’Tisdoneandpast；’twasright，myinstinctsaid；
Toolivethelifegrew，goldenandnotgray：
AndI’mtheweak-eyedbatnosunshouldtemptOutofthegrangewhosefourwallsmakehisworld。[170]
Howcoulditendinanyotherway?
Youcalledme，andIcamehometoyourheart。
Thetriumphwas，tohaveendedthere；then，ifIreachediterethetriumph，whatislost?
Letmyhandsframeyourfaceinyourhair’sgold，YoubeautifulLucreziathataremine！”Rafaeldidthis，Andreapaintedthat；
TheRoman’sisthebetterwhenyoupray，Butstilltheother’sVirginwashiswife”——
Menwillexcuseme。Iamgladtojudge[180]
Bothpicturesinyourpresence；clearergrowsMybetterfortune，Iresolvetothink。
For，doyouknow，Lucrezia，asGodlives，SaidonedayAgnolo，hisveryself，ToRafael……Ihaveknownitalltheseyears……
WhentheyoungmanwasflamingouthisthoughtsUponapalace-wallforRometosee，Tooliftedupinheartbecauseofit”Friend，there’sacertainsorrylittlescrubGoesupanddownourFlorence，nonecareshow，[190]
Who，werehesettoplanandexecuteAsyouare，prickedonbyyourpopesandkings，Wouldbringthesweatintothatbrowofyours！”
ToRafael’s！——Andindeedthearmiswrong。
Ihardlydare……yet，onlyyoutosee，Givethechalkhere——quick，thusthelineshouldgo！
Ay，butthesoul！he’sRafael！rubitout！
Still，allIcarefor，ifhespokethetruth，Whathe?why，whobutMichelAgnolo?
Doyouforgetalreadywordslikethose?[200]
Ifreallytherewassuchachancesolost，——
Is，whetheryou’re——notgrateful——butmorepleased。
Well，letmethinkso。Andyousmileindeed！
Thishourhasbeenanhour！Anothersmile?
IfyouwouldsitthusbymeeverynightIshouldworkbetter，doyoucomprehend?
ImeanthatIshouldearnmore，giveyoumore。
See，itissettleddusknow；there’sastar；
Morello’sgone，thewatch-lightsshowthewall，Thecue-owlsspeakthenamewecallthemby。[210]
Comefromthewindow，love，——comein，atlast，InsidethemelancholylittlehouseWebuilttobesogaywith。Godisjust。
KingFrancismayforgiveme：oftatnightsWhenIlookupfrompainting，eyestiredout，Thewallsbecomeillumined，brickfrombrickDistinct，insteadofmortar，fiercebrightgold，ThatgoldofhisIdidcementthemwith！
Letusbutloveeachother。Mustyougo?
Thatcousinhereagain?hewaitsoutside?[220]
Mustseeyou——you，andnotwithme?Thoseloans?
Moregamingdebtstopay?yousmiledforthat?
Well，letsmilesbuyme！haveyoumoretospend?
WhilehandandeyeandsomethingofaheartAreleftme，work’smyware，andwhat’sitworth?
I’llpaymyfancy。OnlyletmesitThegrayremainderoftheeveningout，Idle，youcallit，andmuseperfectlyHowIcouldpaint，wereIbutbackinFrance，Onepicture，justonemore——theVirgin’sface，[230]
Notyour’sthistime！IwantyouatmysideTohearthem——thatis，MichelAgnolo——
JudgeallIdoandtellyouofitsworth。
Willyou?To-morrow，satisfyyourfriend。
Itakethesubjectsforhiscorridor，Finishthepotraitoutofhand——there，there，AndthrowhiminanotherthingortwoIfhedemurs；thewholeshouldproveenoughTopayforthissamecousin’sfreak。Beside，What’sbetterandwhat’sallIcareabout，[240]
Getyouthethirteenscudifortheruff！
Love，doesthatpleaseyou?Ah，butwhatdoeshe，Thecousin！whatdoeshetopleaseyoumore?
Iamgrownpeacefulasoldageto-night。
Iregretlittle，Iwouldchangestillless。
Sincetheremypastlifelies，whyalterit?
TheverywrongtoFrancis！——itistrueItookhiscoin，wastemptedandcomplied，Andbuiltthishouseandsinned，andallissaid。
Myfatherandmymotherdiedofwant。[250]
Well，hadIrichesofmyown?youseeHowonegetsrich！Leteachonebearhislot。
Theywerebornpoor，livedpoor，andpoortheydied：
AndIhavelaboredsomewhatinmytimeAndnotbeenpaidprofusely。SomegoodsonPaintmytwohundredpictures——lethimtry！
Nodoubt，there’ssomethingstrikesabalance。Yes，Youlovedmequiteenough，itseemsto-night。
Thismustsufficemehere。Whatwouldonehave?
Inheaven，perhaps，newchances，onemorechance——[260]
FourgreatwallsintheNewJerusalem，Metedoneachsidebytheangel’sreed，ForLeonard，Rafael，Agnolo，andmeTocover——thethreefirstwithoutawife，WhileIhavemine！So——stilltheyovercomeBecausethere’sstillLucrezia，——asIchoose。
Againthecousin’swhistle！Go，mylove——
29。Myface，mymoon：”Once，likethemoon，ImadeTheever-shiftingcurrentsofthebloodAccordingtomyhumorebbandflow。”——
Cleopatra，inTennyson’s`ADreamofFairWomen’。”Youarethepowerfulmoonofmyblood’ssea，TomakeitebborflowintomyfaceAsyourlookschange。”——
FordandDecker’s`WitchofEdmonton’。
35。Acommongrayness：AndreadelSartowasdistinguishedforhisskillinchiaro-oscuro。
82。low-pulsedforthrightcraftsman’shand：”AndreadelSarto’swas，afterall，butthe`low-pulsedforthrightcraftsman’shand’，andthereforehisperfectartdoesnottouchourheartslikethatofFraBartolommeo，whooccupiesaboutthesamepositionwithregardtothegreatmastersofthecenturyasAndreadelSarto。FraBartolommeospokefromhisheart。Hewasmovedbythespirit，sotospeak，toexpresshispureandholythoughtsinbeautifullanguage，andtheidealthatpresenteditselftohismind，andfromwhichhe，equallywithRaphael，worked，approachedalmostascloselyasRaphael’stothatabstractbeautyafterwhichtheybothlonged。AndreadelSartohadnosuchlonging：hewascontentwiththelovelinessofearth。
Thishecouldunderstandandimitateinitsfullestperfection，andthereforehetroubledhimselfbutlittleaboutthe`wondrouspaterne’laidupinheaven。ManyofhisMadonnashavegreaterbeauty，strictlyspeaking，thanthoseofBartolommeo，orevenofRaphael；butwemissinthemthatmysteriousspirituallovelinessthatgivesthelattertheirchiefcharm。”——
Heaton’sHistoryofPainting。
93。Morello：thehighestofthespursoftheApenninestothenorthofFlorence。
96。Speakastheyplease，whatdoesthemountaincare?：it’sbeyondtheircriticism。
105。TheUrbinate：RaphaelSanti，born1483，inUrbino。
AndreaseesinRaphael，whosetechniquewasinferiortohisown，hissuperior，ashereachedaboveandthroughhisart——
foritgivesway。
106。GeorgeVasari：seenoteunderSt。9of`OldPicturesinFlorence’。
120。Nay，Love，youdidgiveallIasked：itmustbeunderstoodthathiswifehasrepliedwithpique，towhathesaidinthetwoprecedinglines。
129。bythefuture：whenplacedby，incomparisonwith，thefuture。
130。Agnolo：MichaelAngelomorecorrectly，AgnoloBuonarotti。
SeenoteunderSt。30of`OldPicturesinFlorence’。
146。ForfearofchancingontheParislords：byreasonofhisbreakingthefaithhehadpledgedtoFrancisI。ofFrance，andusingforhisownpurposes，orhiswife’s，themoneywithwhichthekinghadentrustedhimtopurchaseworksofartinItaly。
149-165。ThatFrancis，thatfirsttime：hethinkswithregretofthekingandofhishonoredandinspiringstayathiscourt。
161。bythosehearts：alongwith，bytheaidof。
173。Thetriumphwas……there：i。e。，inyourheart。
174。erethetriumph：inFrance。
177。Rafaeldidthis，……washiswife：aremarkascribedtosomecritic。
198。Ifhespokethetruth：i。e。，abouthimself。
199。Whathe：doyouask?
202。allIcarefor……iswhetheryou’re。
209。Morello’sgone：itsoutlinesarelostinthedusk。Seev。93。
218。Thatgoldofhis：seenotetov。146。
220。Thatcousinhereagain?：oneofLucrezia’sgallantsisreferredto，topaywhosegamingdebts，itappears，shehasobtainedmoneyofherhusband。Itmustbeunderstoodthatthisgallantwhistleshere。Seelastverseofthemonologue。
263。Leonard：LeonardodaVinci。
FraLippoLippi。
IampoorbrotherLippo，byyourleave！
Youneednotclapyourtorchestomyface。
Zooks，what’stoblame?youthinkyouseeamonk！
What，’tispastmidnight，andyougotherounds，Andhereyoucatchmeatanalley’sendWheresportiveladiesleavetheirdoorsajar?
TheCarmine’smycloister：huntitup，Do，——harryout，ifyoumustshowyourzeal，Whateverrat，there，hapsonhiswronghole，Andnipeachsoftlingofaweewhitemouse，[10]
`Weke，weke’，that’screpttokeephimcompany！
Aha！youknowyourbetters?Then，you’lltakeYourhandawaythat’sfiddlingonmythroat，Andpleasetoknowmelikewise。WhoamI?
Why，one，sir，whoislodgingwithafriendThreestreetsoff——he’sacertain……howd’yecall?
Master——a……CosimooftheMedici，I’thehousethatcapsthecorner。Boh！youwerebest！
Rememberandtellme，thedayyou’rehanged，Howyouaffectedsuchagullet’s-gripe！[20]
Butyou，sir，itconcernsyouthatyourknavesPickupamanner，nordiscredityou：
Zooks，arewepilchards，thattheysweepthestreetsAndcountfairprizewhatcomesintotheirnet?
He’sJudastoatittle，thatmanis！
Justsuchaface！Why，sir，youmakeamends。
Lord，I’mnotangry！BidyourhangdogsgoDrinkoutthisquarter-florintothehealthOfthemunificentHousethatharborsmeAndmanymorebeside，lads！morebeside！[30]
Andall’scomesquareagain。I’dlikehisface——
His，elbowingonhiscomradeinthedoorWiththepikeandlantern，——fortheslavethatholdsJohnBaptist’sheada-danglebythehairWithonehand”Lookyou，now”，aswhoshouldsay
Andhisweaponintheother，yetunwiped！
It’snotyourchancetohaveabitofchalk，Awood-coalorthelike?oryoushouldsee！
Yes，I’mthepainter，sinceyoustylemeso。
What，brotherLippo’sdoings，upanddown，[40]
Youknowthem，andtheytakeyou?likeenough！
Isawthepropertwinkleinyoureye——
’Tellyou，Ilikedyourlooksatveryfirst。
Let’ssitandsetthingsstraightnow，hiptohaunch。
Here’sspringcome，andthenightsonemakesupbandsToroamthetownandsingoutcarnival，AndI’vebeenthreeweeksshutwithinmymew，A-paintingforthegreatman，saintsandsaintsAndsaintsagain。Icouldnotpaintallnight——
Ouf！Ileanedoutofwindowforfreshair。[50]
Therecameahurryoffeetandlittlefeet，Asweepoflute-strings，laughs，andwhiftsofsong——
`Flowero’thebroom，Takeawaylove，andourearthisatomb！
Flowero’thequince，IletLisago，andwhatgoodinlifesince?
Flowero’thethyme’——andsoon。Roundtheywent。
ScarcehadtheyturnedthecornerwhenatitterLiketheskippingofrabbitsbymoonlight，——threeslimshapes，Andafacethatlookedup……zooks，sir，fleshandblood，[60]
That’sallI’mmadeof！Intoshredsitwent，Curtainandcounterpaneandcoverlet，Allthebed-furniture——adozenknots，Therewasaladder！DownIletmyself，Handsandfeet，scramblingsomehow，andsodropped，Andafterthem。IcameupwiththefunHardbySaintLawrence，hailfellow，wellmet，——
`Flowero’therose，IfI’vebeenmerry，whatmatterwhoknows?’
Andso，asIwasstealingbackagain，[70]
TogettobedandhaveabitofsleepEreIriseupto-morrowandgoworkOnJeromeknockingathispooroldbreastWithhisgreatroundstonetosubduetheflesh，Yousnapmeofthesudden。Ah，Isee！
Thoughyoureyetwinklesstill，youshakeyourhead——
Mine’sshaved——amonk，yousay——thesting’sinthat！
IfMasterCosimoannouncedhimself，Mum’sthewordnaturally；butamonk！
Come，whatamIabeastfor?tellus，now！[80]
IwasababywhenmymotherdiedAndfatherdiedandleftmeinthestreet。
Istarvedthere，Godknowshow，ayearortwoOnfig-skins，melon-parings，rindsandshucks，Refuseandrubbish。Onefinefrostyday，Mystomachbeingemptyasyourhat，ThewinddoubledmeupanddownIwent。
OldauntLapacciatrussedmewithonehandItsfellowwasastinger，asIknew，Andsoalongthewall，overthebridge，[90]
Bythestraightcuttotheconvent。Sixwordsthere，WhileIstoodmunchingmyfirstbreadthatmonth：”So，boy，you’reminded，”quoththegoodfatfatherWipinghisownmouth，’twasrefection-time，——”Toquitthisverymiserableworld?
Willyourenounce”……”themouthfulofbread?”thoughtI；
Bynomeans！Brief，theymadeamonkofme；
Ididrenouncetheworld，itsprideandgreed，Palace，farm，villa，shop，andbanking-house，Trash，suchasthesepoordevilsofMedici[100]
Havegiventheirheartsto——allateightyearsold。
Well，sir，Ifoundintime，youmaybesure，’Twasnotfornothing——thegoodbellyful，Thewarmsergeandtheropethatgoesallround，Andday-longblessedidlenessbeside！”Let’sseewhattheurchin’sfitfor”——thatcamenext。
Notovermuchtheirway，Imustconfess。
Suchato-do！Theytriedmewiththeirbooks：
Lord，they’dhavetaughtmeLatininpurewaste！
`Flowero’theclove，[110]
AlltheLatinIconstrueis，”Amo”Ilove！’