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"It was in the year that Giovanni Sforza, Lord of Pesaro, celebrated his nuptials with the Lady Lucrezia Borgia three years ago, therefore that one morning there rode into the courtyard of his castle of Pesazo a tall and lean young man on a tall and lean old horse.
Scarcely able to control my delight, I offered my arm to Donna Lucrezia, paying her some absurd compliment, while the advocate laughed outright, and seemed to enjoy the trick he imagined he had played me. How many things we might have said to each other before giving ourselves up to the material enjoyment of our love, had not the instants been so precious!
"They promised, yes, but they won't remember. Men promise at night and forget in the morning." Hermione laughed. She had been feeling a little dull, but now the sound of the lusty voices and the laughter from the ravine filled her with a sudden cheerfulness, and sent a glow of anticipation into her heart. "Lucrezia, you are a cynic." "What is a cinico, signora?" "A Lucrezia.
He looked infinitely young, healthy, and comfortable, like an embodied carelessness that had flung itself down to its need. "I wish I could sleep like that," said Hermione. "Signora!" said Lucrezia, shocked. "You in the stable with that white dress! Mamma mia! And the hens!" "Hens, donkey, cat, hay, and all I should love it. But I'm too old ever to sleep like that. Don't wake him!"
Born in 1448, Lorenzo always believed that he owed almost everything that was valuable in his life to his mother Lucrezia, of the noble Florentine house of Tornabuoni, which had abandoned its nobility in order to qualify for public office. A poetess herself, and the patron of poets, she remained the best counsellor her son ever had.
'I have it still. 'So I perceive, he answered, smiling. 'Do you always carry it about with you, like a modern Lucrezia Borgia? 'Yes, she answered quietly; 'it never leaves me, you see, with a sneer. 'As you said yourself, it's always well to be prepared for emergencies. 'So it appears, observed Vandeloup, with a yawn, sitting up. 'I wouldn't use that poison if I were you; it is risky.
Somehow, since then I always connect the words with you. I won't send my love, because it's all in Sicily with you. I'll send it instead to Gaspare. Tell him I feel happy that he is with the padrone, because I know how faithful and devoted he is. Tanti saluti a Lucrezia. Oh, Maurice, pray that I may soon be back. You do want me, don't you?
On the same date borne by those two Bulls a third one was issued confirming the House of Este perpetually in the dominion of Ferrara and its other Romagna possessions, and reducing by one-third the tribute of 4,000 ducats yearly imposed upon that family by Sixtus IV; and it was explicitly added that these concessions were made for Lucrezia and her descendants.
We will spend the three or four days pleasantly together, and perhaps when we have thought over all this for some time we shall end by thinking it matter for mirth and not sadness. Believe me the mother's as good as the daughter; recollection is often better than hope; console yourself with Lucrezia.
Lucrezia enjoyed my surprise, and I told her that I was not astonished at being more moved by this than by the vines of Tivoli and Frascati. The immense rather dazzles the eyes than moves the heart. She told me that her daughter was happy, and that the marquis was an excellent man, and a strong man except for the gout. His great grief was that he had no children.
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