The Honour of Savelli: A RomanceLevett Yeats, S. (Sidney)
History
The Honour of Savelli: A Romance
Levett Yeats, S. (Sidney)
Italy -- History -- 1492-1559 -- Fiction
"There have been great doings to-day. 'Tis said the duke has ordered
the Count di Savelli to be executed for having in his possession a
favour of Madame. They say the count stole it, but we know better,
don't we, your excellency?" and the little fool chuckled to himself.
He went on without waiting for an answer. "Ah, yes; the ladies can
never resist us soldiers. I may tell you that I served with Don Carlo
Baglioni, and can bear my pike--there now, I think that side is clean
shaven--as I was saying before, it was hard on the Marquis di Savelli,
a gallant noble whom I frequently saw--pardon, your excellency, it is
but a scratch after all--had you not moved so suddenly, still only a
scratch, nothing for a soldier. The Marquis di Savelli, as I said, was
a regular customer of mine, and he had a lovely head of hair, your
excellency. It was not so much before I took him in hand. _Ecco!_ but
in a month you should have seen! He came in here in his free easy way,
and flung me ten crowns. 'Buy a ribbon for Madonna Giulia with that,
Messer Pazzi,' says he; 'and harkee, send me over six more bottles of
your elixir of St. Symmachus. _Maldetto!_' he exclaimed, twisting his
curls between his fingers, 'but she adores me now.' Now who, I say,
could _she_ have been but--_tchick_? _Diavolo_? it is done; never a
cleaner shave in Rome itself. If your excellency's fortune grows as
well as your hair, I could wish you no better luck."
I rose in silence, and, flinging him a crown, bade him pay himself,
and receiving my change, hurried out, declining all Messer Pazzi's
entreaties to bear with me a bottle of his precious elixir of St.
Symmachus or any other accursed balsam. I saw at a glance that the
removal of my beard caused a considerable alteration in my appearance,
and imagined if I could but change my attire, my most intimate friends
would not know me unless they observed closely; and even then might
perhaps fail to recognise me. This view, as it turned out, was not
quite correct, and I had yet to learn how difficult a thing it is to
arrange a complete disguise.
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