"We will try the strength of that endurance," said the President, turning to Gonsalvo di Vasari, who slightly assented. "Executioner! do your duty. Let the prisoner strip." The executioner and his assistants then proceeded immediately to strip the culprit naked to the waist, which they did almost in silence, and very temperately, without any show of violence or roughness; but yet the cold, ready, business-like civility of their manner--the expeditiousness with which they stripped a man for murder and agony, as they might have stripped him for the bath--chilled the heart with more sickness than a demeanour of coarseness or ferocity would have done. The outlaw smiled bitterly; but it was a smile of confidence and impatience rather than insolence. "Gonfalonière!" he cried, "once more beware! One moment's haste may kill your hopes for ever. Crack but a sinew--strain but a single limb--let your blind rage but do the smallest act that makes Arionelli's life not worth preserving,--not all the wealth that Florence holds shall ever buy your secret: I die, and it dies with me." No notice was taken of this menace, except by an order to complete the necessary preparations. The criminal was bound to the rack. An attendant had brought the pot of water which stood by to wet the lips of sufferers in their extremity. And the cords were tightened, ready for the first pull, which was commonly followed by a dislocation of both the wrists and shoulders. At this point many gave way; and it was the custom to try the resolution of culprits under it by a moment's suspense. But Arionelli uttered no word, nor gave any look, which could be construed into an appeal for mercy. His cheek was flushed--hands clenched--the lips strongly drawn in--the teeth set firm together; but in the whole countenance there was but one expression--that of defiance and disdain; and all eyes were fixed, and all ears were open, for the moment of allowance had expired; when, just as the Gonfalonière's hand was raised to give the last sign for which the executioner waited, and the prisoner was collecting his strength to meet the impending shock, Gonsalvo di Vasari, who had watched the whole scene in silence, but with the closest attention, made a movement to interfere.