“A leathern coat costs little and lasts long:
“Let me bid hope good-bye, content at home!”
Thus, one day, I disbosomed me and bowed.
Whereat began the little buzz and thrill
O’ the gazers round me; each face brightened up:
As when at your Casino, deep in dawn, (370)
A gamester says at last, “I play no more,
“Forego gain, acquiesce in loss, withdraw
“Anyhow:” and the watchers of his ways,
A trifle struck compunctious at the word,
Yet sensible of relief, breathe free once more,
Break up the ring, venture polite advice—
“How, Sir? So scant of heart and hope indeed?
“Retire with neither cross nor pile from play?—
“So incurious, so short-casting?—give your chance
“To a younger, stronger, bolder spirit belike, (380)
“Just when luck turns and the fine throw sweeps all?”
Such was the chorus: and its good will meant—
“See that the loser leave door handsomely!
“There’s an ill look,—it’s sinister, spoils sport,
“When an old bruised and battered year-by-year
“Fighter with fortune, not a penny in poke,
“Reels down the steps of our establishment
“And staggers on broad daylight and the world,
“In shagrag beard and doleful doublet, drops
“And breaks his heart on the outside: people prate (390)
“‘Such is the profit of a trip upstairs!’
“Contrive he sidle forth, baulked of the blow
“Best dealt by way of moral, bidding down
“No curse but blessings rather on our heads
“For some poor prize he bears at tattered breast,
“Some palpable sort of kind of good to set
“Over and against the grievance: give him quick!”
Whereon protested Paul, “Go hang yourselves!
“Leave him to me. Count Guido and brother of mine,
“A word in your ear! Take courage since faint heart (400)
“Ne’er won … aha, fair lady, don’t men say?
“There’s a sors, there’s a right Virgilian dip!
“Do you see the happiness o’ the hint? At worst,
“If the Church want no more of you, the Court
“No more, and the Camp as little, the ingrates,—come,
“Count you are counted: still you’ve coat to back,
“Not cloth of gold and tissue, as we hoped,
“But cloth with sparks and spangles on its frieze
“From Camp, Court, Church, enough to make a shine,
“Entitle you to carry home a wife (410)
“With the proper dowry, let the worst betide!
“Why, it was just a wife you meant to take!”
And Paul apprised me, ere the week was out,
That Pietro and Violante, the easy pair,
The cits enough, with stomach to be more,
Had just the daughter and exact the sum
To truck for the quality of myself: “She’s young,
“Pretty and rich: you’re noble, classic, choice.
“Is it to be a match?” “A match,” said I. (420)
Done! He proposed all, I accepted all,
And we performed all. So I said and did
Simply. As simply followed, not at first
But with the outbreak of misfortune, still
One comment on the saying and doing—“What?
“No blush at the avowal you dared buy
“A girl of age beseems your granddaughter,
“Like ox or ass? Are flesh and blood a ware?
“Are heart and soul a chattel?”
Will the Court of its charity teach poor me
Anxious to learn, of any way i’ the world,
Allowed by custom and convenience, save
This same which, taught from my youth up, I trod?
Take me along with you; where was the wrong step?
If what I gave in barter, style and state
And all that hangs to Franceschinihood,
Were worthless,—why, society goes to ground,
Its rules are idiot’s-rambling. Honour of birth,—
If that thing has no value, cannot buy (440)
Something with value of another sort,
You’ve no reward nor punishment to give
I’ the giving or the taking honour; straight
Your social fabric, pinnacle to base,
Comes down a-clatter like a house of cards.
Get honour, and keep honour free from flaw,
Aim at still higher honour,—gabble o’ the goose!
Go bid a second blockhead like myself
Spend fifty years in guarding bubbles of breath,
Soapsuds with air i’ the belly, gilded brave, (450)
Guarded and guided, all to break at touch
O’ the first young girl’s hand and first old fool’s purse!
All my privation and endurance, all
Love, loyalty, and labour dared and did,
Fiddle-de-dee!—why, doer and darer both,—
Count Guido Franceschini had hit the mark
Far better, spent his life with more effect,
As a dancer or a prizer, trades that pay!
On the other hand, bid this buffoonery cease,
Admit that honour is a privilege, (460)
The question follows, privilege worth what?
Why, worth the market-price,—now up, now down,
Just so with this as with all other ware:
Therefore essay the market, sell your name,
Style and condition to who buys them best!
“Does my name purchase,” had I dared inquire,
“Your niece, my lord?” there would have been rebuff
Though courtesy, your lordship cannot else—
“Not altogether! Rank for rank may stand:
“But I have wealth beside, you—poverty; (470)
“Your scale flies up there: bid a second bid,
“Rank too, and wealth too!” Reasoned like yourself!
But was it to you I went with goods to sell?
This time ’twas my scale quietly kissed the ground,
Mere rank against mere wealth—some youth beside,
Some beauty too, thrown into the bargain, just
As the buyer likes or lets alone. I thought
To deal o’ the square: others find fault, it seems:
The thing is, those my offer most concerned,
Pietro, Violante, cried they fair or foul? (480)
What did they make o’ the terms? Preposterous terms?
Why then accede so promptly, close with such
Nor take a minute to chaffer? Bargain struck,
They straight grew bilious,
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