.P.
VOLUME I
THE ART OF WAR 
TRANSLATED BY
PETER WHITEHORNE1560
THE PRINCE
TRANSLATED BY
EDWARD DACRES1640LONDONPublished by DAVID NUTTat the Sign of the Phoenix LONG ACRE1905Edinburgh: T. and A. CONSTABLE, Printers to His MajestyTO MY FRIEND CHARLES WHIBLEY
H.C.
INTRODUCTION
The Life of a Day.
 
' am at my farm; and, since my last misfortunes, have not been in Florence twentydays. I spent September in snaring thrushes; but at the end of the month, even this rather tiresome sport failed me. I rise with the sun, and go into a wood of mine that is being cut,where I remain two hours inspecting the work of the previous day and conversing withthe woodcutters, who have always some trouble on hand amongst themselves or withtheir neighbours. When I leave the wood, I go to a spring, and thence to the place which Iuse for snaring birds, with a book under my arm—Dante or Petrarch, or one of the minor  poets, like Tibullus or Ovid. I read the story of their passions, and let their loves remindme of my own, which is a pleasant pastime for a while. Next I take the road, enter the inndoor, talk with the passers-by, inquire the news of the neighbourhood, listen to a varietyof matters, and make note of the different tastes and humours of men.'This brings me to dinner-time, when I join my family and eat the poor produce of myfarm. After dinner I go back to the inn, where I generally find the host and a butcher, amiller, and a pair of bakers. With these companions I play the fool all day at cards or  backgammon: a thousand squabbles, a thousand insults and abusive dialogues take place,while we haggle over a farthing, and shout loud enough to be heard from San Casciano.'But when evening falls I go home and enter my writing-room. On the threshold I put off my country habits, filthy with mud and mire, and array myself in royal courtly garments.Thus worthily attired, I make my entrance into the ancient courts of the men of old,where they receive me with love, and where I feed upon that food which only is my ownand for which I was born. I feel no shame in conversing with them and asking them thereason of their actions.'They, moved by their humanity, make answer. For four hours' space I feel no annoyance,forget all care; poverty cannot frighten, nor death appal me. I am carried away to their society. And since Dante says "that there is no science unless we retain what we havelearned" I have set down what I have gained from their discourse, and composed atreatise,
 De Principalibus
, in which I enter as deeply as I can into the science of thesubject, with reasonings on the nature of principality, its several species, and how theyare acquired, how maintained, how lost. If you ever liked any of my scribblings, thisought to suit your taste. To a prince, and especially to a new prince, it ought to proveacceptable. Therefore I am dedicating it to the Magnificence of Giuliano.'
 Niccolò Machiavelli.
Such is the account that Niccolò Machiavelli renders of himself when afteimprisonment, torture, and disgrace, at the age of forty-four, he first turned to seriouswriting. For the first twenty-six or indeed twenty-nine of those years we have not one linefrom his pen or one word of vaguest information about him. Throughout all his workswritten for publication, there is little news about himself. Montaigne could properlywrite, 'Ainsi, lecteur, je suis moy-mesme la matière de mon livre.' But the matter of Machiavelli was far other: 'Io ho espresso quanto io so, e quanto io ho imparato per unalunga pratica e continua lezione delle cose del mondo.'

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