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John Florio, who knew the humours of his day, represents this in a dialogue in Second Frutes. So does Robert Greene in Greene's Mourning Garment. What were at first the personal warnings of a wise man to his young friend, such as Cecil's letter to Rutland, grew into a generalized oration for the use of any traveller.
It was among children that she made Florio particularly useful so useful, in fact, that he never had a friend.
Dramatic or poetical value is wanting in those productions of Jonson. From his poems, as well as from the 'Conversations with Drummond, we know that among the patronesses of Jonson there were Lucie Countess of Bedford and Elizabeth Countess of Rutland two ladies to whom Florio dedicated a translation of Montaigne. Lady Rutland's marriage was a most unhappy one.
Whatever Clara's intention had been in asking to be brought hither, it was balked by the presence of the soldiers. With earnest gaze she looked on the labyrinth of smoking piles which had been a city, and then expressed her readiness to return home. At this moment a melancholy howl struck on our ears; it was repeated; "Hark!" cried Clara, "he is there; that is Florio, my father's dog."
Florio was no sooner arrived at the great House that stood in his Neighbourhood, but Eudoxus took him by the Hand, after the first Salutes were over, and conducted him into his Closet. He there opened to him the whole Secret of his Parentage and Education, concluding after this manner: I have no other way left of acknowledging my Gratitude to Leontine, than by marrying you to his Daughter.
The grateful Florio calls this worthy colleague, 'Diodati as in name, so indeed God's gift to me, and a 'guide-fish' who in this 'rockie-rough ocean' helped him to capture the 'Whale' that is, Montaigne. He also compares him to a 'bonus genius sent to me, as the good angel to Raimond in "Tasso," for my assistant to combat this great Argante.
To avoid Confusion in discussing this Point, I will call the richer Man Strephon, and the other Florio.
Florio had learned to be mannerly, so with cap in hand he only leaned against a beech-tree, and began: "When you bade me depart with that dreadful old Fuss, dear lady, my heart failed me entirely, and I thought I should not be able to do your bidding.
"Now, young knight of our fair domain," she said, addressing Florio, "give me some account of your journeying, for not only have you done all that I desired, but more: here are not only seeds, but flowers and root. I pray you be seated while I listen."
"Well," said Piers, smiling uneasily, "it's intelligible." "Bosh! Don't be silly! A man has his work to do, and he must get what help he can. I shall pack him off back to Paris." "I'll go and see him, I think. About the Italian, Florio. Has he also an interest?" "In Olga? Yes, I fancy he has, but I don't know much about him. He comes and goes, on business.
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