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"Fair and softly, my friend," said the Duke, "not so fast, if you please. Do you know that Maids of Honour may not marry without permission, and, in any case, may not be visited by their husbands during their service?" "Magnificence, she was not married without permission. Or rather, she was married before permission was needed." "Eh, how may that be now?" said Borso, tucking in his chin.
He pulled the bedclothes up to his nose, therefore, before he asked "Why did Madama turn you away, sir?" Angioletto, for the first time, was confused. He hung his head. "I hope your Grace will not insist upon an answer," he replied in a troubled voice. Borso looked keenly at him for a time. "No, I think I will not," said he. "Are you the lad who sang me the Caccia col falcone?"
Guarino was hit hard; he took certain steps and got information which tallied with his better instincts. It guided also his subsequent efforts, for obviously the more direct remedies would not meet his case. Therefore, he wrote to the Countess, as you have seen. Her reply delighted him, and the rest was very easy. Borso signed the order of appointment, boggling only at her name.
The figures of the great ones who once lived in the stronghold Ugo and Parisina Malatesta, Borso, Lucretia Borgia and Alfonso, Renée of France, and Calvin, Ariosto, Alfonso II, the unfortunate Tasso and Eleonora seem to rise before the beholder.
When Borso arrested in person his chief and confidential counsellors, when Ercole I removed and disgraced a tax-gatherer who for years had been sucking the blood of the people, bonfires were lighted and the bells were pealed in their honour. With one of his servants, however, Ercole let things go too far.
In that same night of mine and countermine Duke Borso, who had broken up the circle early by reason of his toothache, went wandering the long corridors of the Schifanoia under the sting of his scourge. Nothing works your genuine man of humour so nearly as himself.
Michael; and a little crowd of pages with doublets and sleeves laced with gold tags, of sedate magistrates in fur robes and scarlet caps, of white-dressed maids with instruments of music and embroidery frames and hand looms, like those which Cosimo Tura painted for Duke Borso on the walls of this same Schifanoia palace. Such is the audience; now for the poems.
"Magnificence," she said, "my hand is on my heart." It was. "What the devil has that got to do with it?" asked Borso, looking about him for a reason. "Serenity, if my heart were guilty, it would burn my hand. If my hand were red, it would soil my heart." "Pouf!" said Borso, and puckered his face. "Stand back, Castaneve. Now for the little one. How are you called, baggage?"
"Buonaroba I know," said he. "What am I to think of Bellaroba, Guarino?" "Your Grace shall be pleased to think that his daughter has chosen her for her own person," said the Count. "Hum," said Borso, and signed the parchment. Then came another scrawl for "my love Angilotto," in which the miraculous news was told.
The race was transplanted from Bologna in the century previous, when Obizzo the Third of Este, Marquess of Ferrara, married a lady belonging to it, whose Christian name was Lippa. Niccolò Ariosto, besides holding the same office as Boiardo had done, at Modena as well as at Reggio, was master of the household to his two successive patrons, the Dukes Borso and Ercole.
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