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I request that, in my presence, you speak with becoming respect of this holy man." "Per Bacco!" exclaimed the cavaliere, advancing from where he had been standing behind the marchesa's chair, and patting Baldassare patronizingly on the shoulder, "I never heard you talk so much before at one time, Baldassare. Now, you had better have held your tongue, and listened to Count Marescotti.
Thanks to the energy of the cavaliere, and the agility of Baldassare who, it is admitted on all hands, had never distinguished himself so much as on this occasion all the difficulties of the new figures have been triumphantly surmounted. Gentlemen had become spokes of a gigantic wheel that whirled round a lady seated on a chair in the centre of the room.
Vanna was three and twenty, no more round but no less blooming in face and figure; still a reedy, golden-haired girl. But Baldassare was fifty-seven, and there was no sign of issue. The neighbours, who had nudged each other at one season, whose heads had wagged as their winks flew about, now accepted the sterile mating as of the order of things.
"More news!" cried Malatesta. "Gracious heavens! Wave after wave it comes! a mighty sea. I hear the distant roar it dashes high! It breaks! Speak, oh, speak, Adonis!" "The Marchesa Guinigi has left Lucca suddenly." "Who cares? Do you, Pietrino?" asked Franchi of Orsetti, with a contemptuous glance at Baldassare. "Let him speak," cried Malatesta; "Baldassare is an oracle."
"Of mortadella so much," he said; "of polenta so much" and he shut one fist; "of pasta so much" and he coupled the two fists; "and of wine, by the soul of the world, not enough to drown a flea! I tell you, Baldassare," he said finally, emboldened by the merchant's growing doubt "I tell you that you ask of me a treasure which I would not part with for a cardinal's hat. No indeed!
Baldassare, shaking with suppressed laughter, secured the trap-door. "I must say you are a little hard on the count," Baldassare said. "Why, he's only composing. I know his way. Trust me, it's a sonnet. He is composing a sonnet addressed perhaps to the signorina. He admires her very much."
They are commonly of an allegorical nature, containing allusions to real persons, and are for the most part composed in terza rima, diversified in the more complex examples by the introduction of octaves and lyrical measures . Of this primitive form is a poem by the Genoese Baldassare Taccone, bearing the superscription 'Ecloga pastorale rapresentata nel Convivio dell' III. Sig'r. Io.
Baldassare laughed out loud from the corner. It gratified his wounded vanity to see his elder ridiculous. Marescotti, greatly alarmed, started forward and offered his arm, in order to lead the cavaliere back to his seat, but Trenta indignantly refused his assistance. The marchesa shook her head. "Calm yourself," she said, looking at him compassionately.
Let the old beggar go to the devil, count, his own way. He must soon appear there, anyhow. A good-for-nothing old cheat! His blessing, indeed! I can get you a dozen begging friars who will bless you all day for a few farthings." The count's brow darkened. "Baldassare," said he, very gravely, "you are young, and, like your age, inconsiderate.
A voice, the voice of Ramiro del' Orca I knew it upon the instant reached my ears which concentration had rendered superacute. "It is locked, Baldassare. Get out those tools of yours and force it." My wits were working now at fever-pace.
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