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Procopius Nasus, chief of the Hussites, was so touched with this spectacle, that he received the young suppliants, regaled them with cherries and other fruits, and promised them to spare the city. The children returned crowned with leaves, holding cherries, and crying "Victory!" September 1852.
He might have been somewhat reassured if he had known that Don Alberto himself was also under arrest in his bedroom, by the Cardinal's orders; and he might have felt some satisfaction if he could have seen his enemy's injured nose, swollen to an unnatural size and covered with sticking-plaster, and if he could have also realised that it still hurt quite dreadfully; but, on the other hand, these latter palliative circumstances were likely to make the real trouble even worse, since that same nose was not to be classed with common noses, but as a nasus nepotis Pontificis, that is, nepotic, belonging to a Pope's nephew, and therefore quasi-pontifical, and not to be pulled, struck, or otherwise maltreated with impunity.
Minime gentium! meus nasus nunquam tangetur, dum spiritus hos reget artus Ad quid agendum? air uxor burgomagistri. Peregrinus illi non respondit. Votum faciebat tunc temporis sancto Nicolao; quo facto, sinum dextrum inserens, e qua negligenter pependit acinaces, lento gradu processit per plateam Argentorati latam quae ad diversorium templo ex adversum ducit.
Scopas, on hearing that the king had gone into Thrace, and was engaged in a war there, armed all the Aetolian youths, and prepared to invade Acarnania. The Acarnanian nation, unequal to their enemy in point of strength, and seeing that they had lost Aeniadae and Nasus, and moreover that the Roman arms were threatening them, prepare the war rather with rage than prudence.
Ex abiete factus est, ait ille, terebinthinum olet Carbunculus inest, ait uxor. Mortuus est nasus, respondit hospes. Vivus est ait illa, et si ipsa vivam tangam. Votum feci sancto Nicolao, ait peregrinus, nasum meum intactum fore usque ad Quodnam tempus? illico respondit illa. Slawkenbergius's Tale
Quod ubi peregrinus esset ingressus, uxorem tubicinis obviam euntem aspicit; illico cursum flectit, metuens ne nasus suus exploraretur, atque ad diversorium regressus est exuit se vestibus; braccas coccineas sericas manticae imposuit mulumque educi jussit. Francofurtum proficiscor, ait ille, et Argentoratum quatuor abhinc hebdomadis revertar. Bene curasti hoc jumentam?
Both the Aetolians immediately commenced war against Philip, and Laevinus taking, all but the citadel, Zacynthus, a small island near to Aetolia, and having one city of the same name with the island; and also taking Aeniadae and Nasus from the Acarnanians, annexed them to the Aetolians; and also considering that Philip was sufficiently engaged in war with his neighbours to prevent his thinking of Italy, the Carthaginians, and his compact with Hannibal, he retired to Corcyra.
"I appale to this gintleman," said Father Peter turning to the stranger. "Are you a classical scholar, sir that is, do you understand Latin?" "What kind?" demanded the stranger dryly. "If you have read Corderius's Colloquies, it will do," said Father Peter. "No, sir," replied the other, "but I have read his commentator, Bardolphus, who wrote a treatise upon the Nasus Rubricundus of the ancients."
By virtue of the malady that had killed him, of his plethoric habit of body, and of the sweltering August heat, the corpse was decomposing rapidly, so that the face had become almost black and assumed an aspect grotesquely horrible, fully described by Burchard: "Factus est sicut pannus vel morus nigerrimus, livoris totus plenus, nasus plenus, os amplissimum, lingua duplex in ore, que labia tota implebat, os apertum et adeo horribile quod nemo viderit unquam vel esse tale dixerit."
Non immerito, benigne peregrine, respondit miles. Nihili aestimo, ait ille tympanista, e pergamena factitius est. Prout christianus sum, inquit miles, nasus ille, ni sexties major fit, meo esset conformis. Crepitare audivi ait tympanista. Mehercule! sanguinem emisit, respondit miles. Miseret me, inquit tympanista, qui non ambo tetigimus!
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