Mindful of who thus helped him at a pinch,
Archangelus Procurator Pauperum
And proved Hortensius Redivivus!
To earn the Est-est, merit the minced herb
That mollifies the livers leathery slice,
With here a goose-foot, there a cocks-comb stuck,
Cemented in an element of cheese! (120)
I doubt if dainties do the grandsire good:
Last June he had a sort of strangling bah!
Hes his own master, and his will is made.
So, liver fizz, law flit and Latin fly
As we rub hands oer dish by way of grace!
May I lose cause if I vent one word more
Except,with fresh-cut quill we ink the white,
P-r-o-pro Guidone et Sociis. There!
What? Duxit in uxorem?commonplace! (130)
Tædas jugales iniit, subiit,ha!
He underwent the matrimonial torch?
Connubio stabili sibi junxit,hum!
In stable bond of marriage bound his own?
Thats clear of any modern taint: and yet
He shall attack me Terence with the dawn,
Shall Cinuccino! Mum, mind business, Sir!
Thus circumstantially evolve we facts,
Ita se habet ideo series facti: (140)
He wedded,ah, with owls for augury!
Nupserat, heu sinistris avibus,
One of the blood Arezzo boasts her best,
Dominus Guido, nobili genere ortus,
Curb we this ardour! Notes alone, to-day,
The speech to-morrow and the Latin last:
Such was the rule in Farinaccis time.
Indeed I hitched it into verse and good.
Unluckily, law quite absorbs a man, (150)
Or else I think I too had poetised.
Law is the pork substratum of the fry,
Goose- foot and cocks-comb are Latinity,
And in this case, if circumstance assist,
Well garnish law with idiom, never fear!
Out-of-the-way events extend our scope:
For instance, when Bottini brings his charge,
That letter which you say Pompilia wrote,
To criminate her parents and herself
And disengage her husband from the coil, (160)
That, Guido Franceschini wrote, say we:
Because Pompilia could nor read nor write,
Therefore he pencilled her such letter first,
Then made her trace in ink the same again.
Ha, my Bottini, have I thee on hip?
How will he turn this nor break Tullys pate?
Existimandum (dont I hear the dog!)
Quod Guido designaverit elementa
Dictæ epistolæ, quæ fuerint
(Superinducto ab ea calamo) (170)
Notata atramentotheres a style!
Quia ipsa scribere nesciebat. Boh!
Now, my turn! Either, Insulse!I outburst,
Stupidly put! Inane is the response,
Inanis est responsio, or the like
To-wit, that each of all those characters,
Quod singula elementa epistolæ,
Had first of all been traced for her by him,
Fuerant per eum prius designata,
And then, the ink applied a-top of that, (180)
Et deinde, superinducto calamo,
The piece, she says, became her handiwork,
Per eam, efformata, ut ipsa asserit.
Inane were such response! (a second time:)
Her husband outlined her the whole, forsooth?
Vir ejus lineabat epistolam?
What, she confesses that she wrote the thing,
Fatetur eam scripsisse, (scorn that scathes!)
That she might pay obedience to her lord?
Ut viro obtemperaret, apices (190)
(Here repeat charge with proper varied phrase)
Eo designante, ipsaque calamum
Super inducente? By such argument,
Ita pariter, she seeks to show the same,
(Ay, by Saint Joseph and what saints you please)
Epistolam ostendit, medius fidius,
No voluntary deed but fruit of force!
Non voluntarie sed coacte scriptam!
Thats the way to write Latin, friend my Fisc!
Bottini is a beast, one barbarous: (200)
Look out for him when he attempts to say
Armed with a pistol, Guido followed her!
Will not I be beforehand with my Fisc,
Cut away phrase by phrase from underfoot!
Guido PompiliamGuido thus his wife
Following with igneous engine, shall I have?
Armis munitus igneis persequens
Arma sulphurea gestans, sulphury arms,
Or, might one style a pistolpopping-piece?
Armatus breviori sclopulo? (210)
Well let him have been armed so, though it make
Somewhat against us: I had thought to own
Provided with a simple travelling-sword,
Ense solummodo viatorio
Instructus: but well grant the pistol here:
Better we lost the cause than lacked the gird
At the Fiscs Latin, lost the Judges laugh!
Its Venturini that decides for style.
Tommati rather goes upon the law.
So, as to law, (220)
To level the fellow,dont I know his trick!
How he draws up, ducks under, twists aside!
Hes a lean-gutted hectic rascal, fine
As pale-haired red-eyed ferret which pretends
Tis ermine, pure soft snow from tail to snout.
He eludes law by piteous looks aloft,
Lets Latin glance off as he makes appeal
To the saint thats somewhere in the ceiling-top,
Do you suppose that I dont see the beast? (230)
Plague of the ermine-vermin! For it takes,
It takes, and heres the fellow Fisc, you see,
And Judge, youll not be long in seeing next!
Confound the fophes now at work like me:
Enter his study, as I seem
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