SECTION 3 : THE SINGLE SWORD
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colpi fendente
We are downward cuts and our purpose is To strike the teeth with the right;
We are not slow in the wounding And come back on guard from step to step.
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colpi sottani
We are called upward strikes, Who always try to wound the hands,
And we argue from the knees up And coming back with give a lesson with downward cuts.
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colpi mezana
We go across as middle cuts, And damage from the knees up And deviate the straight thrusts
And, doubling the strike, we wound And if our middle strike becomes a cut,
A lot of people with such hits we hurt.
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le punte crudele e mortale
(a cruel and deadly thrust)
The tips we are, of the greatest offense, And we question all other strikes;
We are more poisonous than a snake And more than any other strikes we kill people.
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For thrusts and cuts and strikes of the sword My guard gives me no problem,
Let them come to me one after the other, For I want to fight them all;
And he who wants to see parrying and wounding, Grabbing away the sword and
tying without failure, Let him see what my scholars can do:
If he doesn't find the contrary, they have no equals.
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With one step I parried with my sword
Which right away entered in your chest.
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To wound you again with my tip
My [left] hand I added to the sword.
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And here I have wounded your head
With the parrying I've done so quick.
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Because of the hand I put under your grip, If your sword doesn't fall to
the ground, you can call me blind.
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In this manner I handle you to wound you with my tip
And vindicate all my offenses and indignities.
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Your head again I have wounded without moving forward
For the good cover I was able to do.
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For the way I grabbed your sword
Right away I'll take it away from your hand.
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With my left arm I tied your right arm
And with many wounds you'll be stricken.
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I will turn you around with my left hand
And in that I'll strike you the hardest.
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For the turn I gave you through your elbow
I think I've cut your throat in the middle.
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And this is an easy break of the point on the ground.
And it gets tight this way.
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I think that I'll throw you to the ground:
And so, unarmed, I will wound you.
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Your sword is either bent or broken
And with mine I can would you up or down
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