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Well, well, with all my heart, when YOU are in the humour, perhaps I may not have the inclination. Baluzzo. Death and the devil, Abellino, is this a time for talking nonsense? Prithee keep such trash for a fitter occasion, and let us consider what we are to do just now. Pietrino. Nay, this is no season for trifling. Struzza.
Come, come, pluck up your spirits, comrades. Thomaso. That's easy to say, but quite out of my power. Pietrino. Mercy on me, how my teeth chatter. Baluzzo. Prithee, Abellino, be composed for a moment or two, your gaiety at a time like this is quite horrible. Cinthia. Oh, me! oh, me! Poor murdered Matteo. Abellino. Hey-day. Why, what is all this!
Look to yourselves, my lads." And in the same instant he collected his forces together, threw the gigantic Matteo over his head as had he been an infant, knocked Struzza down on the right hand, and Pietrino on the left, tumbled Thomaso to the end of the room head over heels, and stretched Baluzzo without animation upon the neighbouring benches.
"Neither more nor less than that our honest, hearty, brave Matteo is murdered." "What, murdered!" every one exclaimed, and gazed with looks of terror on the bearer of this unwelcome news; while Cinthia gave a loud scream, and, clasping her hands together, sank almost breathless into a chair. A general silence prevailed for some time. "Murdered" at length repeated Thomaso, "and by whom?" Baluzzo.
Yes, yes! there's no doubt about his trade, you may depend on't. Cinthia. The gibbet! Poor dear Matteo! Thomaso. This is a fine piece of work. Baluzzo. Confound the fellow, who would have thought of anything happening so unlucky? Abellino. Why, how now? You seem to be overcome. Struzza. I cannot recover myself; surprise and terror have almost stupefied me. Abellino. Indeed!
My name is Matteo, and I am the father of the band: that sturdy fellow with the red locks is called Baluzzo; he, whose eyes twinkle like a cat's, is Thomaso, an arch-knave, I promise you; 'twas Pietrino whose bones you handled so roughly to- night; and yon thick-lipped Colossus, who stands next to Cinthia, is named Stuzza.
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