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LXXXIV
FOUR days had passed when I was attacked with violent fever attended by extreme cold; and taking to my bed, I made my mind up that I was sure to die. I had the first doctors of Re called in, among wh was Francesco da Norcia, a physician of great age, and of the best repute in Re. I told them what I believed to be the cause of my illness, and said that I had wished to let blood, but that I had been advised against it; and if it was not too late, I begged them to bleed me now. Maestro Francesco answered that it would not be well for me to let blood then, but that if I had done so before, I should have escaped without mischief; at present they would have to treat the case with other remedies. So they began to doctor me as energetically as they were able, while I grew daily worse and worse so rapidly, that after eight days the physicians despaired of my life, and said that I might be indulged in any whim I had to make me cfortable. Maestro Francesco added: “As long as there is breath in him, call me at all hours; for no one can divine what Nature is able to work in a young man of this kind; moreover, if he should lose consciousness, administer these five remedies one after the other, and send for me, for I will ce at any hour of the night; I would rather save him than any of the cardinals in Re.”
Every day Messer Giovanni Gaddi came to see me two or three times, and each time he took up one or other of my handse fowling-pieces, coats of mail, or swords, using words like these: “That is a handse thing, that other is still handser;” and likewise with my models and other trifles, so that at last he drove me wild with annoyance. In his cpany came a certain Matio Franzesi and this man also appeared to be waiting impatiently for my death, not indeed because he would inherit anything fr me, but because he wished for what his master seemed to have so much at heart.
Felice, my partner, was always at my side, rendering the greatest services which it is possible for one man to give another. Nature in me was utterly debilitated and undone; I had not strength enough to fetch my breath back if it left me; and yet my brain remained as clear and strong as it had been before my illness. Nevertheless, although I kept my consciousness, a terrible old man used to ce to my bedside, and make as though he would drag me by force into a huge boat he had with him. This made me call out to my Felice to draw near and chase that malignant old man away. Felice, who loved me most affectionately, ran weeping and crying: “Away with you, old traitor; you a
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LXXXIV
FOUR days had passed when I was attacked with violent fever attended by extreme cold; and taking to my bed, I made my mind up that I was sure to die. I had the first doctors of Re called in, among wh was Francesco da Norcia, a physician of great age, and of the best repute in Re. I told them what I believed to be the cause of my illness, and said that I had wished to let blood, but that I had been advised against it; and if it was not too late, I begged them to bleed me now. Maestro Francesco answered that it would not be well for me to let blood then, but that if I had done so before, I should have escaped without mischief; at present they would have to treat the case with other remedies. So they began to doctor me as energetically as they were able, while I grew daily worse and worse so rapidly, that after eight days the physicians despaired of my life, and said that I might be indulged in any whim I had to make me cfortable. Maestro Francesco added: “As long as there is breath in him, call me at all hours; for no one can divine what Nature is able to work in a young man of this kind; moreover, if he should lose consciousness, administer these five remedies one after the other, and send for me, for I will ce at any hour of the night; I would rather save him than any of the cardinals in Re.”
Every day Messer Giovanni Gaddi came to see me two or three times, and each time he took up one or other of my handse fowling-pieces, coats of mail, or swords, using words like these: “That is a handse thing, that other is still handser;” and likewise with my models and other trifles, so that at last he drove me wild with annoyance. In his cpany came a certain Matio Franzesi and this man also appeared to be waiting impatiently for my death, not indeed because he would inherit anything fr me, but because he wished for what his master seemed to have so much at heart.
Felice, my partner, was always at my side, rendering the greatest services which it is possible for one man to give another. Nature in me was utterly debilitated and undone; I had not strength enough to fetch my breath back if it left me; and yet my brain remained as clear and strong as it had been before my illness. Nevertheless, although I kept my consciousness, a terrible old man used to ce to my bedside, and make as though he would drag me by force into a huge boat he had with him. This made me call out to my Felice to draw near and chase that malignant old man away. Felice, who loved me most affectionately, ran weeping and crying: “Away with you, old traitor; you a
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