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Updated: June 28, 2025
"Oh! take me to prison! take me to prison I am weary of life I am a wretch not fit to live!" cried Piedro, holding his hands to be tied by the sbirri. The next morning Piedro was conveyed to prison; and as he passed through the streets of Naples he was met by several of those who had known him when he was a child.
Beside those whom we have met, there was Don Piedro Castro y Pensilo of Spain; Baron of Cobarth of Germany, and Sir John Mandecote of England. Like their leader, each of these fierce warriors carried a great price upon his head, and the story of the life of any one would fill a large volume with romance, war, intrigue, treachery, bravery and death.
Piedro had now an opportunity of establishing a good character. When he went into the market with his grapes and figs, he found that he was not shunned or taunted as usual. All seemed disposed to believe in his intended reformation, and to give him a fair trial. These favourable dispositions towards him were the consequence of Francisco's benevolent representations.
A few days ago I had fine things in readiness for the Countess de Flora's birthday, which was to have been celebrated at the count's villa." "Why do you fix your eyes on me, friend? What is your discourse to me?" said Piedro, who imagined that the man fixed his eyes upon him as he mentioned the name of the count's villa.
"Neither did I get what you see by begging, or borrowing either," said Piedro, "but by using my wits; not as you did yesterday, when, like a novice, you showed the bruised side of your melon, and so spoiled your market by your wisdom." "Wisdom I think it still," said Francisco. "And your father?" asked Piedro. "And my father," said Francisco. "Mine is of a different way of thinking," said Piedro.
Francisco is gone down hither now with some of the count's domestics to protect the valuable goods against those villainous plunderers, who robbed their fellow-creatures of what even the flames of Vesuvius would spare." "Come, we have had enough of this stuff," cried the man whose arm Piedro held. "Come away," and he hurried forwards.
A good beginning makes a good ending an honest boy will make an honest man; and honesty is the best policy, as you have proved to all who wanted the proof, I hope." "Yes," added Francisco's father, "I think it is pretty plain that Piedro the Cunning has not managed quite so well as Francisco the Honest."
He lost more by not selling his fish to these people than he had gained the day before by cheating the ENGLISH BOOBY. The market was well supplied, and he could not get rid of his cargo. "Is not this truly provoking?" said Piedro, as he passed by Francisco, who was selling fruit for his father.
"As old as Francisco, and older by six months," said Piedro. "And smarter and more knowing by six years," said his father. "Here, take these fish to Naples, and let us see how you'll sell them for me.
I wish all your countrymen would take after you in honesty, indeed I do," concluded the Englishman, looking full at Piedro, who took up his unsold basket of fish, looking somewhat silly, and gloomily walked off. Arthur, the English servant, was as good as his word.
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