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Updated: June 28, 2025
Another time, Sir Captain, more ceremony with the Senator of Rome you may withdraw." The unforeseen dignity of Rienzi rebuked and abashed the constable; he looked at Brettone, who motioned him to depart. He closed the door and withdrew. "What is to be done?" said Brettone. "Sir Knight," replied Rienzi, gravely, "let us understand each other. Would you serve me or not?
It is by the multitude that the proud Tribune gained power, by the multitude he lost it; it is by the sword that I will win it, and by the sword will I keep it!" "Rienzi was too cruel, he should not have incensed the Barons," said Brettone, about to finish the flask, when the strong hand of his brother plucked it from him, and anticipated the design.
"Yes," continued the little man with an elated and pompous air, "as soon, d'ye see, as he had prevailed on Messere Brettone, and Messere Arimbaldo, the brothers of Fra Moreale, to accompany him from Perugia to Monte Fiascone, he went at once to the Legate d'Albornoz, who was standing in the open air conversing with his captains. A crowd followed.
Hast thou remembered that I am famishing?" Brettone drew from beneath his cloak a sufficiently huge flask of wine, and a small panier, tolerably well filled; the inmate of the tower threw himself upon the provant with great devotion.
"My friends," said Rienzi, "Messere Brettone and Messere Arimbaldo have my directions to divide amongst your force a thousand florins. This evening we encamp beneath Palestrina." The constables withdrew in visible surprise. Rienzi gazed a moment on the brothers, chuckling within himself for his sarcastic humour enjoyed his triumph. "You lament not your devotion, my friends!"
Scarce were these words spoken, ere, as previously concerted with Brettone, the chief constable of the mercenaries appeared at the door. "Senator," said he, with a rough semblance of aspect, "your orders to march have reached me, I have sought to marshal my men but " "I know what thou wouldst say, friend," interrupted Rienzi, waving his hand: "Messere Brettone will give you my reply.
The balcony on which Rienzi had alighted was that from which he had been accustomed to address the people it communicated with a vast hall used on solemn occasions for State festivals and on either side were square projecting towers, whose grated casements looked into the balcony. One of these towers was devoted to the armory, the other contained the prison of Brettone, the brother of Montreal.
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