Bernard Capes

Summary

Bernard Capes A Jay of Italy — Chapter 1 (1905)

Set a saint, I say, to catch a saint.'
The other laughed louder.
'The right sort of saint for that, I trow, from Giuseppe's loins.'
'Nay, good my lord, the Lord Abbot himself is no less a saint.'
'What!' roared Lanti, 'saints all around! This is the right hagiolatry, where I need never despair of a niche for myself. I too am the son of my father, dear Messer Ciacco, as this Parablist is, I'll protest, of your Abbot, whose piety is an old story. What! you don't recognise a family likeness?'
The landlord abased himself between deference and roguery.
Source: Wikisource

Bernard Capes A Jay of Italy — Chapter 1 (1905)

The lady laughed, and, stirring a little, watched the page curiously. But the boy had scarcely reached the ground when the landlord appeared bowing at the door. The cavalier fumed.
'Ciacco—hog!' he thundered: 'did you not hear us call?'
'Illustrious, no.'
'Where were your ears? Nailed to the pillory?'
'Nay, Magnificent, but to the utterances of the little Parablist of San Zeno.'
'O hog! now by the Mass, I say, they had been better pricked to thy business. O ciacco, I tell thee thy Parablist was like, in another moment, to have addressed thee out of a burning bush. What! I would drink, swine!
Source: Wikisource

Bernard Capes A Jay of Italy — Chapter 1 (1905)

With an oath Lanti brought down his whip with such fury that the fool rolled in the dust.
'Drunken dog!' he roared, and would have ridden over the writhing body, had not Bembo backed the white palfrey to prevent him.
'Thou strik'st the livery, not the man!' he cried. 'Hast never thyself been drunk, and without the excuse of this poor fool to make a trade of folly?'
Messer Lanti glared, then in a moment laughed. The battered grasshopper took advantage of the diversion to rise and slink to the rear. The next moment the whole cavalcade was in motion.
Source: Wikisource

Get perspective with Kwize: daily news enlightened by great literature