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Book FirstPart XXIV
Part XXIV
Knowing now that I had gratified my father`s honest wish, I began to
think that everything would prosper with me to a glorious and honourable end.
Accordingly, I set myself with indefatigable industry to the completion of the
vase I had begun for Salamanca. That prelate was a very extraordinary man,
extremely rich, but difficult to please. He sent daily to learn what I was
doing; and when his messenger did not find me at home, he broke into fury,
saying that he would take the work out of my hands and give it to others to
finish. This came of my slavery to that accursed music. Still I laboured
diligently night and day, until, when I had brought my work to a point when it
could be exhibited, I submitted it to the inspection of the Bishop. This so
increased his desire to see it finished that I was sorry I had shown it. At
the end of three months I had it ready, with little animals and foliage and
masks, as beautiful as one could hope to see. No sooner was it done than I
sent it by the hand of my workman, Paulino, to show that able artist
Lucagnolo, of whom I have spoken above. Paulino, with the grace and beauty
which belonged to him, spoke as follows: "Messer Lucagnolo, Benvenuto bids me
say that he has sent to show you his promises and your lumber, expecting in
return to see from you his gewgaws." This message given, Lucagnolo took up the
vase, and carefully examined it; then he said to Paulino: "Fair boy, tell your
master that he is a great and able artist, and that I beg him to be willing to
have me for a friend, and not to engage in aught else." The mission of that
virtuous and marvellous lad caused me the greatest joy; and then the vase was
carried to Salamanca, who ordered it to be valued. Lucagnolo took part in the
valuation, estimating and praising it far above my own opinion. Salamanca,
lifting up the vase, cried like a true Spaniard: "I swear by God that I will
take as long in paying him as he has lagged in making it." When I heard this,
I was exceedingly put out, and fell to cursing all Spain and every one who
wished well to it.
Amongst other beautiful ornaments, this vase had a handle, made all of
one piece, with most delicate mechanism, which, when a spring was touched,
stood upright above the mouth of it. While the prelate was one day
ostentatiously exhibiting my vase to certain Spanish gentlemen of his suite,
it chanced that one of them, upon Monsignor`s quitting the room, began roughly
to work the handle, and as the gentle spring which moved it could not bear his
loutish violence, it broke in his hand. Aware what mischief he had done, he
begged the butler who had charge of the Bishop`s plate to take it to the
master who had made it, for him to mend, and promised to pay what price he
asked, provided it was set to rights at once. So the vase came once more into
my hands, and I promised to put it forthwith in order, which indeed I did. It
was brought to me before dinner; and at twenty-two o`clock the man who
brought it returned, all in a sweat, for he had run the whole way, Monsignor
having again asked for it to show to certain other gentlemen. ^1 The butler,
then, without giving me time to utter a word, cried: "Quick, quick, bring the
vase." I, who wanted to act at leisure and not to give up to him, said that I
did not mean to be so quick. The serving-man got into such a rage that he
made as though he would put one hand to his sword, while with the other he
threatened to break the shop open. To this I put a stop at once with my own
weapon, using therewith spirited language, and saying: "I am not going to give
it to you! Go and tell Monsignor, your master, that I want the money for my
work before I let it leave this shop." When the fellow saw he could not obtain
it by swaggering, he fell to praying me, as one prays to the Cross, declaring
that if I would only give it up, he would take care I should be paid. These
words did not make me swerve from my purpose; but I kept on saying the same
thing. At last, despairing of success, he swore to come with Spaniards enough
to cut me in pieces. Then he took to his heels; while I, who inclined to
believe partly in their murderous attack, resolved that I would defend myself
with courage. So I got an admirable little gun ready, which I used for
shooting game, and muttered to myself: "He who robs me of my property and
labour may take my life too, and welcome." While I was carrying on this debate
in my own mind, a crowd of Spaniards arrived, led by their major-domo, who,
with the headstrong rashness of his race, bade them go in and take the vase
and give me a good beating. Hearing these words, I showed them the muzzle of
my gun, and prepared to fire, and cried in a loud voice: "Renegade Jews,
traitors, is it thus that one breaks into houses and shops in our city of
Rome? Come as many of you thieves as like, an inch nearer to this wicket, and
I`ll blow all their brains out with my gun." Then I turned the muzzle toward
their major-domo, and making as though I would discharge it, called out:
"And you big thief, who are egging them on, I mean to kill you first." He
clapped spurs to the jennet he was riding, and took flight headlong. The
commotion we were making stirred up all the neighbours, who came crowding
round, together with some Roman gentlemen who chanced to pass, and cried: "Do
but kill the renegades, and we will stand by you." These words had the effect
of frightening the Spaniards in good earnest. They withdrew, and were
compelled by the circumstances to relate the whole affair to Monsignor. Being
a man of inordinate haughtiness, he rated the members of his household, both
because they had engaged in such an act of violence, and also because, having
begun, they had not gone through with it. At this juncture the painter, who
had been concerned in the whole matter, came in, and the Bishop bade him go
and tell me that if I did not bring the vase at once, he would make mincemeat
of me; ^2 but if I brought it, he would pay its price down. These threats were
so far from terrifying me, that I sent him word I was going immediately to lay
my case before the Pope.
[Footnote 1: The Italians reckoned time from sundown till sundown, counting
twenty-four hours. Twenty-two o`clock was therefore two hours before
nightfall. One hour of the night was one hour after nightfall, and so forth.
By this system of reckoning, it is clear that the hours varied with the season
of the year; and unless we know the exact month in which an event took place,
we cannot translate any hour into terms of our own system.]
[Footnote 2: Lit., "the largest piece left of me should be my ears."]
In the meantime, his anger and my fear subsided; whereupon, being
guaranteed by some Roman noblemen of high degree that the prelate would not
harm me, and having assurance that I should be paid, I armed myself with a
large poniard and my good coat of mail, and betook myself to his palace, where
he had drawn up all his household. I entered, and Paulino followed with the
silver vase. It was just like passing through the Zodiac, neither more nor
less; for one of them had the face of the lion, another of the scorpion, a
third of the crab. However, we passed onward to the presence of the rascally
priest, who spouted out a torrent of such language as only priests and
Spaniards have at their command. In return I never raised my eyes to look at
him, nor answered word for word. That seemed to augment the fury of his anger;
and causing paper to be put before me, he commanded me to write an
acknowledgment to the effect that I had been amply satisfied and paid in full.
Then I raised my head, and said I should be very glad to do so when I had
received the money. The Bishop`s rage continued to rise; threats and
recriminations were flung about; but at last the money was paid, and I wrote
the receipt. Then I departed, glad at heart and in high spirits.
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