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The first time that Mercutio fell upon the English stage, there fell with him a gay and hardly human figure; it fell, perhaps finally, for English drama. That manner of man Arlecchino, or Harlequin had outlived his playmates, Pantaleone, Brighella, Colombina, and the Clown.
Deux zeun ommes comme ca que si battono perche? Che diavolo? An data a casa! 'I will not consent to a reconciliation, Sanin intervened hurriedly. 'And I too will not, his opponent repeated after him. 'Well, then shout one, two, three! von Richter said, addressing the distracted Pantaleone.
He helped him to shave, observing that it was a mistake not to let his moustache grow; and finally told him a number of details about his mother, his sister, Pantaleone, the poodle Tartaglia, and all their daily life.
'Don't be angry, please, Emil implored. 'Very well ... that's enough embracing. You get along now. I want to be alone. I'm going to sleep. I'm tired. 'An excellent idea! cried Pantaleone. 'You need repose! You have fully earned it, noble signor! Come along, Emilio! On tip-toe! On tip-toe! Sh sh sh!
Mark on various islands in the Mediterranean, and from which they were nicknamed, it is said, "plant lion." A more probable derivation of the word is that the ancient patron saint of Venice is San Pantaleone. St. Pantaleone's day is July 27. He was martyred A.D. 303. In "Childe Harold," Lord Byron, in Canto IV., stanza 14, has that "The Venetian name of Pantaleone is her very by-word."
It was unmistakably dying ... all the leaves on it were dead. 'What is it? an omen? was the thought that flashed across his mind; but he promptly began whistling, leaped over the very tree, and paced up and down the path. As for Pantaleone, he was grumbling, abusing the Germans, sighing and moaning, rubbing first his back and then his knees.
'He ought to be bled it's an apoplectic fit, observed the old man addressed as Pantaleone. Though Sanin had not the slightest notion of medicine, he knew one thing for certain, that boys of fourteen do not have apoplectic fits. 'It's a swoon, not a fit, he said, turning to Pantaleone. 'Have you got any brushes? The old man raised his little face. 'Eh?
These glorious gates were the gifts to their native city of members of the family of Pantaleone of Amalfi, merchant princes who had amassed an immense fortune by trade in the Levant. They are splendid specimens of niello work, which consisted in ornamenting a surface of bronze by engraving upon it lines that were subsequently filled in with coloured enamel or with some precious metal.
Pantaleone got up, looked at his watch, straightened his topknot of hair, and hurriedly stuffed into his shoe an end of tape which was sticking out below his trouser-leg, and the young sub-lieutenant came in, as red and embarrassed as ever. Sanin presented the seconds to each other.
A smell of garments long laid by, a smell of camphor and of musk hung about the whole person of the old man; the anxious solemnity of his deportment must have struck the most casual spectator! Sanin rose to meet him. 'I am your second, Pantaleone announced in French, and he bowed bending his whole body forward, and turning out his toes like a dancer. 'I have come for instructions.
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