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The same contrast reappears in the "Torquato Tasso" of the same poet, though the characters are very different.
Torquato Tasso, in the comparison he makes betwixt France and Italy, says that he has observed that our legs are generally smaller than those of the Italian gentlemen, and attributes the cause of it to our being continually on horseback; which is the very same cause from which Suetonius draws a quite opposite conclusion; for he says, on the contrary, that Germanicus had made his legs bigger by the continuation of the same exercise.
When was there a time when composers did not deform their themes in amorous, rustic and warlike variations? The relation between the pompous and somewhat empty "Lament and Triumph" and the unique, the distinct thing that was the life of Torquato Tasso is outward enough.
Imprisonment, derision, madness. Cornelia. Hush! sweet Torquato! If ever these existed, they are past. Tasso. You do think they are sufferings? ay? Cornelia. Too surely. Tasso. No, not too surely: I will not have that answer. They would have been; but Leonora was then living. Unmanly as I am! did I complain of them? and while she was left me? Cornelia.
It was enlarged later by Eleonora Gonzaga, the wife of Francesco Maria della Rovere, the heir of Urbino, and Giovanni Sforza's successor in the dominion of Pesaro. Famous painters decorated it with allegoric and historical pictures; Bembo and Bernardo Tasso sang of it in melodious numbers, and there, in the presence of the Della Rovere court, Torquato read his pastoral Aminta.
Yes, Torquato! her bosom had throbbed to yours, often and often, before the organ-peel shook the fringes round the catafalc. Is not this much, from one so high, so beautiful? Tasso. Much? yes; for abject me. But I did so love her! so love her! Cornelia. Ah! let the tears flow: she sends thee that balm from heaven. Tasso. So loved her did poor Tasso! Else, O Cornelia, it had indeed been much.
The conference at Dantzic proved, as might be expected, fruitless, and the animosity of both parties was increased to its utmost by an intemperate correspondence. An imperial general, Torquato Conti, who commanded in Pomerania, had, in the mean time, made a vain attempt to wrest Stettin from the Swedes.
Torquato Conti soon after resigned a command, in which neither riches nor reputation were to be gained. In this inequality of the two armies, the advantage was necessarily on the side of the Swedes.
My blood is red hot, and my throat on fire with the pain of this wound!" Torquato Trotto filled a cup from a flagon that lay on the table near the Vidame. Simon took it from him with his left hand, drained it, and flung it from him, so that it struck the wainscoting of the wall, and fell with a crash on the floor. "La Crotte shall hang for this," he went on savagely. "The cur! the coward!"
Comfort thee comfort thee, dear Torquato! Tasso. Then do not rest thy face upon my arm; it so reminds me of her. And thy tears, too! they melt me into her grave. Cornelia. Hear you not her voice as it appeals to you: saying to you as the priests around have been saying to her, Blessed soul! rest in peace? Tasso. I heard it not; and yet I am sure she said it.
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