Her father, Bartolomeo, was a well-respected member of the Arte di Calimala: the Wool Makers Guild in Mantua. ‘I do not wish to hear any more reasons so foolish, so do not trouble to think of them. How is it that everyone is aware of these things except me?\" She said. But, uttering a loud cry, he was swept away by the headlong torrent. But he looked back into the hall and spoke to the sergeant who could just be seen behind him. Indignation carried her through that night, that men and the world could so entreat her.