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Mass'r Marigny want buy 'Rore, an Mass'r Crozat, and de American Colonel on de oder side ob ribber dey all bid two thousand dollar ole mass'r he only larf at um, and say he won't sell de gal for no money." "This was in old master's time?" "Ye ye but one bid since one boss ob ribber-boat he say he want 'Rore for de lady cabin. He talk rough to her. Missa she angry tell 'im go.
Tell you what, I got a great mind to put you on a lowns, an' gib you one rore turnip a day, an' ef you can ketch a fish I'll 'gree to cook it. Why, dar ain't de vessel afloat dat can stand dis yer. You eat fifty-nine meals a day, an' more. You nebber do notin' else but eat morn', noon, an' night."
"A slave!" repeated I, involuntarily, and in a tone of disappointment. "She Missa 'Genie's maid," continued Scipio; "dress missa's hair wait on her sit wi' her read to her do ebbery ting " "Read to her! what! a slave?" My interest in Aurore began to return. "Ye, mass'r daat do 'Rore. But I 'splain to you.
"No, mass', ne'er a one. Golly, mass'! 'Rore she near white as missa 'Genie all de rest be black, or leas'wise yeller! 'Rore she quaderoom, yeller folks all mulatto no kin to 'Rore no." I was perplexed and puzzled. My former doubts came crowding back upon me. My jealousy returned. Scipio could not clear up the mystery.
The seed of beauty had been sown by the mighty Josquin des Prés what time he was a Roman singer and a Mantuan composer. The fruit blossomed in the Renaissance music of Willaert, Cyprian de Rore and others and came to its perfection in the later works of Palestrina and Lasso.
It is known that Luzzasco Luzzaschi, pupil of Cyprian di Rore, master of Frescobaldi, and composer of madrigals and organ toccatas, wrote the chorals in madrigal style for Guarini's famous "Pastor Fido." There were choruses to separate the acts and two introduced in the action.
1 Hunt. The Hare was rotten ; You should have heard els such a rore, and seene 'em Make all hir dobles out with such neat hunting And run at such a merry rate togeather, They should have dapled ore your bay with fome, Sir. Mod. 'Tis very well, and so well I affect it That I could wish I had nere hunted after Any delight but this, nor sought more honour.
With an effort I collected myself, and tamed down my horse, now chafing to continue his gallop. In doing so his head was turned in the direction of the village. Scipio thought I was going to ride back. "Sure mass'r not go till he rest a bit? Missa 'Genie not home, but dar am 'Rore. 'Rore get mass'r glass ob claret; Ole Zip make um sangaree. Day berry, berry hot. Wugh!"
My attendants removed the breakfast things, and after a while Scipio returned to remain in the room with me, for such were his orders. "And now, Scipio," I said, as soon as we were alone, "tell me of Aurore!" "'Rore, mass'r!" "Yes Who is Aurore?" "Poor slave, mass'r; jes like Ole Zip heamseff." The vague interest I had begun to feel in "Aurore" vanished at once.
The latter had shot the pirogue among the tree-tops close to where we stood, and with voice and gesture now urged us to get aboard. "Quick, mass'. Quick, 'Rore gal! jump into de dugout! Jump in! Truss Ole Gabe! he stand by young mass' to de deff!"
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