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Updated: June 19, 2025
This it was to be tall out of common, this to lift up in dark-browed Padua a brave golden head; this to carry the bosom of an Oread beneath the smock of a girl in her teens; this, merciful Heaven, to be a vortex when poets are swirling down the stream of Time. Not to weary you, it is clear that Ippolita was the fashion.
This bright-eyed child, who had won her grandfather's affections at this early age, remained at Naples for the next eight years, and grew up in the royal palace on the terraced steps of that enchanted shore, where even then Sannazzaro was dreaming of Arcadia, and where Lorenzo de' Medici loved to talk over books and poetry with his learned friend the Duchess Ippolita.
She was half undressed, but she too slipped a shawl over her head and went peering into the alley. There she met Ippolita, and joined hands. Flaring torches, a swarm of eager black heads, whispers, grunting, the archers' plumed helmets "Madonna! What's all this?" cried the two girls together in a stew of curiosity. A dead Jew? A murdered Jew? O Gesù!
"I see them on the riviera now. Slip into the boat. I will put you across." On the other bank, Ippolita was received by the herd-boys, all agog to see the champion who had killed the Jew. "Addio, Silvestro," said Annina, keeping up the play. "Addio, Nannina," said Silvestro, with a chuckle. "Are we ready, boys?" Petruccio called out, turning about him. "We must be careful what we're doing."
Soon afterwards her brother succeeded in securing both her and her children, and murdered them in a castle. Antonio, ignorant of their fate, and still cherishing the hope of seeing them again, was staying at Milan, closely watched by hired assassins, and one day in the society of Ippolita Sforza sang to the lute the story of his misfortunes.
They had other ways of deciding issues which appeared satisfactory; and when at the end the conquering champion went down on his two knees before the throne, when Ippolita, with deprecating hands and downcast eyes rose timidly to crown him, the silver trumpets pealed as shatteringly as ever over a blood-fray, and the company cried aloud to the witnessing sky, "Evviva Ippolita bella!"
"It is about me." "And the rhymes?" "They are about me." "And you have never ?" "Never, never, never!" "What, not in the garden even?" "No, never, I tell you. Only my hand." "Your hand pouf! The nightingales sing there, I suppose." "All night." "And there is moonlight?" "Floods of moonlight." "Dio! Dio santissimo!" cried Nannina, striking her friend on the knee, "you must be out of this, Ippolita!
"Dio buono!" cried Ippolita. "Is he the gentleman who wants to undo me?" They were shocked. "He asks no more than to sit at your feet, Ippolita, and read the secrets of your beautiful eyes. It is your soul he loves; he asks nothing of your body." "They never do, Madonna," said Ippolita; "but I am a poor girl, so please you, who have to look every way at once, as the saying is.
Ippolita was neither: she was beautiful, and when you came to know her face, lovely. They are brown, she was fair; they are little, she was very tall. They have eyes like a dove's, glossed brown; hers were deeply blue, the colour of the Adriatic when a fleeting cloud spreads a curtain of hyacinth over the sheeted turquoise bed. Chance sparks kindle chance tinder; and so here.
Meleagro decided that he was not, and was accepted by Ippolita, not because she admired his reasoning but because she thought it part of the game.
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