Milan (Italy) -- Description and travel; Milan (Italy) -- History
To the princes of the Quattrocento the people were but the necessary
foundation of existence, ‘the mud on which proud man is built.’ And how
incomparable was the fair fabric, so based, and composed of all the
rarest elements of life. The story of the Moro’s Court is well-known to
English readers. The joyous figures that peopled it are familiar to us,
and the gorgeous pageants, the processions of princes and potentates and
fair ladies, the stupendous display of wealth and beauty, the tourneys,
feasts and dances, are tales oft told in biography and romance. In 1489
the long arranged marriage of the young Duke with Isabella of Aragon,
granddaughter of King Ferrante of Naples, was celebrated with
extraordinary pomp, and two years later the festivities were renewed for
the double nuptials of the Regent himself with Beatrice da Este,
daughter of the Duke of Ferrara, and of her brother Alfonso,
heir-apparent of Ferrara, with Anna Sforza, sister of Gian Galeazzo. All
these splendours were far overpassed, however, in 1493, when the Moro’s
diplomacy was rewarded by an imperial alliance for the House of Sforza,
and Bianca Maria, the Duke’s remaining sister, rode forth from the
Castello in a chariot of gold to her marriage with the Emperor
Maximilian. The imagination reels with the descriptions of the rich
robes and jewels, the pavilions and triumphal arches, the garlands, the
blazoned hangings, the allegorical masques, the noise of music and of
applauding crowds on these occasions. One would feel that Milan must
have suffered an intolerable surfeit of colour and delight, did we not
know that the gorgeous riot was shaped into symmetry and order by the
supreme decorative taste of the Italian Quattrocento. All the beautiful
neo-pagan conceits, the new vision of the gods of Olympus granted to
that age, inspired these brief spectacles. Leonardo—Bramante—fashioned
those gorgeous edifices of an hour, built up that wonderful seeming,
ephemeral as the glories which it celebrated, and stayed those passing
moments for ever in the history of the world.
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