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Silvestro performs the ceremony, somewhat perfunctorily, and promises to cure the emperor. They shout, "Evviva Silvestro!" and dance for joy as the curtain falls. For the third act we returned to the palace in Rome.
"So you didn't kill the Jew?" Castracane began. "I knew it! But what did you do to run away?" "Ah, you mustn't ask. Indeed, I can't tell you. It was rather bad." Castracane looked keenly at his new friend. "Was it a girl?" he said. Silvestro blushed. "Yes, it was a girl." "Ah, ah! Then I say no more. I like girls myself. But they get you into trouble quicker than anything.
And towards eleven o'clock in the morning, Girolamo Savonarola, Domenico Bonvicini, and Silvestro Maruffi were led to the place of execution, degraded of their orders by the ecclesiastical judges, and bound all three to the same stake in the centre of an immense pile of wood. Then the bishop Pagnanoli told the condemned men that he cut them off from the Church.
Silvestro lives at hand; he hears the rattle of the hail that burns the grapes up to a cinder the terrible din of the thunder before the forked lightning strikes the cattle; he sees with his own eyes the griping want of bread in the savage winter-time; his own eyes behold the little lambs, dead of hunger, lying by the road-side.
Under the banners of the Arti I shall hear the rumour of their names, Silvestro who urged on the Ciompi, Vieri who once made peace; nor will the death of Gian Galeazzo of Milan, nor the tragedy of Pisa, hinder their advent, for I shall see Giovanni di Bicci de' Medici proclaimed Gonfaloniere of the city.
The flaming logs lit up a ring of tense, pale faces not one of which, Silvestro saw, would rest content with that. The interrogatories began, a dropping fire of them. "How did you do it?" "With my knife, of course." "Where did you strike?" "Under the ribs. I took him by his great goat's beard, the old dog, and jerked up his head so. Then I drove in between his ribs ping!" Surely that would do?
These two palaces, which have a sottoportico beneath them leading to S. Silvestro, stand on the site of the palace of the Patriarchs of Grado, who had supreme ecclesiastical power here until the fifteenth century, when the Patriarchate of Venice was founded with a residence near S. Pietro in Castello. From this point a fondamenta runs all the way to the Rialto bridge.
While Michelangelo was residing at Pietra Santa in 1518, his old friend and fellow-worker, Pietro Rosselli, wrote to him from Rome, asking his advice about a tabernacle of marble which Pietro Soderini had ordered. It was to contain the head of S. John the Baptist, and to be placed in the Church of the Convent of S. Silvestro.
Silvestro laughed nervously. "Why should we fight, Castracane? Besides, we have no knives. How can we fight?" "Like this," said the other between his teeth. His left arm whipped out, like a lizard's tongue, and Silvestro lay flat on his back among the cistus flowers, seeing ink and scarlet clouds. "Stick a Jew indeed!" cried Castracane. "Stick a grandmother! Why, you're as soft as cheese!"
"I shall call a council," she says, collecting herself; "I shall take the chair. I shall find funds to meet these wants. Give the sindaco and Ser Giacomo notice of this, Silvestro, immediately." The steward stares at his mistress in mute amazement. He inclines his head, and turns to go; better ask her no questions and escape. "Silvestro!" the marchesa calls after him imperiously "come here."
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