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THE PLAGUE had by this time almost died out, so that the survivors, when they met together alive, rejoiced with much delight in one another's cpany. This led to the formation of a club of painters, sculptors, and goldsmiths, the best that were in Re; and the founder of it was a sculptor with the name of Michel Agnolo. He was a Sienese and a man of great ability, who could hold his own against any other workman in that art; but, above all, he was the most amusing crade and the heartiest good fellow in the universe. Of all the members of the club, he was the eldest, and yet the youngest fr the strength and vigour of his body. We often came together; at the very least twice a week. I must not it to mention that our society counted Giulio Rano, the painter, and Gian Francesco, both of them celebrated pupils of the mighty Raffaello da Urbino.
After many and many merry meetings, it seemed good to our worthy president that for the following Sunday we should repair to supper in his house, and that each one of us should be obliged to bring with him his crow (such was the nickname Michel Agnolo gave to wen in the club), and that whoso did not bring one should be sconced by paying a supper to the whole cpany. Those of us who had no familiarity with wen of the town, were forced to purvey themselves at no small trouble and expense, in order to appear without disgrace at that distinguished feast of artists. I had reckoned upon being well provided with a young wan of considerable beauty, called Pantasilea, who was very much in love with me; but I was obliged to give her up to one of my dearest friends, called Il Bachiacca, who on his side had been, and still was, over head and ears in love with her. This exchange excited a certain amount of lover's anger, because the lady, seeing I had abandoned her at Bachiacca's first entreaty, imagined that I held in slight esteem the great affection which she bore me. In course of time a very serious incident grew out of this misunderstanding, through her desire to take revenge for the affront I had put upon her; whereof I shall speak hereafter in the proper place.
Well, then, the hour was drawing nigh when we had to present ourselves before that cpany of men of genius, each with his own crow; and I was still unprovided; and yet I thought it would be stupid to fail of such a madcap bagatelle; but what particularly
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XXX
THE PLAGUE had by this time almost died out, so that the survivors, when they met together alive, rejoiced with much delight in one another's cpany. This led to the formation of a club of painters, sculptors, and goldsmiths, the best that were in Re; and the founder of it was a sculptor with the name of Michel Agnolo. He was a Sienese and a man of great ability, who could hold his own against any other workman in that art; but, above all, he was the most amusing crade and the heartiest good fellow in the universe. Of all the members of the club, he was the eldest, and yet the youngest fr the strength and vigour of his body. We often came together; at the very least twice a week. I must not it to mention that our society counted Giulio Rano, the painter, and Gian Francesco, both of them celebrated pupils of the mighty Raffaello da Urbino.
After many and many merry meetings, it seemed good to our worthy president that for the following Sunday we should repair to supper in his house, and that each one of us should be obliged to bring with him his crow (such was the nickname Michel Agnolo gave to wen in the club), and that whoso did not bring one should be sconced by paying a supper to the whole cpany. Those of us who had no familiarity with wen of the town, were forced to purvey themselves at no small trouble and expense, in order to appear without disgrace at that distinguished feast of artists. I had reckoned upon being well provided with a young wan of considerable beauty, called Pantasilea, who was very much in love with me; but I was obliged to give her up to one of my dearest friends, called Il Bachiacca, who on his side had been, and still was, over head and ears in love with her. This exchange excited a certain amount of lover's anger, because the lady, seeing I had abandoned her at Bachiacca's first entreaty, imagined that I held in slight esteem the great affection which she bore me. In course of time a very serious incident grew out of this misunderstanding, through her desire to take revenge for the affront I had put upon her; whereof I shall speak hereafter in the proper place.
Well, then, the hour was drawing nigh when we had to present ourselves before that cpany of men of genius, each with his own crow; and I was still unprovided; and yet I thought it would be stupid to fail of such a madcap bagatelle; but what particularly
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