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With her Mary Shelley gives a few of the long list of names of women who won fame in Italy from their intellect: the beautiful daughter of a professor, who lectured behind a veil in Petrarch's time; the mother of Lorenzo de' Medici, Ippolita Sforza; Alessandra Scala; Isotta of Padua; Bianca d'Este; Damigella Torella; Cassandra Fedele.
Now come, there is everything to arrange." There was indeed. Del Dardo would have swooned to see how Annina handled his Unapproachable. Her burnished hair was off with a clip or two of the great shears; a mixture of soot and walnut-juice hid up her roses, and transformed her ivory limbs to the similitude of a tanner's. Ippolita did not know herself.
When the newly elected Pope Pius II., who as Eneas Sylvius Piccolomini had often been in Milan, came to visit the duke in 1457, he found Galeazzo reading Cicero, and his little brothers with their cherub faces sitting round their tutor, intent on his discourse; while on one occasion their sister Ippolita, the pupil of the great Constantine Lascaris, pronounced a Latin oration in honour of His Holiness.
This is unwholesome: I like not the smell of this. Faugh, fungus! Mawkish! I will see your father this very night." Ippolita shook her head again. "My father is paid by these signori." "Then the priest must do it. Father Corrado must do it." "He dare not." "A convent ?" "No, never! That is worse than this. But oh, Nannina! if I dared I would do such a thing." "Well, let me hear.
In this vein he eulogizes Cassandra Fedeli, while he lauds Ginevra Sforza for her elegance of form, her wonderful grace in every motion, her calm and queenly bearing, and her chaste beauty. He discovers the same in the wife of Alfonso of Aragon, Ippolita Sforza, who possessed the highest attainments, the most brilliant eloquence, a rare beauty, and extreme feminine modesty.
Annina! it is, it is your poor Ippolita," panted the beauty, and fell into the red arms of her friend. "Sakes! dear sakes! Thou'lt spoil thy glory, my lovely dear," cried the other; "but there then, but there then, there's nothing to wail about. Tell me the trouble, tell thy good Nannina!" So she petted her, like a mother her child. Donna Euforbia stood confused, but dutiful ever.
"Edge up, Alessandro, edge up accost, accost!" said Meleagro; but "Do you think I would profane the aura of her by my abhorred presence?" cried the lover. "Ah, God of Love, I would die sooner! I feel, indeed, my Dæmon at work. Let me sit upon this bench my tablets, ha!" He sat. Finely disordered verse, rime sciolte, resulted; but Ippolita was so far unperturbed.
Zanovitch asked me to dine with him the following day, and I should have thanked him and begged to be excused if Donna Ippolita had not pressed me to come. She assured me that I should find good company there, and that the cook would excel himself.
On the floor in a shining heap lay the silk robes, the chains and jewels, only witness with Annina of what had been done. That same Annina clasped in her arms the tall boy. "Oh, my dear, my dear!" she said, half sobbing, "if any ill should come of this I shall kill myself." "No ill will come, Nannina, believe me," replied Ippolita, quite calm. "You are sure they expect me?"
That was another's affair. So here. Annina came on the morrow full of secrecy and other things more equivocal still in appearance. Her burden proved, however, to be a bundle of rags which, she assured Ippolita, represented all that was necessary to the perfect goatherd. "We will do what we can here, child," said she, "in the way of staining your skin, cutting off your hair, and such like.
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