"They are so dull," objected a lively lady. "I went up Tiber twice as fast last time with but five mules and an a.s.s."
"Nay, that is soon mended," cried a gallant, and jumping ash.o.r.e 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, gripped 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 p.r.i.c.king 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 p.r.i.c.king 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 snakelike, on a bench, his mouth m.u.f.fled, 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.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "AHA! LADIES," SAID SHE, "HERE IS A RIVAL AN YE WILL"]
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 coa.r.s.e 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 stiltified into great fat giants.
Aha, mesdames, well is it said of you, grande--di legni: grosse--di straci: rosse--di bett.i.to: bianche--di calcina."
This drew out a rejoinder. "Avaunt, vulgar toad, telling the men everything. Your coa.r.s.e, ruddy cheeks are your own, and your little handful of African hair. But who is padded more? Why you are shaped like a fireshovel."
"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.
At this moment a galley drifting slowly down stream got entangled for an instant in their ropes: for, the river turning suddenly, they had shot out into the stream: and this galley came between them and the bank. In it a lady of great beauty was seated under a canopy with gallants and dependents standing behind her.
Gerard looked up at the interruption. It was the princess Claelia.
He coloured and withdrew his hand from Marcia"s head.
Marcia was all admiration. "Aha! ladies," said she, "here is a rival an"
ye will. Those cheeks were coloured by Nature--like mine."
"Peace, child! peace!" said Gerard. "Make not too free with the great."
"Why, she heard me not. Oh, Ser Gerard, what a lovely creature!"
Two of the females had been for some time past putting their heads together and casting glances at Marcia.
One of them now addressed her.
"Signorina, do you love almonds?"
The speaker had a lapful of them.
"Yes, I love them; when I can get them," said Marcia, pettishly, and eyeing the fruit with ill-concealed desire; "but yours is not the hand to give me any, I trow."
"You are much mistook," said the other. "Here, catch!"
And suddenly threw a double handful into Marcia"s lap.
Marcia brought her knees together by an irresistible instinct.
"Aha! you are caught, my lad," cried she of the nuts. ""Tis a man; or a boy. A woman still parteth her knees to catch the nuts the surer in her ap.r.o.n; but a man closeth his for fear they shall fall between his hose.
Confess now, didst never wear fardingale ere to-day."
"Give me another handful, sweetheart, and I"ll tell thee."
"There! I said he was too handsome for a woman."
"Ser Gerard, they have found me out," observed the Epicaene, calmly cracking an almond.
The libertines vowed it was impossible, and all glared at the G.o.ddess like a battery. But Vanucci struck in, and reminded the gaping gazers of a recent controversy, in which they had, with an unanimity not often found among dunces, laughed Gerard and him to scorn, for saying that men were as beautiful as women in a true artist"s eye.
"Where are ye now? This is my boy Andrea. And you have all been down on your knees to him. Ha! ha! But oh, my little ladies, when he lectured you and flung your stibium, your cerussa, and your purpurissum back in your faces, "tis then I was like to burst; a grinds my colours. Ha! ha!
he! he! he! ho!"