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Enrich me boundlessly with what costs you so little." So he urged, until "Well," says Silvestro, "I will do it. Rise up, Messere; take what you will." Messer Alessandro shut his eyes, and slowly rose to his feet. Having kissed the goatherd's hand, he very delicately kissed the goatherd's proffered cheek. "I am paid immeasurably, most holy one," he said. "Lead now; I will do what you desire."
They laugh at the idea Saracens at Mass, indeed! and when they see that he is serious they laugh more; it is, in fact, such a good joke that in a spirit of What next? they accept his invitation, intending to jeer. First, however, they want something to eat. Silvestro has nothing for them; besides, one does not eat before Mass. "But we are hungry," they say.
"In the meantime, the government, or Ricci faction, learned of their purpose, and, over their opposition, elected my brother-in-law, Silvestro, Gonfalonier, or chief magistrate of the city. "He was thoroughly familiar with their schemes for oppressing the people and, as steps towards diminishing their influence, resolved that laws should be enacted retrenching their powers.
The frogs were singing vespers in the ditches, the sharp chorus of the cicalas shrilled on all sides. At the sight of this enormous calm Silvestro forgot rebuffs. Andrea slewed round his bag and pipes and began upon a winding air; they all sang, going at a trot. The goats pricked up their ears; they too began to amble; it became a stampede.
She turns over the pages, following line after line with the tip of her long, white forefinger. "There seems very little, Silvestro," she says, running her eyes up and down each page as she turns it slowly over. Her brow knits until her dark eyebrows almost meet "very little. Has the corn brought in so small a sum, and the olives, and the grapes?"
They shall not overrun my woods and break through my vineyards they shall not! You hear?" Her shrill voice rings round the low room, "No poachers no trespassers, remember that; I shall tell Adamo the same. Now go, and, as you pass, tell Fra Pacifico I want him to-morrow." When Silvestro was gone, a haggard look came over the marchesa's pale face.
Then Costantino danced for joy and embraced Silvestro, he embraced Fiovo, embraced Sanguineo, embraced Captain Mucioalbano, embraced the comic soldiers, embraced Silvestro again and made him bishop over all bishops that is Pope of Rome. They were all dancing and embracing one another indiscriminately as the curtain fell.
"Silvestro is my name, Signore," says he; and Andrea knew his game. "We have found our bird, I think," said Alessandro, turning to his men. "Yes, Excellency, this is the lad we want. There was another of them Castracane they call him." "Ah, yes. Where is Castracane, fellow?" "He is over Venda. Gone to Noventa, to his mother," replied Castracane. "Well, we don't want him so far as I know.
With far less technical skill than his contemporary, Mantegna, he has at once a warmer and more brilliant style and a more modern feeling for natural and significant gesture. His earliest known work that bears a date is the altar-piece in S. Silvestro at Massa near Fermo; but his most recent biographer, Mr.
There was a momentary hush; those about the doorway fell back to let this distinguished couple pass, and some of us stood on tiptoe to get a glimpse of them; for San Silvestro is a man of no small importance in the political and diplomatic world, and his wife enjoys quite a European fame for beauty and amiability, having had opportunities of displaying both these attractive gifts at the several courts where she has acted as Italian ambassadress.
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