If he demurs; the whole should prove enough Beside, What's better and what's all I care about, Get you the thirteen scudi for the ruff! Love, does that please you? Ah, but what does he, I am grown peaceful as old age to-night. I regret little, I would change still less. - it is true I took his coin, was tempted and complied, And built this house and sinned, ́nd all is said. My father and my mother died of want. Well, had I riches of my own? you see How one gets rich! Let each one bear his lot. 240 25 They were born poor, lived poor, and poor they died: And not been paid profusely. Some good son No doubt, there's something strikes a balance. Yes, For Leonard, Rafael, Agnolo, and me as I choose. Again the cousin's whistle! Go, my love. 263. Leonard: Leonardo da Vinci. 260 FRA LIPPO LIPPI. I AM poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Do, I' the house that caps the corner. Boh! you were best! How you affected such a gullet's-gripe! But you, sir, it concerns you that your knaves Zooks, are we pilchards, that they sweep the streets He's Judas to a tittle, that man is ! Just such a face! Why, sir, you make amends. Of the munificent House that harbors me ΤΟ 20 17. Cosimo of the Medici: Cosimo, or Cosmo, de' Medici, surnamed the Elder, a celebrated Florentine statesman, and a patron of learning and the arts; b. 1389, d. 1464. 23. pilchards: a kind of fish. (And many more beside, lads! more beside !) And all's come square again. I'd like his face His, elbowing on his comrade in the door With the pike and lantern, for the slave that holds With one hand ("Look you, now," as who should say) You know them, and they take you? like enough! 'Tell you, I liked your looks at very first. Let's sit and set things straight now, hip to haunch. And I've been three weeks shut within my mew, A sweep of lute-strings, laughs, and whifts of song- Take away love, and our earth is a tomb! Flower o' the quince, I let Lisa go, and what good in life since? Flower o' the thyme - and so on. Round they went. Scarce had they turned the corner when a titter 30 40 50 Like the skipping of rabbits by moonlight, three slim shapes, And a face that looked up... zooks, sir, flesh and blood, That's all I'm made of! Into shreds it went, Curtain and counterpane and coverlet, All the bed-furniture · a dozen knots, 34. John Baptist's head: an imaginary picture. 60 There was a ladder ! Down I let myself, Hands and feet, scrambling somehow, and so dropped, Hard by Saint Lawrence, hail fellow, well met, If I've been merry, what matter who knows? And so, as I was stealing back again, To get to bed and have a bit of sleep Ere I rise up to-morrow and go work On Jerome knocking at his poor old breast Ah, I see! With his great round stone to subdue the flesh, you a monk, you say shake your head the sting's in that! If Master Cosimo announced himself, And father died and left me in the street. I starved there, God knows how, a year or two And so along the wall, over the bridge, By the straight cut to the convent. Six words there, 67. Saint Lawrence: church of San Lorenzo, in Florence, famous for the tombs of the Medici, adorned with Michel Angelo's Day and Night, Morning and Evening, etc. See Hawthorne's Italian Note-Books. 88. Old aunt Lapaccia: Mona Lapaccia, his father's sister. "To quit this very miserable world? Will you renounce"... " the mouthful of bread?" thought I; I did renounce the world, its pride and greed, The warm serge and the rope that goes And day-long blessed idleness beside! all round, "Let's see what the urchin's fit for ". - that came next. Such a to-do! They tried me with their books: All the Latin I construe is, " Amo" I love! Will wink and let him lift a plate and catch The droppings of the wax to sell again, Or holla for the Eight and have him whipped, How say I?— nay, which dog bites, which lets drop 100 IIO 120 121. the Eight: gli Otto di guerra, surnamed i Santi, the Saints; a magistracy composed of Eight citizens, instituted by the Florentines, during their war with the Church, in 1376, for the administration of the city government. Two were chosen from the Signori, three, from the Mediocri (Middle Classes), and three, from the Bassi (Lower Classes). For their subsequent history, see Le Istorie Fiorentine di Niccolò Machiavelli. 122. How say I?- nay, worse than that, which dog bites, etc. |