"What think ye of this new beef, mesdames?""We ne'er saw monsters so viley ill-favoured; with their nasty horns that make one afeard, and, their foul nostrils cast up into the air.Holes be they; not nostrils.""Signorina, the beeves are a present from Florence the beautiful Would ye look a gift beef i' the nose?""They are so dull," objected a lively lady."I went up Tiber twice as fast last time with but five mules and an ass.""Nay, that is soon mended," cried a gallant, and jumping ashore he drew his sword, and despite the remonstrances of the drivers, went down the dozen buffaloes goading them.
They snorted and whisked their tails, and went no faster, at which the boat-load laughed loud and long: finally he goaded a patriarch bull, who turned instantly on the sword, sent his long horns clean through the spark, and with a furious jerk of his prodigious neck sent him flying over his head into the air.He described a bold parabola and fell sitting, and unconsciously waving his glittering blade, into the yellow Tiber.The laughing ladies screamed and wrung their hands, all but Gerard's fair.She uttered something very like an oath, and seizing the helm steered the boat out, and the gallant came up sputtering, griped the gunwale, and was drawn in dripping.
He glared round him confusedly."I understand not that," said he, a little peevishly; puzzled, and therefore, it would seem, discontented.At which, finding he was by some strange accident not slain, his doublet being perforated, instead of his body, they began to laugh again louder than ever.
"What are ye cackling at?" remonstrated the spark, "I desire to know how 'tis that one moment a gentleman is out yonder a pricking of African beef, and the next moment - "Gerard's lady."Disporting in his native stream.""Tell him not, a soul of ye," cried Vanucci."Let him find out 's own riddle."Confound ye all.I might puzzle my brains till doomsday, I should ne'er find it out.Also, where is my sword?
Gerard's lady."Ask Tiber! Your best way, signor, will be to do it over again; and, in a word, keep pricking of Afric's beef, till your mind receives light.So shall you comprehend the matter by degrees, as lawyers mount heaven, and buffaloes Tiber."Here a chevalier remarked that the last speaker transcended the sons of Adam as much in wit as she did the daughters of Eve in beauty.
At which, and indeed at all their compliments, the conduct of Pietro Vanucci was peculiar.That signor had left off staring, and gaping bewildered; and now sat coiled up snake-like, on each, his mouth muffled, and two bright eyes fixed on the' lady, and twinkling and scintillating most comically.
He did not appear to interest or amuse her in return.Her glorious eyes and eyelashes swept him calmly at times, but scarce distinguished him from the benches and things.
Presently the unanimity of the party suffered a momentary check.
Mortified by the attention the cavaliers paid to Gerard's companion, the ladies began to pick her to pieces sotto voce, and audibly.
The lovely girl then showed that, if rich in beauty, she was poor in feminine tact.Instead of revenging herself like a true woman through the men, she permitted herself to overhear, and openly retaliate on her detractors.
"There is not one of you that wears Nature's colours," said' she.
"Look here," and she pointed rudely in one's face."This is the beauty that is to be bought in every shop.Here is cerussa, here is stibium, and here purpurissum.Oh, I know the articles bless you, I use them every day - but not on my face, no thank you.
Here Vanucci's eyes twinkled themselves nearly out of sight.
"Why, your lips are coloured, and the very veins in your forehead:
not a charm but would come off with a wet towel.And look at your great coarse black hair like a horse's tail, drugged and stained to look like tow.And then your bodies are as false as your heads and your cheeks, and your hearts I trow.Look at your padded bosoms, and your wooden heeled chopines to raise your little stunted limbs up and deceive the world.Skinny dwarfs ye are, cushioned and stultified into great fat giants.Aha, mesdames, well is it said of you, grande - di legni: grosse - di straci:
rosse - di bettito: bianche - di calcina."This drew out a rejoinder."Avaunt, vulgar toad, telling the men everything.Your coarse, ruddy cheeks are your own, and your little handful of African hair.But who is padded more? Why, you are shaped like a fire-shovel.""Ye lie, malapert."
"Oh, the well-educated young person! Where didst pick her up, Ser Gerard?""Hold thy peace, Marcia," said Gerard, awakened by the raised trebles from a gloomy reverie."Be not so insolent! The grave shall close over thy beauty as it hath over fairer than thee.""They began," said Marcia petulantly.
"Then be thou the first to leave off."
"At thy request, my friend." She then whispered Gerard, "It was only to make you laugh; you are distraught, you are sad.Judge whether I care for the quips of these little fools, or the admiration of these big fools.Dear Signor Gerard, would I were what they take me for? You should not be so sad."Gerard sighed deeply; and shook his head.But touched by the earnest young tones, caressed the jet black locks, much as one strokes the head of an affectionate dog.
