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Chapter XIVChapter XIV
Chapter XIV
The crowd that was left behind began to disperse, and to branch off to
the right and left along the different streets. One went home to attend to his
business; another departed that he might breathe the fresh air in a little
liberty, after so many hours of crowded confinement; while a third set off in
search of acquaintances, with whom he might have a little chat about the
doings of the day. The same dispersion was going on at the other end of the
street, where the crowd was sufficiently thinned to allow the troop of
Spaniards to advance, and approach the superintendent`s house, without having
to fight their way. Around this, the dregs, so to say, of the insurgents were
still congregated - a handful of rascals who, discontented with so quiet and
imperfect a termination to such great preparations, grumbled, cursed, and
consulted, to encourage themselves in seeking if something further might not
be undertaken; and, by way of experiment, began beating and pounding at the
unfortunate door, which had been again barred and propped up within. On the
arrival of the troop, these, without previous consultation, but with a
unanimous resolution, moved off, and departed by the opposite side, leaving
the post free to the soldiers, who took possession of it, and encamped as a
guard to the house and street. But the neighbouring streets and squares were
still full of scattered groups: where two or three were standing, three, four,
twenty others would stop; some would depart, others arrive: it was like those
little straggling clouds that sometimes remain scattered and shifting over the
azure sky after a storm, and make one say, on looking upwards, The weather is
not settled yet. There was heard a confused and varying sound of voices: one
was relating with much energy the particular incidents he had witnessed;
another recounted what he himself had done; another congratulated his
neighbours on this peaceable termination, applauded Ferrer, and prognosticated
dire evils about to fall on the superintendent; others laughed at the idea,
and asserted that no harm would be done him, because a wolf does not prey upon
a wolf; while others more angrily murmured because things had not been managed
properly - said that it was all a hoax, and that they were fools to have made
such a hubbub, only to allow themselves, after all, to be cozened in this
manner.
Meanwhile, the sun had set, and twilight spread its uniform sombreness
over all objects. Many, wearied with the exertions of the day, and tired of
gossiping in the dark, returned to their respective homes. Our youth, after
having assisted the progress of the carriage so long as there was need of
assistance, and having followed it even between the two files of soldiers, as
in triumph, was satisfied when he saw it rolling along, uninterruptedly, out
of danger; and accompanying the crowd a little way, he soon deserted it by the
first outlet, that he might breathe a little fresh air in quiet. After taking
a few steps at large, in the midst of much agitation from so many new scenes,
so many passions, and so many recent and confused remembrances, he began to
feel his need both of food and rest; and kept looking up from side to side, in
hopes of seeing a sign of some inn, since it was too late to go to the
convent. As he thus proceeded, gazing upwards, he suddenly lit upon a group of
gossips; and stopping to listen, he heard them, as they talked, making
conjectures, proposals, and designs for the morrow. After listening a moment
or two, he could not resist putting in his word, thinking that he who had done
so much might, without presumption, join a little in the conversation.
Persuaded, from what he had seen during the day, that to accomplish anything,
it was only necessary to suggest it to the populace, `My good sirs,` cried he,
by way of exordium: `may I, too, give my poor opinion? My poor opinion is
this: that there are other iniquities besides this of bread. Now we`ve seen
plain enough to-day that we can get justice by making ourselves felt. Then
let us proceed until all these grievances are cured, that the world may move
forward in a little more Christian fashion. Isn`t it true, gentlemen, that
there`s a set of tyrants who set at nought the Ten Commandments, and search
out poor people, (who don`t trouble their heads about them), just to do them
every mischief they can; and yet they`re always in the right? Nay, when
they`ve been acting the rascal more than usual, then hold their heads higher
than at other times? Yes, and even Milan has its share of them.`
`Too many,` said a voice.
`So I say,` rejoined Renzo: `the accounts of them have already reached
our ears. And, besides, the thing speaks for itself. Let us suppose, for
instance, that one of those I am talking about should have one foot outside
and one in Milan: if he`s a devil there, he won`t be an angel here, I fancy.
Yet just tell me, sirs, whether you`ve ever seen one of these men behind the
grating! And the worst of it is (and this I can affirm with certainty), there
are proclamations in plenty published, to punish them; and those not
proclamations without meaning, but well drawn out; you can`t find anything
better done: there are all sorts of villanies clearly mentioned, exactly as
they happen, and to each one its proper punishment. It says: "Whoever it may
be, ignoble or plebeians," and what not besides. Now, just go and ask doctors,
scribes, and pharisees, to see justice done to you, as the proclamation
warrants, and they will give you as much ear as the Pope does to vagabonds:
it`s enough to make any honest fellow turn desperate. It is plain enough,
then, that the king, and those who command under him, are desirous that knaves
should be duly punished; but nothing is done because there is some league
between them. We, therefore, ought to break it; we should go to - morrow
morning to Ferrer, who is a worthy man, and a tractable signor; we saw to -
day how glad he was to be amongst the poor people, and how he tried to hear
what was said to him, and answered with such condescension. We should go to
Ferrer, and tell him how things stand; and I, for my part, can tell him some
fine doings; for I saw with my own eyes a proclamation with ever so many arms
at the top, which had been made by three of the rulers, for there was the name
of each of them printed plain below, and one of these names was Ferrer, seen
by me with my own eyes: now, this edict exactly suited my case; and a doctor,
to whom I applied for justice, according to the intention of these three
gentlemen, among whom was Ferrer himself, this signor doctor, who had himself
shown me the proclamation, and a fine one it is, aha! thought that I was
talking to him like a madman! I`m sure that when this worthy old fellow hears
some of these fine doings, for he cannot know all, particularly those in the
country, he won`t be willing to let the world go on this way, but will find
some remedy for it. And besides, they who make the proclamations ought to wish
that they should be obeyed; for it is an insult to count as nothing an edict
with their name fixed to it. And if the powerful ones won`t lower their heads,
and will still play the fool, we are ready to make them, as we`ve done to -
day. I don`t say that he should go about in his carriage, to carry off every
powerful and overbearing rascal: eh, eh! it would require Noah`s ark for that.
But he ought to command all those whose business it is, not only in Milan, but
everywhere, to do things as the proclamations require; and draw up an
indictment against all those who have committed these iniquities; and where it
says, prison, - to prison; where it says, galleys, - to the galleys; and bid
the podesta do his duty; if he won`t, send him about his business, and put a
better man in his place; and then besides, as I said, we should be ready to
lend a hand. And he ought to order the lawyers to listen to the poor, and to
talk reasonably. Don`t I say right, my good sirs?`
Renzo had talked so earnestly, that from the beginning a great part of
the assemblage had stopped all other conversation, and had turned to listen to
him; and, up to a certain point, all had continued his auditors. A confused
clamour of applause, of `Bravo; certainly, he is right; it is too true!`
followed his harangue. Critics, however, were not wanting. `Oh, yes,` said
one, `listen to a mountaineer: they are all advocates;` and he went away.
`Now,` muttered another, `every ragamuffin must put in his word; and what with
having too many irons in the fire, we sha`n`t have bread sold cheap, which is
what we`ve made this stir for.` Renzo, however, heard nothing but compliments,
one taking him by this hand, another by that. `I will see you to - morrow. -
Where? - At the square of the Cathedral. - Very well. - Very well. - And
something will be done. - And something will be done.`
`Which of these good gentlemen will direct me to an inn, where I can get
something to eat, and a lodging for the night, that will suit a poor youth`s
pocket?` said Renzo.
`I am at your service, my brave fellow,` said one who had listened
attentively to his harangue, and had not yet said a word. `I know an inn that
will just suit you; and I will introduce you to the landlord, who is my
friend, and a very worthy man.`
`Near at hand?` asked Renzo.
`Only a little way off,` replied he.
The assembly dispersed; and Renzo, after several warm shakes of the hand
from strangers, went off with his new acquaintance, thanking him heartily for
his kindness.
`Not a word, not a word,` said he: one hand washes the other, and both
the face. It is not one`s duty to serve one`s neighbour?` And as he walked, he
kept making of Renzo, in the course of conversation, first one and then
another inquiry. `Not out of curiosity about your doings; but you seem tired:
where do you come from?`
`I come,` replied Renzo, `as far as from Lecco.`
`From Lecco! Are you a native of Lecco?`
`Of Lecco . . . that is, of the territory.`
`Poor fellow! from what I have gathered in your conversation, you seem to
have been badly treated.`
`Eh! my dear fellow, I was obliged to speak rather carefully, that I
might not publish my affairs to the world; but . . . it`s enough; some day it
will be known, and then . . . But I see a sign of an inn here; and, to say the
truth, I am not inclined to go any further.`
`No, no; come where I told you: it`s a very little way further,` said the
guide: `here you won`t be comfortable.`
`Very well,` replied the youth: `I`m not a gentleman, accustomed to down,
though: something good to supply the garrison, and a straw mattress, are
enough for me: and what I most want is to find both directly. Here we are,
fortunately,` And he entered a shabby - looking doorway, over which hung the
sign of The Full Moon.
`Well; I will lead you here, since you wish it,` said the incognito; and
he followed him in.
`Don`t trouble yourself any further,` replied Renzo. `However,` added he,
`you will do me the favour of taking a glass with me.`
`I accept your kind offer,` replied he: and he advanced, as being better
acquainted with the place, before Renzo, through a little court, approached a
glass door, lifted up the latch, and, opening it, entered with his companion
into the kitchen.
Two lights illuminated the apartment, suspended from two hooks fixed in
the beam of the ceiling. Many persons, all of whom were engaged, were lounging
on benches which stretched along both sides of a narrow, dirty table,
occupying almost the whole of one side of the room: here and there a cloth was
spread, and a few dishes set out; at intervals, cards were played, and dice
cast, and gathered up; and everywhere were bottles and glasses. On the wet
table were to be seen berlinghe, reali, and parpagliole,^1 which, could they
have spoken, would probably have said: This morning we were in a baker`s till,
or in the pockets of some of the spectators of the tumult; for every one,
intent on watching how public matters went, forgot to look after their own
private interests. The clamour was great. A boy was going backwards and
forwards in haste and bustle, waiting upon this table and sundry chess -
boards: the host was sitting upon a small bench under the chimney - piece,
occupied, apparently, in making and un - making certain figures in the ashes
with the tongs; but, in reality, intent on all that was going on around him.
He rose at the sound of the latch, and advanced towards the new comers. When
he saw the guide. - Cursed fellow! thought he: - you are always coming to
plague me, when I least want you! - Then, hastily glancing at Renzo, he again
said to himself: - I don`t know you; but, coming with such a hunter, you must
be either a dog or a hare; when you have said two words, I shall know which. -
However, nothing of this mute soliloquy appeared in the landlord`s
countenance, which was as immovable as a picture: a round and shining face,
with a thick reddish beard, and two bright and staring eyes.
[Footnote 1: Different kinds of Spanish and Milanese coins.]
`What are your commands, gentlemen?` said he.
`First of all, a good flask of wine,` said Renzo, `and then something to
eat.` So saying, he sat down on a bench towards the end of the table, and
uttered a sonorous `Ah!` which seemed to say: it does one good to sit down
after having been so long standing and working so hard. But immediately the
recollection of the bench and the table at which he had last sat with Lucia
and Agnese, rushed to his mind, and forced from him a sigh. He shook his head
to drive away the thought, and then saw the host coming with the wine. His
companion had sat down opposite to Renzo, who poured him out a glass, and
pushed it towards him, saying: `To moisten your lips.` And filling the other
glass, he emptied it at one draught.
`What can you give me to eat?` then demanded he of the landlord.
`A good bit of stewed meat?` asked he.
`Yes, sir; a bit of stewed meat.`
`You shall be served directly,` said the host to Renzo; and turning to
the boy: `Attend to this stranger.`
And he retreated to the fire - place. `But . . .` resumed he, turning
again towards Renzo: `we have no bread to-day.`
`As to bread,` said Renzo, in a loud voice and laughing, `Providence has
provided that.` And drawing from his pocket the third and last loaf which he
had picked up under the Cross of San Dionigi, he raised it in the air,
exclaiming: `Behold the bread of Providence!` Many turned on hearing this
exclamation; and, seeing such a trophy in the air, somebody called out:
`Hurrah for bread at a low price!`
`At a low price?` said Renzo: `Gratis et amore.`
`Better still, better still.`
`But,` added he, immediately, `I should not like these gentlemen to think
ill of me. I have not, as they say, stolen it: I found it on the ground; and
if I could find its owner, I am ready to pay him for it.`
`Bravo! bravo!` cried his companions, laughing more loudly, without its
entering into one of their minds that these words seriously expressed a real
fact and intention.
`They think I`m joking; but it`s just so,` said Renzo, to his guide, and,
turning the loaf over in his hand, he added: `See how they`ve crushed it; it
looks like a cake: but there were plenty close by it! if any of them had had
very tender bones they`d have come badly off.` Then, biting off and devouring
three or four mouthfuls, he swallowed another glass of wine, and added, `This
bread won`t go down alone. I never had so dry a throat. A great shouting there
was!`
`Prepare a good bed for this honest fellow,` said the guide; `for he
intends to sleep here.`
`Do you wish a bed?` asked the landlord of Renzo, advancing towards the
table.
`Certainly,` replied he: `a bed, to be sure; only let the sheets be
clean; for, though I`m but a poor lad, I`m accustomed to cleanliness.`
`Oh! as to that,` said the host: and going to a counter that stood in a
corner of the kitchen, he returned with an inkstand and a little bit of
writing - paper in one hand, and a pen in the other.
`What does this mean?` exclaimed Renzo, gulping down a mouthful of the
stew that the boy had set before him, and then smiling in astonishment: `Is
this the white sheet, eh?`
Without making any reply, the landlord laid the paper on the table, and
put the inkstand by the paper: then stooping forward, he rested his left arm
on the table and his right elbow, and holding the pen in the air, with his
face raised towards Renzo, said to him: `Will you be good enough to tell me
your name, surname, and country?`
`What?` said Renzo: `What has all this to do with my bed?`
`I do my duty,` said the host, looking towards the guide; `we are obliged
to give an account and relation of every one that comes to sleep in our house:
name and surname, and of what nation he is, on what business he comes, if he
has any arms with him . . . how long he intends to stay in this city . . .
They are the very words of the proclamation.`
Before replying, Renzo swallowed another glass; it was the third, and
from this time forward, I fear we shall not be able to count them. He then
said, `Ah! ah! you have the proclamation! And I pride myself upon being a
doctor of law; so I know well enough what importance is attached to edicts.`
`I speak in earnest,` said the landlord, keeping his eye on Renzo`s mute
companion; and going again to the counter, he drew out a large sheet, an exact
copy of the proclamation, and came to display it before Renzo`s eyes.
`Ah! see!` exclaimed the youth, raising the re - filled glass in one
hand, and quickly emptying it, while he stretched out the other, and pointed
with his finger towards the unfolded proclamation; `Look at that fine sheet,
like a missal. I`m delighted to see it. I know those arms; and I know what
that heretical face means, with the noose round its neck.` (At the head of the
edicts the arms of the governor were usually placed; and in those of Don
Gonzalo Fernandez de Cordova appeared a Moorish king, chained by the throat.)
`That face means: Command who can, and obey who will. When that face
shall have sent to the galleys Signor don - never mind, I know who; as another
parchment says, like this; when it has provided that an honest youth may marry
an honest girl who is willing to be married to him, then I will tell my name
to this face, and will give it a kiss into the bargain. I may have very good
reasons for not telling my name. Oh, truly! And if a rascal, who had under his
command a handful more of rascals; for if he were alone - ` Here he finished
his sentence with a gesture: `If a rascal wanted to know where I am, to do me
an ill turn, I ask if that face would move itself to help me. I`m to tell my
business! This is something new. Supposing I had come to Milan to confess, I
should wish to confess to a Capuchin Father, I beg to say, and not to a
landlord.`
The host was silent, and looked towards the guide, who gave no token of
noticing what passed. Renzo, we grieve to say, swallowed another glass, and
continued: `I will give you a reason, my dear landlord, which will satisfy
you. If those proclamations which speak in favour of good Christians are worth
nothing, those which speak against them are worth still less. So carry away
all these bothering things, and bring us instead another flask; for this is
broken.` So saying, he tapped it lightly with his knuckles, and added:
`Listen, how it sounds like a cracked bottle.`
Renzo`s language had again attracted the attention of the party; and when
he ceased, there arose a general murmur of approbation.
`What must I do?` said the host, looking at the incognito, who was,
however, no stranger to him.
`Away, away with them,` cried many of the guests; `this country - man has
some sense; they are grievances, tricks, impositions; new laws to-day, new
laws!`
In the midst of these cries, the incognito, glancing towards the landlord
a look of reproof for this too public magisterial summons, said, `Let him have
his own way a little; don`t give any offence.`
`I have done my duty,` said the host, in a loud voice; and added, to
himself: - Now I have my shoulders against the wall. - He then removed the
pen, ink, and paper, and took the empty flagon to give it to the boy.
`Bring the same sort of wine,` said Renzo; `for I find it a worthy
fellow, and will send it to sleep with the other, without asking its name or
surname, and what is its business, and if it intends to stay any time in the
city.`
`Some more of the same sort,` said the landlord, to the boy, giving him
the flask; and he returned to his seat under the chimney - piece. - More
simple than a hare! - thought he, figuring away in the cinders: - and into
what hands hast thou fallen! Thou great ass! If thou wilt drown, drown; but
the landlord of the Full Moon isn`t obliged to go shares in thy folly! -
Renzo returned thanks to his guide, and to all the rest who had taken his
part. `Brave friends,` said he, `now I see clearly that honest fellows give
each other a hand, and support each other.` Then waving his hand in the air,
over the table, and again assuming the air of a speaker, `Isn`t it an
admirable thing,` exclaimed he, `that all our rulers will have pen, ink, and
paper, intruding everywhere? Always a pen in the hand! They must have a mighty
passion for wielding the pen!`
`Eh! you worthy countryman! would you like to know the reason?` said a
winner in one of the games, laughing.
`Let us hear,` replied Renzo.
`The reason is,` said he, `that as these Signori eat geese, they find
they have got so many quills that they are obliged to make something of them.`
All began to laugh, excepting the poor man who had just been a loser.
`Oh,` said Renzo, `this man is a poet. You have some poets here, then:
they are springing up everywhere. I have a little turn that way myself; and
sometimes I make some fine verses . . . but that`s when things go smoothly.`
To understand this nonsense of poor Renzo`s, the reader must know that,
amongst the lower orders in Milan, and still more in the country, the term
poet did not signify, as among all educated people, a sacred genius, an
inhabitant of Pindus, a votary of the Muses; it rather meant a humorous and
even giddy - headed person, who in conversation and behaviour had more
repartee and novelty than sense. So daring are these mischief - makers among
the vulgar, in destroying the meaning of words, and making them express things
the most foreign and contrary to their legitimate signification! For what, I
should like to know, has a poet to do with a giddy brain?
`But I`ll tell you the true reason,` added Renzo; `It is because they
hold the pen in their own hand: and so the words that they utter fly away and
disappear; the words that a poor lad speaks, are carefully noted, and very
soon they fly through the air with his pen, and are down upon paper to be made
use of at a proper time and place. They`ve also another trick, that when they
would bother a poor fellow who doesn`t know letters, but who has a little
. . . I know what . . .` and to illustrate his meaning he began tapping, and
almost battering his forehead with his forefinger, `no sooner do they perceive
that he begins to understand the puzzle, than, forsooth, they must throw in a
little Latin, to make him lose the thread, to prevent his defending himself,
and to perplex his brain. Well, well! it is our business to do away with these
practices! to-day everything has been done reasonably, in our own tongue,
and without pen, ink and paper: and to - morrow, if people will but govern
themselves, we will do still better; without touching a hair of their heads,
though; everything must be done in a fair way.`
In the mean time some of the company had returned to their gaming, others
to eating, and many to shouting; some went away, and others arrived in their
place; the landlord busied himself in attending upon all; but these things
have nothing to do with our story.
The unknown guide was impatient to take his departure; yet, though he had
not, to all appearance, any business at the house, he would not go away till
he had chatted a little with Renzo, individually. He, therefore, turned to
him, and renewed the conversation about bread; and after a few of those
expressions which had been, for some time, in everybody`s mouth, he began to
give his own opinion. `Eh! if I were ruling,` said he, `I would find a way of
making things right.`
`How would you do?` asked Renzo, fixing on him two eyes more sparkling
than usual, and twisting his mouth away, as it were to be more attentive.
`How would I do?` said he; `I would have bread for all: for poor as well
as rich.`
`Ah! so far well,` said Renzo.
`See how I would do. First, I would fix a moderate price, that everybody
could reach. Then I would distribute bread according to the number of mouths:
for there are some inconsiderate gluttons who would have all to themselves,
and strive who can get the most, buying at a high price, and thus there isn`t
bread enough for the poor people. Therefore, distribute bread. And how should
that be done? See: give a note to every family, in proportion to the number of
mouths, to go and get bread at the bakehouses. To me, for example, they should
give a note of this kind: - Ambrogio Fusella, by trade a sword - cutler, with
a wife and four children, all of an age to eat bread (note that well): let
them have so much bread; and pay so many pence. But to do things justly it
must always be in proportion to the number of mouths. You, we will suppose,
ought to have a note for . . . your name?`
`Lorenzo Tramaglino,` said the youth; who, delighted with the plan, never
recollected that it was entirely founded on paper, pen and ink, and that to
put it in execution the first thing must be to get everybody`s name.
`Very well,` said the stranger; `but have you a wife and children?`
`I ought, indeed . . . children, no . . . too soon . . . but a wife . . .
if the world went as it ought . . .`
`Ah! you are single! Well, have patience; but a smaller portion . . .`
`You are right; but if soon, as I hope . . . and by the help of God . . .
Enough; and when I`ve a wife too?`
`Then change the note, and increase the quantity. As I said; always in
proportion to the number of mouths,` said the unknown, rising from his seat.
`That is all very good,` cried Renzo; and he continued vociferously, as
he struck his hand upon the table: `And why don`t they make a law of this
kind?`
`How can I tell? But I must bid you good night, and be off; for I fancy
my wife and children have been looking out for me this good while.`
`Just another little drop - another little drop,` cried Renzo, hastily
filling his glass; and, rising quickly, he seized the skirt of his doublet,
and tried to force him to sit down again. `Another little drop; don`t do me
this insult.`
But his friend disengaged himself with a sudden jerk, and leaving Renzo
to indulge in importunity and reproaches as he pleased, again said: `Good
night,` and went away. Renzo shouted after him when he had even reached the
street, and then sank back upon his seat. He eyed the glass that he had just
filled; and seeing the boy passing the table, he detained him with a beckon of
his hand, as if he had some business to communicate to him; he then pointed to
the glass, and, with a slow and grave enunciation, and pronouncing the words
in a peculiar manner, said: `See, I had prepared it for that worthy gentleman:
do you see? full to the brim, fit for a friend; but he wouldn`t have it;
people have very odd ideas, sometimes. I couldn`t do otherwise; I let him see
my kind intentions. Now, then, since the thing is done, I mus`n`t let it go to
waste.` So saying, he took it, and emptied it at a draught.
`I understand,` said the boy, going away.
`Ah! you understand, do you?` replied Renzo; `then it is true. When
reasons are sensible! . . .`
Nothing less than our love of truthfulness would induce us to prosecute a
faithful account which does so little credit to so important a person, we may
almost say, to the principal hero, of our story. From this same motive of
impartiality, however, we must also state, that this was the first time that
such a thing happened to Renzo; and it is just because he was not accustomed
to such excesses that his first attempt succeeded so fatally. The few glasses
that he had swallowed one after another, at first, contrary to his usual
habits, partly to cool his parched throat, partly from a sort of excitement of
mind which gave him no liberty to do anything in moderation, quickly went to
his head; a more practised drinker would probably never have felt them. Our
anonymous author here makes an observation which we repeat for the benefit of
those of our readers who know how to value it. Temperate and honest habits,
says he, bring with them this advantage; that the more they are established
and rooted in a man, so much the more easily, when he acts contrary to them,
does he immediately feel the injury or inconvenience, or, to say the least,
the disagreeability of such an action: so that he has something to remember
for a time; and thus even a slight fault serves him for a lesson.
However this may be, certain it is that when these first fumes had
mounted to Renzo`s brain, wine and words continued to flow, one down, the
other up, without measure or reason: and at the point where we have left him,
he had got quite beyond his powers of self - government. He felt a great
desire to talk: auditors, or at least men present whom he could imagine such,
were not wanting; and for some time also words had readily occurred to him,
and he had been able to arrange them in some sort of order. But by degrees his
power of connecting sentences began woefully to fail. The thought that had
presented itself vividly and definitively to his mind, suddenly clouded over
and vanished; while the word he wanted and waited for, was, when it occurred
to him, inapplicable and unseasonable. In this perplexity, by one of those
false instincts that so often ruin men, he would again have recourse to the
flagon; but any one with a grain of sense will be able to imagine of what use
the flagon was to him then.
We will only relate some of the many words he uttered in this disastrous
evening; the others which we omit would be too unsuitable; for they not only
had no meaning, but made no show of having any - a necessary requisite in a
printed book.
`Ah, host, host,` resumed he, following him with his eye round the table,
or under the chimney - piece; sometimes gazing at him where he was not, and
talking all the time in the midst of the uproar of the party: `What a landlord
you are! I cannot swallow this . . . this trick about the name, surname, and
business. To a youth like me! . . . You have not behaved well. What
satisfaction now, what advantage, what pleasure . . . to put upon paper a poor
youth? Don`t I speak sense, gentlemen? Landlords ought to stand by good youths
. . . Listen, listen, landlord; I will compare you . . . because . . . Do you
laugh, eh! I am a little too far gone, I know . . . but the reasons I would
give are right enough. Just tell me, now, who is it that keeps up your trade?
Poor fellows, isn`t it? See if any of these gentlemen of the proclamations
ever come here to wet their lips.`
`They are all people that drink water,` said one of Renzo`s neighbours.
`They want to have their heads clear,` added another, `to be able to tell
lies cleverly.`
`Ah!` cried Renzo. `That was the poet who spoke then. Then you also
understand my reason. Answer me, then, landlord; and Ferrer, who is the best
of all, has he ever come here to drink a toast, or to spend a quarter of a
farthing? And that dog of a villain, Don . . . I`ll hold my tongue, because
I`m a careful fellow. Ferrer and Father Cr - r - r . . . I know, they are two
worthy men; but there are so few worthy men in the world. The old are worse
than the young; and the young . . . worse again than the old. However, I am
glad there has been no murdering; fye; cruelties that should be left for the
hangman`s hands. Bread; oh yes! I got some great pushes, but . . . I gave some
away too. Room! plenty! long live! . . . However, even Ferrer . . . some few
words in Latin . . . sies baraos trapolorum . . . Cursed trick! Long live!
. . . justice! bread! Ah, these are fair words! . . . There we wanted these
comrades . . . when that cursed ton, ton, ton, broke forth, and then again
ton, ton, ton. We did not flee then, do you see, to keep that signor curate
there . . . I know what I`m thinking about!`
At these words he bent down his head, and remained some time as if
absorbed in some idea; he then heaved a deep sigh, and raised a face with two
piteous - looking eyes, and such an expression of disagreeable and stupid
grief, that woe to him if the object of it could have seen him at that moment.
But the wicked men around him, who had already begun to divert themselves with
the impassioned and confused eloquence of Renzo, now hastened to ridicule his
countenance tinctured with remorse; the nearest to him said to the others:
`Look at him;` and all turned towards the poor fellow, so that he became the
laughing - stock of the unruly company. Not that all of them were in their
perfect senses, or in their ordinary senses, whatever they might be; but, to
say the truth, none of them had gone so far as poor Renzo: and still more, he
was a countryman. They began, first one and then another, to provoke him with
foolish and unmannerly questions, and jesting ceremonies. One moment he would
seem to be offended, the next, would take the treatment in joke; now, without
taking notice of all these voices, he would talk of something quite different,
now replying, now interrogating, but always by starts and blunders.
Fortunately, in all this extravagance, he had preserved a kind of instinctive
carefulness not to mention the names of persons, so that even that which was
most likely to be firmly fixed in his memory was not once uttered; for deeply
it would have grieved us if that name for which even we entertain a degree of
respect and affection, had been bandied about, and become the sport of these
abandoned wretches.
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