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Book FirstPart XXVIII
Part XXVIII
As I have said above, the plague had broken out in Rome; but though I
must return a little way upon my steps, I shall not therefore abandon the main
path of my history. There arrived in Rome a surgeon of the highest renown, who
was called Maestro Giacomo da Carpi. ^1 This able man, in the course of his
other practice, undertook the most desperate cases of the so-called French
disease. In Rome this kind of illness is very partial to the priests, and
especially to the richest of them. When, therefore, Maestro Giacomo had made
his talents known, he professed to work miracles in the treatment of such
cases by means of certain fumigations; but he only undertook a cure after
stipulating for his fees, which he reckoned not by tens, but by hundreds of
crowns. He was a great connoisseur in the arts of design. Chancing to pass one
day before my shop, he saw a lot of drawings which I had laid upon the
counter, and among these were several designs for little vases in a capricious
style, which I had sketched for my amusement. These vases were in quite a
different fashion from any which had been seen up to that date. He was anxious
that I should finish one or two of them for him in silver; and this I did with
the fullest satisfaction, seeing they exactly suited my own fancy. The clever
surgeon paid me very well, and yet the honour which the vases brought me was
worth a hundred times as much; for the best craftsmen in the goldsmith`s trade
declared they had never seen anything more beautiful or better executed.
[Footnote 1: Giacomo Berengario da Carpi was, in fact, a great physician,
surgeon, and student of anatomy. He is said to have been the first to use
mercury in the cure of syphilis, a disease which was devastating Italy after
the year 1495. He amassed a large fortune, which, when he died at Ferrara
about 1530, he bequeathed to the Duke there.]
No sooner had I finished them than he showed them to the Pope; and the
next day following he betook himself away from Rome. He was a man of much
learning, who used to discourse wonderfully about medicine. The Pope would
fain have had him in his service, but he replied that he would not take
service with anybody in the world, and that whoso had need of him might come
to seek him out. He was a person of great sagacity, and did wisely to get out
of Rome; for not many months afterwards, all the patients he had treated grew
so ill that they were a hundred times worse off than before he came. He would
certainly have been murdered if he had stopped. He showed my little vases to
several persons of quality; amongst others, to the most excellent Duke of
Ferrara, and pretended that he had got them from a great lord in Rome, by
telling this nobleman that if he wanted to be cured, he must give him those
two vases; and that the lord had answered that they were antique, and besought
him to ask for anything else which it might be convenient for him to give,
provided only he would leave him those; but, according to his own account,
Maestro Giacomo made as though he would not undertake the cure, and so he got
them.
I was told this by Messer Alberto Bendedio in Ferrara, who with great
ostentation showed me some earthenware copies he possessed of them. ^2
Thereupon I laughed, and as I said nothing, Messer Alberto Bendedio, who was a
haughty man, flew into a rage and said: "You are laughing at them, are you?
And I tell you that during the last thousand years there has not been born a
man capable of so much as copying them." I then, not caring to deprive them of
so eminent a reputation, kept silence, and admired them with mute
stupefaction. It was said to me in Rome by many great lords, some of whom were
my friends, that the work of which I have been speaking was, in their opinion
of marvellous excellence and genuine antiquity; whereupon, emboldened by their
praises, I revealed that I had made them. As they would not believe it, and as
I wished to prove that I had spoken truth, I was obliged to bring evidence and
to make new drawings of the vases; for my word alone was not enough, inasmuch
as Maestro Giacomo had cunningly insisted upon carrying off the old drawings
with him. By this little job I earned a fair amount of money.
[Footnote 2: See below, Book II. Chap. viii., for a full account of this
incident at Ferrara.]
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