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THE TRAGEDIES OF THE MEDICI


BY EDGCUMBE STALEY


AUTHOR OF "THE GUILDS OF FLORENCE," "RAPHAEL," "FRA ANGELICO," ETC.


ILLUSTRATED




TO THE MEMORY OF MY FATHER THOMAS STALEY




PREFACE


When Alexandre Dumas wrote his _Crimes of the Borgias_--and other
"Crimes"--he fully intended to compile a companion volume, treating of
episodes in the great family of the Medici. With this project in view,
he collected much material, and actually published, tentatively, two
interesting brochures: _Une Année à Florence_--in 1841, and _Les
Galeries de Florence_--in 1842.

Nothing, however, came of his more ambitious "idea," and, until to-day,
no one has taken in hand to write _The Tragedies of the Medici_. My
attention was first directed to the omission during the preparation of
my _Guilds of Florence_, published in 1906; and I determined to address
myself to the forging of that lurid link in the catena of Florentine
romance.

In the following pages my readers will see that I have entirely departed
from the conventional conceits of the ordinary historian. I have sought
to set out the whole truth--not a garbled version--whilst I have
fearlessly added decorative features where facts were absent or were
too prosaic.

The short "Introduction," dealing with the rise and progress of the
house of Medici, will be useful to my public, and the "Chart of the
Tragedies" will assist students and others in their appreciation of my
enterprise--it is my own compilation and as complete as possible.

The "Bibliography" will help serious readers to a wider reading of my
authorities, and the Illustrations--the best procurable--will fix in all
my readers' minds something of the actual personalities of my "Tyrants"
and my "Victims."

EDGCUMBE STALEY.



CONTENTS


PREFACE

INTRODUCTION

CHAPTER I

_The Pazzi Conspiracy_--Lorenzo, "_Il Magnifico_"--Giuliano, "_Il
Pensieroso_".

CHAPTER II

_The First Tyrannicide_--Ippolito, "_Il Cardinale_"--Alessandro, "_Il
Negro_"--Lorenzino, "_Il Terribile_".

CHAPTER III

_A Father's Vengeance_--Maria, Giovanni, and Garzia de'
Medici--Malatesta de' Malatesti.

CHAPTER IV

_Three Murdered Princesses_--Lucrezia, Duchess of Ferrara and Creole de'
Contrari--Eleanora Garzia, wife of Piero de Medici, Alessandro Gaci, and
Bernardino degl' Antinori--Isabella, Duchess of Bracciano--Troilo
d'Orsini and Lelio Torello.

CHAPTER V

_True and False Lovers_--Francesco, "_Il Virtuoso_"--Bianca Cappello,
"_La Figlia di Venezia_"--Pietro Buonaventuri--Cassandra de'
Borghiani--Pellegrina Buonaventuri, wife of Ulisse Bentivoglio--Antonio
Riario.

CHAPTER VI

_Pathetic Victims of Fateful Passion_--Eleanora degli Albizzi and Sforza
Almeni--Cammilla de' Martelli--Virginia de' Medici e d'Este--Cardinal
Ferdinando de' Medici.

BIBLIOGRAPHY

INDEX

CHART OF THE TRAGEDIES




LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS


Bianca Cappello-Buonaventuri
Giovanni d'Averardo de' Medici
"Journey of the Magi" (Medici)
"Adoration of the Magi" (Medici)
Lucrezia de' Medici
Lorenzo Il Magnifico
Giuliano Il Pensieroso
Ippolito--Cardinal
Alessandro--First Duke of Florence
Giovanni--"Delle Bande Nere"
Eleanora de' Medici
Maria Lucrezia de' Medici
Giovanni--Cardinal
Garzia de' Medici
Lucrezia--Duchess of Ferrara
Eleanora--Wife of Piero de' Medici
Piero de' Medici
Isabella--Duchess of Bracciano
Francesco--Grand Duke of Tuscany
Giovanna de' Medici
Don Antonio "de' Medici"
Pellegrina Buonaventuri-Bentivoglio
Cosimo I--"Tyrant of Tyrants"
Cammilla de' Medici
Ferdinando de' Medici--Cardinal




INTRODUCTION


The origin of the Medici family is lost in the mists of the Middle Ages,
and, only here and there, can the historian gain glimpses of the lives
of early forbears. Still, there is sufficient data, to be had for the
digging, upon which to transcribe, inferentially at least, an
interesting narrative.

Away towards the end of the twelfth century,--exact dates are wholly
beside the mark--there dwelt, under the shadow of one of the rugged
castles of the robber-captains of the Mugello in Tuscany, a hard-working
and trustworthy bonds-man--one Chiarissimo--"Old Honesty," as we may
call him. He was married to an excellent helpmeet, and was by his lord
permitted to till a small piece of land and rear his family.

In addition to intelligence in agriculture, it would seem that he, or
perhaps his wife, possessed some knowledge of the virtues of roots and
herbs, for, in one corner of his _podere_, he had a garden of "simples."
The few peaceable inhabitants of that warlike valley, and also many a
wounded man-at-arms, sought "Old Honesty" and his wise mate for what we
now call "kitchen remedies."

Those, indeed, were happy days with respect to suffering human nature.
"Kill or Cure" might have been the character of the healing art, but
certainly specialists had not invented our appendicitis and other
fashionable twentieth-century physical fashions! A little medical
knowledge sufficed, and decoctions, pillules, poultices, and bleedings
made up the simple pharmacopoeia.

All the same, the satirical rhyme, which an old chronicler put into the
mouths of many a despairing patient, in later days, may have been true
also of "Old Honesty" and his nostrums:

"There's not a herb nor a root
Nor any remedy to boot
Which can stave death off by a foot!"

Of that good couple's family only one name has been
preserved--Gianbuono, "Good John." Passerini says he was a
priest--probably he means a hermit. Anyhow, he acquired more property in
the Valle della Sieve and founded a church--Santa Maria dell'
Assunta--possibly the enlargement of his cell--upon Monte Senario,
between the valley of the Arno and that of the Sieve.

Ser Gianbuono--ecclesiastic or not--had two sons--Bonagiunto, "Lucky
Lad," and Chiarissimo II. In those primitive times nobody troubled about
surnames--idiosyncrasy of any kind was a sufficient indication of
individuality. The brothers were enterprising fellows, and both made
tracks for Florence, which--risen Phoenix-like from barbarian ashes--was
thriving marvellously as a mart for art and craft.

Ser Bonagiunto, in the first decade of the thirteenth century, was
living in the Sestiere di Porta del Duomo, and working busily in wood
and stone, the stalwart parent of a vigorous progeny. It was his
great-grandson, Ardingo--a famous athlete in the _giostre_ and a soldier
of renown--who first of his family attained the rank of _Signore_.

Ser Chiarissimo, between 1201-1210, owned a tower near San Tommaso, at
the north-east angle of the Mercato Vecchio--later, the family church of
the Medici--and under it a _bottega_, or _canova_, for the sale of his
grandmother's recipes. Over the door he put up his sign--seven golden
_Pillole di Speziale_--pills or balls, which were emblazoned upon the
proud escutcheon of his descendants. He was called "_il Medico_"--"the
doctor"--hence the family name "Medici."

These were the days when the foundations of the fortunes of many great
Florentine families were laid. The loaning of money was the royal road
to affluence, and everybody who, by chance, had a spare gold florin or
two, became _ipso facto_ a "_Presto_" or bank. Next, after lending to
one another with a moderate profit--a _dono di tempo_ or a
_merito_--"quick returns," came the ambitious system of State loans,
with the regulated _interesso_ and the speculative dealings in
_Cambio_--on 'Change--with _boroccolo_--"unexpected gain," and
_ritravgola_--"sly advantage," or, as we say, "sharp practice."

Ser Filippo, or "Lippo"--the twin son, as the name implies, of Ser
Chiarissimo II.--what happened to the other twin we do not know--was
probably the first of his family of doctor-apothecaries to deliberately
abandon his less lucrative profession and establish himself as a banker
in the Mercato Nuovo. Anyhow, his two sons were born and baptised under
the happy auspices of plenty of money!

The elder, the prosperous doctor-banker, was jubilantly called
Averardo--"Blessed with good means," and the younger was christened
Chiarissimo III., to mark quite sententiously that, whilst his
bank-balance was considerable, it had been accumulated by honest
dealing!

True to the variable law of vicissitude, this Averardo I. failed to make
any very great name for himself, as might have been expected in a lad
of so much promise. He was shadowed doubtless by his more strenuous
parent. Still, he added to the family possessions by acquiring the
lay-patronage of the churches of San Pietro a Sieve and San Bartolommeo
di Petrone. Near the latter he built a _castello_, or fortress, which
was then considered a title to nobility. He made also a prosperous
marriage with Donna Benricevuta de' Sizi.

Messer Averardo's son, Averardo II., was, in the crisscross nature of
things, a man of stronger grit than his father. He came to great honour
as well as to great riches. Elected Prior in 1304, he was chosen as
_Gonfaloniere di Giustizia_ in 1314, and, between these dates, in 1311,
Ser Teghia de' Sizi, his mother's brother, made him his heir, and gave
him, besides full money-bags, much valuable property and ecclesiastical
patronage. To his surname of Medici he added that of Sizi: he was the
wealthiest citizen of his day in Florence. His wife, Donna Mandina di
Filippo de' Arrigucci of Fiesole, gave him six sons--Giacopo, Giovenco,
Francesco, Salvestro, Talento, and Conte. All of them rose to eminence
in the State, but of one only can the story be told here--Salvestro.

Messer Salvestro de' Medici--who must not be confounded with his
celebrated namesake and kinsman, the "Grand" Salvestro--married Donna
Lisa de' Donati, of which union three sons were the issue--Talento,
Giovenco, and Averardo III. Salvestro di Averardo II. bore another
Christian name--Chiarissimo--the old-world cognomen of his family.
Possibly his father thought it wise to stand well with the world and
parade his honesty; for whatever ill-gotten gains other bankers
acquired, he, at least, was an upright man, and his profits were just!

Anyhow, Messer Salvestro became popular for rectitude in his private
life, and for his unselfish discharge of public duties. He was chosen to
fill many responsible offices of State, and reached the goal of personal
ambition as ambassador to Venice, in 1336. His youngest son, Averardo
III., acquired the sobriquet of "Bicci"--the exact meaning of which is
problematical--it may mean a "worthless fellow" or "one who lives in a
castle!" Nothing indeed is related of him, but, perhaps, like Brer Fox,
of a later epoch, he was content "to lie low" and enjoy, without much
exertion, the good things his ancestors had provided for him.

Messer Averardo married twice--Giovanna de' Cavallini and Giovanna de'
Spini. By the first he became the father of one of the very greatest of
the Medici--Giovanni, the parent of a still more famous son--Cosimo.

At this period Florence was ruled by Whalter von Brienne--the so-called
Duke of Athens--sagacious, treacherous and depraved. He sought to make
himself Lord of Florence by skilfully playing the various political
parties one against the other. The _Grandi_ he kept in check by the
_Popolo Minuto_, but ignored the _Popolo Grasso_, to which the Medici
belonged. Under Giovanni de' Medici, Guglielmo degli Altoviti, and
Bernardo de' Rucellai, the middle class rose against the usurper; but
their plans miscarried, and the leaders were imprisoned and fined.

A Giovanni de' Medici was beheaded in 1342--the first recorded "Tragedy
of the Medici." As to who this unfortunate man was, it is difficult to
say. He is called "the son of Bernardo de' Medici," but no such name
appears in the early records of the family. He was probably a descendant
of Bonagiunto, a son of Ardingo de' Medici, who was a violent enemy of
the Ghibellines, and _Gonfaloniere di Giustizia_, in 1296 and 1307, and
brother of Francesco, Captain of Pistoja in 1338, and one of the
principal participants in the expulsion of the hated Duke.

The first of the "Grand" Medici was Salvestro, son of Alamanno, of the
line of Chiarissimo III., called "The German," because of his alien
Teutonic mother. Great-great-grandson of Ser Filippo, the last of the
doctor-apothecaries, Salvestro does not appear to have gone in for the
steady, unromantic life of a banker, but to have addressed his energies
to the profession of arms. Nevertheless, he was chosen Prior in 1318,
and contributed, during peace, to the advancement of his city's
interest. Upon the outbreak of war with the Visconti of Milan, in 1351,
he was appointed commander of the Florentine forces.

His sterling grit made itself apparent in the vigour with which at the
head of no more than one hundred men he relieved the town and fortress
of Scarperia, on the Mugello hills, besieged by the invaders. For his
bravery he was knighted by the _Signoria_. Cavaliere Salvestro de'
Medici sided with the aristocratic party, and proclaimed himself a
Ghibelline--consorting with the noble families of Albizzi, Ricci, and
Strozzi. Their aim was to convert the Republic into an oligarchy under
Piero degli Albizzi.

The _Popolo Minuto_, thoroughly alarmed at this menace of liberty and
popular government, appointed leaders, who approached Cavaliere
Salvestro, in 1370, when he held the supreme office of _Gonfaloniere di
Giustizia_, to safeguard the interests of the tradespeople and lower
classes. He gave heed to their representations, for he cunningly
perceived that he might ride into the undisputed leadership of the great
popular party, the Guelphs, and so checkmate his other allies, the
aristocrats! As head of a powerful branch of the rising family of
Medici, members of the _Popolo Grasso_, or wealthy middle class,
Cavaliere Salvestro became the champion of the people. All round his
popularity was established, for people said, "He was born for the safety
of the Republic." He was tactful enough to conceal the personal bent of
his policy, and acted upon the maxim, which he was never tired of
repeating: "Never make a show before the people!" As _Gonfaloniere_ he
summoned a Parliament of representatives of all parties and classes at
the Palazzo Vecchio, with a view to the composition of differences and
the maintenance of public order.

The Ghibellines would have none of his proposals, but privately they
were divided amongst themselves, seeing which, the Cavaliere astutely
announced the resignation of his office. This had the effect he
expected--the Palazzo and the Piazza outside rang with the old
cry--"_Liberta!_" "_Liberta!_" "_Evviva il Popolo!_" "_Evviva il
Gonfaloniere!_" Salvestro de' Medici was master of the situation--the
first of his family to attain the virtual, if not the real, control of
the State.

The revolution spread through the city; the palaces of the Ghibelline
nobles were sacked and burnt. A period of discord and disaster followed,
but, with the firm hand of Salvestro de' Medici upon the helm of the
ship of the Republic, matters settled. In 1376 he was unanimously chosen
_Capitano della Parte Guelfa_--an office of still more personal
influence than the Gonfaloniership. No one questioned his authority. He
was, as the historian, Michaele Bruto, has recorded, "The first of his
family to show his successors how that by conciliating the middle and
lower classes they could make their way to sovereignty."

Another crisis in the history of Florence arose in 1378, during
Cavaliere Salvestro de' Medici's second Gonfaloniership, when the
_Ciompi_--"Wooden Shoes" they were called in derision--the
wool-workers--rose _en masse_, and besieged the _Signoria_ sitting at
the Palazzo Vecchio. They claimed to rule the city and to abolish the
nobles, and a second time Salvestro was "the man of the hour!"

Acting upon his advice, terms were arranged with the revolutionaries,
and Michaele Lando--a common woolcarder by trade, but a born leader of
men--was elected _Gonfaloniere di Giustizia_, and a new government was
set up. Upon Salvestro, "the Champion of the People," was again
conferred by public acclamation the accolade of knighthood; moreover, as
a further mark of popular estimation, to him were allocated the rents of
the shops upon the Ponte Vecchio and other prerogatives.

The public spirit displayed by Cavaliere Salvestro gained for him not
only personal distinction and reward, but obtained for his family
recognition as the first in Florence. He married Donna Bartolommea, the
daughter of Messer Oddo degli Altoviti, by whom he had many children.
None of his sons seem to have added laurels to the family fame, but to
have lived peacefully in the glamour of their father's renown. The
Cavaliere retired into private life in 1380, and his death, which
occurred in 1388, marked the establishment of Medicean domination in the
affairs of Florence.

The second of the "Grand" Medici was Giovanni, the son of Averardo
III.--called "Bicci"--and his first wife, Donna Giovanna de' Cavallini,
born in 1360. He was just twenty-eight years of age when his popular
relative, Cavaliere Salvestro de' Medici, died. His young manhood found
him in the very forefront of party strife, and from the first he held
unswervingly with the Guelphs.

Married, in 1384, to Donna Piccarda, daughter of Messer Odoardo de'
Bueri, he was the father of four sons--Antonio, Damiano, Cosimo, and
Lorenzo--the two former died in childhood. The choice of names for two
of the boys is significant of the value Messer Giovanni placed upon his
family's origin--Saints Damiano and Cosimo, of course, were patrons of
doctors and apothecaries. Hence he was not ashamed of the golden
pillules of his armorial bearings!

Messer Giovanni developed extraordinary strength of character; he was a
born ruler of men, and a passionate patriot. He gained the goodwill of
his fellow-citizens by his unselfishness and generosity--truly not too
common in the bearing of men of his time. He served the office of Prior
in 1402, 1408, 1411; he was ambassador to Naples in 1406, and to Pope
Alessandro V. in 1409; and, in 1407, he held the lucrative post of
Podesta of Pistoja.

In 1421 Messer Giovanni de' Medici was elected _Gonfaloniere di
Giustizia_, as the representative of the middle classes, and in
opposition to Messeri Rinaldo degli Albizzi and Niccolo da Uzzano, the
Ghibelline nominees. The Republic sighed for peace, the crafts for
quietness; but the immense liabilities incurred by many costly military
enterprises had to be met. Messer Giovanni proposed, in 1427, a tax
which should not weigh too heavily upon anybody. Each citizen who was
possessed of a capital of one hundred gold florins, or more, was mulcted
in a payment to the State of half a gold florin (ten shillings _circa_).
This tax, which was called "_Il Catasto_" was unanimously accepted--"it
pleased the common people greatly." Messer Giovanni was taxed as heavily
as anyone, namely, three hundred gold florins--indicative, incidentally,
of his wealth and honesty.

Giovanni associated with himself another prominent man, Messer Agnolo
de' Pandolfini, the leader of the "Peace-at-any-Price" party, who is
remembered in the annals of Florence as "The Peaceful Citizen." The main
points of their policy were:--(1) Peace abroad; (2) Prosperity at home;
(3) Low taxation.

No combination of his opponents--and they were many and
unscrupulous--was able to damage Messer Giovanni's reputation and power.
He could, had he wished it, have proclaimed himself sole ruler of
Florence and her territory; but self-control and prudence--which were so
characteristic of the men of his family--never forsook him. He died
universally regretted in 1429, and was buried in the church of San
Lorenzo, which he, along with the Martelli, had restored and endowed.
Giovanni di Averardo de' Medici was looked upon as the first banker in
Italy, the controller of the credit of Florence and the prince of
financiers. Cavalcanti, Macchiavelli, Ammirato, and almost all other
historians, describe him as "Large-hearted, liberal-minded, courteous
and charitable, dispensing munificent alms with delicate consideration
of the feelings and wants of those whom he assisted. Never suing for
honours, he gained them all. Hostile to public peculations he strove
disinterestedly for the public good. He died rich in this world's goods,
but richer still in the goodwill of his fellow citizens."

Many have sought, nevertheless, to belittle Messer Giovanni's
reputation--attributing to him a motive for all his urbanity--that of
the permanent domination of his house in the government of the
Republic--not surely a fault. His old rival in the arena of politics,
Niccolo da Uzzano, ever spoke of him after his death with unstinted
praise and admiration.

Messer Giovanni shares with Cavaliere Salvestro the undying fame of
having raised, upon the excellent foundation laid by their ancestors,
the massive supporting walls of that superb edifice, of which his son,
Cosimo, formed the cupola, and his great-grandson, Lorenzo--the
lantern--"the Light of Italy."

The third and fourth "Grand" Medici were, of course, Cosimo, "_Il Padre
della Patria_," and Lorenzo, "_Il Magnifico_." The stories of their
lives and exploits are to be read in the stories, the literature and the
arts of Florence. Of Cosimo, Niccolo Macchiavelli wrote as follows:

"He applied himself so strenuously to increase the political power of
his house, that those who had rejoiced at Giovanni's death now regretted
it, perceiving what manner of man Cosimo was. Of consummate prudence,
staid yet agreeable presence, he was liberal and humane. He never worked
against his own party, or against the State, and was prompt in giving
aid to all. His liberality gained him many partisans among the
citizens."

Born in 1389, he early evinced mercantile proclivities, and when a lad
of no more than seventeen Messer Giovanni, his father, placed him in
charge successively of several of the foreign agencies of the Medici
bank. Young Cosimo used his opportunities so well that he was looked
upon as a successful financier, and came to be called "The Great
Merchant of Florence!"

He was jokingly wont to say: "Two yards of scarlet cloth are enough to
make a citizen!" Nevertheless he had a deep regard for the opinions and
privileges of his fellow Florentines. One of his constant sayings was:
"One must always consult the will of the people"--and "the people"
replied by acclaiming him "_Il Padre della Patria_."

Cosimo has been called "a great merchant and a grand party-leader: the
first of Florentines by birth and the first of Italians by culture." He
died in 1464. His father left in cash a fortune of nearly 180,000 gold
florins, but Cosimo's estate totalled upwards of 230,000--_circa_
£100,000--a vast amount in those days!

After the strong personality of Cosimo and his masterful manipulation of
commercial and political affairs, perhaps the unambitious rule of his
son Piero was a necessary and healthful corollary. Piero de' Medici
maintained the ground his father had made his own, and gave away nothing
of the predominance of his family, and he made way, after a brief
exercise of authority, for his brilliant son, Lorenzo.

Piero's character and career again prove the truth of the adage:
"Ability rarely runs in two successive generations." All the same, he
died in 1409, leaving his sons the heirs to nearly 300,000 gold florins!

Lorenzo, "_Il Magnifico_," was the first of the "Grand" Medici to give
up entirely all connection with commercial pursuits and banking
interests. His tenure of office, by a curious paradox, marks the
termination of the financial liberties of Florence! He was an all-round
genius--there was nothing he could not do--and do well! "Whatever is
worth doing at all," he was wont to say, "is worth doing well."

With his death, in 1492, as Benedetto Dei said, "The Splendour, not of
Tuscany only, but of all Italy, disappeared."

With the beginning of the sixteenth century dawned a new era.
Preliminary signs had appeared in the growth of wealth, in
enfranchisement from primitive methods, and in the evolution of
individualism. Love of country and the ties of family life were loosened
by the universal craving for self-indulgence and personal distinction.
Idleness, sensuality, and scepticism--three baneful sisters--gained the
mastery, weakening the fabric of society, and leading on to the evil
courses of tyrannicide.

"The gradual extinction of public spirit; the general deterioration of
private character, and the exercise of unbridled lust and passion, are
the livid hues which tinge with the purple of melancholy and the scarlet
of tragedy the later pages of Florentine story."

       *       *       *       *       *

The direct line of Cosimo, "_Il Padre della Patria_," the elder
surviving son of Messer Giovanni di Averardo "Bicci" de' Medici, ended
with Caterina, Queen of France, the only legitimate child of Lorenzo,
Duke of Urbino, and last _Capo della Repubblica_ of Florence; and
Alessandro the Bastard, first Duke of Florence, the illegitimate son of
Pope Clement VII.

The sovereignty of the Medici was maintained in the person of Cosimo,
the only son of Condottiere Giovanni, "delle Bande Nere," the
great-grandson of Lorenzo, the younger of the two surviving sons of
Messer Giovanni di Averardo "Bicci" de' Medici. The rule of the Medici
Grand Dukes of Tuscany was carried on from Cosimo I. to Gian Gastone,
seventh Grand Duke and last of his line, who died in 1737.

The Grand Duchy then passed to the house of Lorraine, and with a
Napoleonic usurpation of eighteen years (1796-1814), it continued in the
Lorraine family, as represented by the collateral Hapsburgs, till the
year 1859. In that year, King Vittorio Emmanuele of Piedmont and
Sardinia, entered Florence, which, with all Italy, was united under the
Royal Crown of the House of Savoy.




THE TRAGEDIES OF THE MEDICI



CHAPTER I


LORENZO--"_Il Magnifico_."

GIULIANO--"_Il Pensieroso_."


"_Signori!_" "_Signori!_"

Such was the stirring cry which resounded through the lofty Council
Chamber of the famous Palazzo Vecchio that dull December day in the year
1469.

Never had such a title been accorded to any one in Florence, where every
man was as good as, if not better than, his neighbour. Foreign
sovereigns, and their lieutenants, who, from time to time, visited the
city and claimed toll and fealty from the citizens, had never been
addressed as "_Signori_"--"Lords and Masters." The "_Spirito del
Campanile_" as it was called, was nowhere more rampant than in the "City
of the Lion and Lily," where everybody at all times seemed only too
ready to disparage his fellow.

The cry was as astounding as it was unanimous--"_Signori!_" "_Signori!_"
"_Evviva i due Signori de' Medici!_" "_Signori!_" "_Signori!_" "_Evviva
i due figli della Domina Lucrezia._" Thus it gathered strength--its
importance was emphatic--it was epoch-marking.

"_Signori!_" "_Signori!_" was the acknowledgment of the sovereignty of
the Medici, made quite freely and spontaneously by the dignified Lords
of the Signory, in the name of the whole population of Florence and
Tuscany.

       *       *       *       *       *

Piero de' Medici died on 3rd December 1469, and his interment, which was
conducted with marked simplicity, in accordance with his will, was
completed that same evening. He had, during his short exercise of power
as _Capo della Repubblica_, given a pageant--"The Triumph of Death," he
called it, by way of being his own funeral obsequies--a grim
anticipation of the future indeed!

At midnight a secret meeting of citizens was convened, by the officials
of the _Signoria_, within the Monastery of Sant' Antonio by the old
Porta Faenza, to debate the question of filling the vacant Headship of
the State. Why such a remote locality was chosen is not stated, but it
was in conformity with Florentine usage, which, for general and personal
security, required secrecy in such gatherings.

More than six hundred--"the flower of the city" as Macchiavelli called
them--attended, and upon the proposition of Ridolfo de' Pandolfini,
Messer Tommaso Soderini, by reason of seniority of years and priority of
importance, was called upon to preside. "Being one of the first citizens
and much superior to the others, his prudence and authority were
recognised not only in Florence, but by all the rulers of Italy."

The Soderini had, for three hundred years, held a leading position in
the affairs of Florence; but they were rivals and enemies of the Medici.
Indeed Messer Tommaso's uncle--Ser Francesco--was one of the principal
opponents in the city counsels of Cosimo--"_il Padre della Patria_."
Messer Niccolo, his brother, carried on the feud, and was, with
Diotisalvi Neroni, Agnolo Acciaiuolo, and others, banished in 1455, for
their complicity in the abortive attempt to assassinate Piero de'
Medici.

Messer Tommaso, more prescient and prudent, threw in his lot with the
Medici, and was chosen by Piero, not only as his own chief counsellor
and intimate friend, but as the principal adviser of his two young
sons--Lorenzo and Giuliano. He had, moreover, allied himself to the
Medici by his marriage with Dianora de' Tornabuoni, sister of Domina
Lucrezia, Piero's wife.

All the same, he kept his own counsel and took up a perfectly
independent line of action, being quite remarkable for his display of
that most pronounced characteristic of all good Florentines--the
placing of Florence first--"_Firenze la prima!_"

At the meeting, at Sant' Antonio, his rising to speak was the signal for
general applause. In a few generous words he eulogised the gentle
virtues of Piero and bemoaned his premature death. In a longer and more
serious oration, on the conditions politically and socially of Florence
and of the whole State, he put before his hearers two uncontrovertible
considerations, to guide them in the exercise of the selection of a new
_Capo della Repubblica_,--first. The maintenance of unity and
tranquillity; and second. The preservation of the _status quo_.

Many and friendly were the interruptions of the oration, and over and
over again shouts were raised for "_Tommaso Soderini il Capo!_"
Gracefully he bowed his acknowledgment, but, with much feeling, declined
the rare honour offered him. Then he went on to say that as the supreme
office had been worthily served by Cosimo and Piero de' Medici, it was
but fitting that it should be continued in that illustrious family.

He expatiated upon the advantages which had accrued to Florence under
the Headship of the Medici; and he urged upon the assembly to offer
their allegiance to Piero's sons, and to give them the authority that
their father and grandfather had possessed.

Keen debate followed Messer Tommaso's speech: some wished that he would
reconsider his decision, others were in favour of trying a new man and
of another family--Niccolo Soderini's name was freely mentioned, but
gradually the meeting came to accept the proposal. It gained at all
events the adhesion of such pronounced ante-Mediceans as Gianozzo de'
Pitti and Domenico de' Martelli, and led to a fusion, there and then, of
the two parties, "_del Poggio_" and "_del Piano_." Unanimity was the
more readily reached when those who demurred perceived that Messer
Tommaso would be the virtual ruler of the State in the personal
direction of his two young nephews. A deputation was accordingly chosen
to convey to Domina Lucrezia and her sons the condolences of the city,
and to offer to Lorenzo the coveted Headship of the State.

At noon on the following day the deputation was honourably received at
the Medici Palace. "The principal men of the State and of the City,"
wrote Lorenzo in his _Ricordi_, "came to our house to condole with us in
our bereavement, and to offer me the direction of the Government in
succession to my grandfather and father. I hesitated to accept the high
honour on account of my youth and because of the danger and
responsibility I should incur; and I only consented in order to
safeguard our friends and our property."

A plenary Parliament was summoned by Tommaso Soderini and those
associated with him in the conduct of public affairs during the
interregnum. It was held in the great Council Chamber of the Palazzo
Vecchio, and was attended by a full concourse of senators and other
prominent citizens, deputations from the Guilds, and representatives of
the Minor Orders. In the Piazza della Signoria and the adjoining
streets, was assembled an immense crowd of people, the greater part
being supporters of the Medici.

Inside the Chamber again Messer Tommaso Soderini was unanimously elected
president, and forthwith proceeded to report the result of the
deputation. His speech was repeatedly interrupted by cries that he
should reconsider his decision and accept then and there the Headship of
the State. He again emphatically declined the honour his fellow-citizens
desired to confer upon him, and proclaimed Lorenzo de' Medici _Capo
della Repubblica Fiorentina_.

At a preconcerted signal the arras over the doorway leading to the
private audience chamber was lifted, and there advanced Piero's widow
with her two sons, clothed in the dark habiliments of mourning. Domina
Lucrezia threw back her thick black veil, revealing upon her kindly face
a sorrowful expression and her eyes suffused with tears. Making a lowly
curtsey she drew herself up--a queenly figure--and holding the hands of
Lorenzo and Giuliano, on either side, made her way to where Messer
Tommaso Soderini was standing.

All eyes were bent upon the pathetic little group, and a sympathetic
murmur moved the whole audience. Every man of them had for years
regarded the Domina as the model of what a woman and a wife, a mother
and a queen, should be. She had no rivals and no detractors. Hers had
been the wise power behind the throne, for her tactful counsels had
guided the actions of her husband unerringly.

Florence was greatly beholden to Domina Lucrezia--a debt which nothing
could repay. Her influence for good upon the Court, her munificence in
charity, and her unsparing unselfishness had not been without powerful
effect upon every one of those hard-headed, hard-hearted citizens. They
called to mind that well-known saying of the "Father of his
Country"--"the great merchant"--Cosimo: "Why, Lucrezia is the best man
among us!"

They reflected, too, upon the auspicious example set at the Palazzo
Medici, where the mother's part was conspicuous in the wise training of
her family and in the loving deference she received from her sons. And
as they gazed upon Lorenzo and Giuliano de' Medici--"the hope of
Florence"--they recognised in the former a statesman, already a ruler in
the making. Young though he was, he had widely gained a reputation for
shrewdness and energy, for Piero had taken his eldest son early into his
confidence, and had entrusted to him much important State business. He
had sent him with embassies to Rome, Venice, and Naples; he had
despatched him upon a round of ceremonious visits to foreign courts; and
had encouraged him to make himself acquainted with all Tuscany and the
Tuscans.

Lorenzo's accomplishments in the school of letters were known to all. He
was a scholar and a gentleman, and these points had great weight in
Florentine opinion. In figure and physiognomy he very greatly resembled
his grandfather. His dignified bearing greatly impressed the assembly,
whilst his unaffected modesty, pleasant courtesy, and graceful oratory,
gratified them all.

In Giuliano they had a typical young courtier, handsome, athletic,
accomplished, and enthusiastic. His physical charms appealed to every
one, for most Florentines were Greeks of the Greeks. A precocious boy of
sixteen years of age, he had the promise of a brilliant young manhood
and a splendid maturity.

The personal equation is always a prominent factor in human ambitions,
and nowhere was it more emphatically dominant than in the mutual
jealousies of the men of Florence. The "x+y" sign of absolute assurance
had its match and equal in the "x-y" sign of restrictive deference. If
one _Messer_ arrived at some degree of prominence, then the best way for
him to attain his end was to pit himself against another of his class
nearest to him in influence. If _he_ was not to gain the guerdon, then
his rival should not have it!

This was the spirit which permeated the _raison d'etre_ of each noble
lord in that great assembly. After the first wave of enthusiasm had
passed, each man began to reflect that the best way, after all, for
settling the contentious question of the Headship of the Republic, was
to rule every one of the "magnificent six hundred" out of the running;
and by taking the line of least resistance plump for the unassuming
youths before them--Medici although they were.

"_Signori!_" "_Signori!_" again ran through the lofty chamber, "_I
Signori di Firenze!_" Some cried out "Lorenzo," and some "Giuliano," and
others "_I tutte due_"--but shouts for Lorenzo waxed the loudest. Thus
by general acclamation was the new _Capo della Repubblica_ elected.

Abashed by the vociferations of their elders and yet encouraged by the
unanimity of the assembly, the two young men stood gravely bowing their
acknowledgments, the heightened colour of their faces and the nervous
tension of their frames indicating the fervency of their emotions. In a
few well-chosen sentences Lorenzo expressed his pleasure and Giuliano's,
and the gratitude of their mother at this signal mark of confidence; and
promised to uphold the traditions of the City and the State, as his
forbears had done, craving from the noble lords their united sympathy
and support.

Gently leading the now smiling Domina Lucrezia by the hand, the two
brothers returned to the private Hall of Audience, while the great bell
of the Palazzo boomed forth the news to the waiting crowd outside. The
wool-workers had ceased their toil, the artists had left their
_botteghe_, the markets were deserted, and all Florence forgathered in
the Piazza to welcome "_I Signori di Firenze!_"

Loud plaudits greeted the noble matron and her sons--not the battle-cry
"_Palle! Palle!_" indeed--but "_Evviva i Medici!_" "_Lorenzo!_"
"_Giuliano!_" "_La buona Domina Magnifica!_" ... Their progress was a
triumph, they could scarcely make their way, short as it was, to the Via
Larga, for everybody pressed forward to kiss and stroke their hands.
Never had there been anything like so popular an election in Florence;
men and women shed tears as they uttered rapturously their names; for
were not "Lorenzo" and "Giuliano" the "pets of the people," and was not
the Domina Lucrezia beloved by everyone!

The plenary Parliament, having completed its labours, broke up
immediately, and the excellent lords and worthy citizens hied them to
their palaces, their banks, and their offices, more or less pleased with
the morning's work. Not a few reflected, rather grimly, that they had
placed two young lives between themselves and the seat of supreme
authority. Their sons might live to rule Florence, but their own chances
had vanished for ever!

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Lorenzo was not backward in gripping, with a firm hand, the reins of
power. Young as he was, he had already formed his ideals and laid out
his plans as to the best government of the State. The yearly symposia in
the Casentino had been productive of much good in the training of the
youthful ruler. The direction of his opinions was signified in that
saying of his: "He who would live in Florence must know how to govern!"

The repetition of this phrase was perhaps indiscreet, and it caused
searchings of heart, as the meaning of it was borne in upon the
comprehensions of the least friendly of the citizens. Lorenzo was
clearly set upon the aggrandisement of his house and the dependence of
all others. Allowance was made for a lad's impetuosity, but at the same
time many a leader kept his hands tightly pressed upon the machinery of
government.

Everyone perceived that the young _Capo della Repubblica_ was in full
possession of the solid grit of his pushful grandfather. He had not
studied the careers of his famous ancestors, Salvestro, Giovanni, and
Cosimo, for nothing. Indeed Piero, his father, in writing to his sons at
Cafaggiuolo to acquaint them with the death of Cosimo, "_Il Padre della
Patria_," in 1463, had pointedly said: "Your mother and I offer the
character and example of your grandfather to our sons."

Besides these strong characteristics he had inherited, in a superlative
degree, the shrewd common-sense of Piero, and his mother's passionate
love of Florence, with all her enthusiasm for what was pure, cultured,
philanthropic, and religious. Niccolo Macchiavelli, somewhat
unwillingly, admitted that--"Lorenzo has all the high-mindedness and
liberality which anybody could expect in one occupying such an exalted
station."

Giuliano tacitly and contentedly accepted a less ambitious and
responsible role. Whilst Lorenzo took the first place and occupied
himself in questions of State policy and in the affairs of the family,
Giuliano drew to himself all the younger men in physical exploit and
mental effort. From boyhood addicted to sports and pastimes, he became
_facile princeps_ in all manly exercises.

"_Il bel Giulio!_" as he was called generally, was moreover the leader
of fashion and the organiser of all the pageants and jousts with which
Lorenzo and he delighted the citizens. Whilst devoting most of his time
to fun and frolic, the young prince was acknowledged as one of the chief
_litterati_, and a conspicuous ornament of the Platonic Academy.

The serious side to his character and his, studious disposition gained
for him the gentle title of "_Il Pensieroso_." His mother's fond hope
was that he should be named a Cardinal, not merely a Papal princeling,
nor of course a religious reprobate--as, alas, most of the Cardinals
were--but a devout wearer of the scarlet hat, and that one day he might
even assume the triple tiara!

Anyhow Giuliano's youth was as spotless as it might be amid unchaste
surroundings. His passion for the bewitching Simonetta, "The Star of
Genoa," seems to have been the only serious romance of his life, and
therein he never aroused Marco de' Vespucci's jealousy by his attentions
to his young wife. Indeed the loves of "_Il bel Giulio_" and "_La bella
Simonetta_" were the talk and the admiration of the whole city:--the
Apollo or the Mercury of the New Athens with his Venus--Venus de'
Medici!

The magnificent _Giostra_, or Tournament, which Lorenzo celebrated a
year before his accession to the Headship of the Republic was but the
prelude to the exhibition of lavish hospitality such as Florentines, and
the strangers within their gates, had never witnessed. Banquets, ballets
and pageants succeeded one another in rapid succession. Church and
national festivals gained splendour and circumstance unrivalled in any
other city. Indeed the citizens, from the highest to the meanest, lived
in a whirl of festivities--and they liked it well!

The visits of friendly princes and other distinguished personages were
hailed with enthusiasm. Apparently there was no bottom to the Medici
purse; but actually the _Capo della Repubblica_ was playing rather fast
and loose with his opulent patrimony. There came a day when the strain
grew excessive, and Lorenzo was unable, had he been willing, to make
advances to princely suitors, and he lived to repent his prodigality.

The first notable visitors were Duke Galeazzo Maria Sforza of Milan and
his Duchess Bona, Princess of Savoy. The retinue which accompanied the
sovereigns was gorgeous, and filled the people of Florence with
amazement; but their wonder was tenfold greater when Lorenzo displayed
still greater magnificence in their reception. Macchiavelli has
attributed the vast increase in the luxurious habits of the citizens to
this splendid hospitality.

Another remarkable demonstration was that which was made in 1471 upon
the occasion of the succession of Cardinal Francesco delle Rovere to the
Papal throne as Sixtus IV. Lorenzo, in person, headed the special
embassy which was despatched from Florence to congratulate the new
pontiff. The other principal members were Domenico de' Martelli, Agnolo
della Stufa, Bongianio de' Gianfigliazzi, and Donato de' Acciaiuolo.
Whilst the mission and its wealth of offerings were received graciously
by the Roman Court, Sixtus by no means extended a cordial welcome to
Lorenzo. The request which he made for the bestowal of a Cardinal's hat
upon his brother, Giuliano, was refused somewhat brusquely, although, to
be sure, the Pope did agree to the transfer of the custody of the
finances of the Curia to the Medici bank, through the intervention of
Messer Giovanni de' Tornabuoni--Lorenzo's uncle, a resident in Rome.

Lorenzo appears to have made, however, rather a favourable impression
upon Sixtus, for he entered into negotiations concerning the sale of the
costly jewels which had been collected by Pope Paul II. In the end
Lorenzo purchased the cabinet and its contents, and made thereby a very
excellent bargain.

During his sojourn in the Eternal City, Lorenzo acquired a number of
precious antiques, rare manuscripts, and valuable works of art. Sixtus,
noting his artistic tastes, sent him many handsome gifts, and promised,
at his solicitation, to prevent the destruction of ancient buildings and
monuments. They parted apparently excellent friends.

Giuliano's _Giostra_ was even more brilliant than that of Lorenzo, six
years before. It was celebrated in honour of "La bella Simonetta," with
whom the impressionable young prince became daily more and more madly in
love. Whether his infatuation went at all beyond the bounds of Platonic
affection is doubtful. His lovely _innamorata_ was the wife of his best
friend, and his honour went for much in the loyal estimation of
Giuliano. Besides this, his good mother's influence in the cause of
virtue and modesty was all-powerful with both her sons.

Strange to say, this romantic attachment stirred the jealousy of a very
prominent citizen, no less a personage than Messer Francesco de' Pazzi.
He and his brothers declined the invitation to the _Giostra_, and
abstained from participation in the general festivities. It was a case
of race rivalry and of personal jealousy, but it meant much in the
relations of the two families.

The efforts which Lorenzo continually made "to gain a firm footing in
Florence"--as Francesco de' Guicciardini has recorded--quite naturally
were productive of opposition and animosity. The men who had placed him
in power were again in two camps--those who were content with the
_status quo_, and those who were not. The latter made less and less
effort to conceal their real sentiments, and at length set about to
question Lorenzo's motives, and defeat his projects. He was a
_beau-ideal_ citizen, for, with all his love of show and circumstance,
even in the fulness of his dignity and dominion, he knew how to retain
and exhibit certain homely and simple traits, which were quite after the
Florentine manner.

He met criticisms and oppositions with the very characteristic
statement: "I will," said he, "allow no man to put his foot on my
throat!" This threat--for so it was accounted by those who wished to
discredit him--was like a red gauntlet thrown down, and, later on, a
hand--if not a foot--and a dagger, were at Lorenzo's throat!

The overstrain of desire, the feverishness of acquisitiveness, and the
lust for power, often in their intensity defeat the purpose sought. The
personality of Lorenzo waxed greater and mightier day by day in the
nervously articulated constitution of Florence. The greatest genius of
his age, he was not only the master of the Government, but the
acknowledged chief of the Platonic Academy, the first of living poets, a
most distinguished classical scholar, and the greatest benefactor the
city had ever known. Everything was within his grasp and everyone had to
bow to his will; his aim was to be autocratic Prince of Tuscany.

It was the mark of a "perfect gentleman" to unbend to plainer folk, and
to mingle with them in moments of relaxation. As a youth he had, with
Giuliano, frequented the village fairs in the Mugello, for amusement and
good fellowship: indeed they brought him inspiration and popularity as
well. When in residence in the Medici Palace he was wont to take his
walks abroad quite freely, and to sit and chat with the habitues of the
_osterie_ by the Porta San Gallo, and other similar taverns.

Florentine of the Florentines, he loved tricks and jokes, and was never
tired of making fun at the expense of others: be it said, too, he knew
how to take as well as give. An amusing story is told of him: being at
Pisa, he chanced to see among the students of the University--which, by
the way, he was instrumental in re-establishing and re-endowing--a
youth who squinted. He remarked with a laugh: "That lad should easily be
the head of his class!" When questioned as to his meaning, he replied
jocosely: "Because he will read at the same time both pages of his book,
and so will learn double!"

Entering thus unostentatiously into the lives and habits of his
fellow-citizens, it was perfectly natural that he should gain their
esteem, friendship, and loyal support. He soon became out and away the
most popular man in Florence, notwithstanding the unworthy sneer of that
ill-conditioned and self-opinionated monk, Girolamo Savonarola.
"Lorenzo," he muttered, "occupies the people with feasts and shows in
order that they may think more of their own amusement than of his
ambitions."

Lorenzo was under no delusion with respect to the permanence, in a more
or less subjective degree, of the spirit of revolt which had rendered
his father's succession to the Headship of the Republic difficult. The
very men who had, for their own ends, misguided Piero, of course were no
longer powerful--such at least of them as were still alive were in
banishment; but their sons and their adjoints were ready enough to
question his authority.

Swiftly enough, Lorenzo took the measures of these men, and prepared to
counteract their opposition. Naturally he sought the counsel of Domina
Lucrezia, than whom nobody understood better the men of Florence, their
manners and their moods. Long and serious were the deliberations of
mother and son. With her pregnant assistance he roughed out a scheme, so
warily conceived and so faithfully elaborated, that, on its presentation
to the Lords of the Signory, it was accepted almost unanimously.

This measure touched citizens in their tenderest spot,--pride and love
of display,--for it proclaimed the appointment of the leading _Signori_
as ambassadors to foreign courts and communes. The one great absorbing
ambition of all prominent Florentines was, through all their history, to
head a foreign mission, with all its honours and emoluments.

With infinite grace and persuasiveness Lorenzo put before the Council
the advisability of the despatch of envoys, incidentally to announce his
succession to the Headship of the State, but principally to proclaim the
grandeur, the wealth, and the power, of the great Tuscan Republic. It
was a master-stroke thus to appeal to the patriotism, no less than to
the egotism, of their Excellencies, and, at the same time, to confirm
his own supremacy!

The bait, dangled before avaricious eyes, was eagerly snapped up, and
when Lorenzo backed up his proposition by munificently mounting each
embassy, and by the promise of knighthood upon the return of the
ambassadors, scarcely a man of those nominated held back. The scheme
worked splendidly, and Lorenzo had the supreme satisfaction of bidding
courteous and thankful farewells to his most prominent rivals.

Among them were such distinguished leaders of public opinion as Bernardo
de' Buongirolami, Cesare de' Petrucci, Bernardo del Nero, Agnolo de'
Niccolini, and Piero Filippo de' Pandolfini. Their departure was the
signal for the advancement of many less known men,--friends and protégés
of the two brothers or of Domina Lucrezia. In this way Lorenzo greatly
strengthened his hold upon the supreme power.

Two very prominent men, however, rejected the proposal--at once the most
popular and most dangerous--Tommaso de' Soderini and Francesco de'
Pazzi.

Tommaso de' Soderini added immensely to his popularity by his noble
exhibition of self-abnegation. His prudence and ability had for long
pointed him out as the most trustworthy and experienced of his peers.
His whole-hearted loyalty to the cause of the Medici, and the
consistency with which he maintained the position he had taken up, at
the plenary Parliament in 1469, and subsequently, made him, by the
contrariety of circumstances, the most redoubtable rival of the
ambitious and impulsive _Capo della Repubblica_.

The trusty pilot, who had so effectively steered the ship of State
through the troubled waters of the interregnum, was, quite
unintentionally and unwillingly, the greatest obstacle in the way of
the young captain! Everybody who had a grievance--real or
imaginary--against the government of Lorenzo, sought Messer Tommaso's
advice and sympathy, so that the situation became charged with
difficulties and embarrassments. The very merest change in the whim of a
fickle people might upset the Medici, and then the Soderini would be
called upon to fill the vacancy. Messer Tommaso's presence in Florence
was both a source of strength to Lorenzo and his house, and a menace.

When the subject of the embassy to Rome--the chief diplomatic
appointment of the Republic--was broached, Messer Tommaso, with the
utmost sincerity, expressed his fervent wish to meet Lorenzo's views in
every respect, but he expressed, quite emphatically, his disinclination
to undertake such an arduous duty. Not only did he plead the infirmities
of age, but declared that his wife, Madonna Dianora, would never leave
Florence. Her love of her own city and its people equalled that of her
sister, the Domina Magnifica Lucrezia--their social, charitable and
literary interests were alike and equal.

Here was a condition of affairs which called for the exercise of the
greatest tact and ingenuity, and Lorenzo committed the task of
overcoming the scruples of his uncle and aunt to his mother. Her efforts
were entirely successful, and Lorenzo, with a deep sigh of relief,
handed Messer Tommaso his credentials, and personally conducted him and
his suite to the Porta Romano, and thence speeded him upon his journey.

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Francesco de' Pazzi was cast in a very different sort of mould--the very
antithesis in character, demeanour, and aspiration to Tommaso de
Soderini--he has very appropriately been called "the Cataline of
Florence." Possessed of immense wealth, much of which had come to him
from his father, Messer Antonio, he rapidly dissipated it by selfish
extravagance: no man surpassed him in the virtue or the vice--which you
will--of self-seeking.

In the bitterness of an overweening and mortified ambition he rejected,
with the utmost discourtesy, Lorenzo's overtures, at the same time
remorselessly exposing his intentions, and vowing that no Pazzo should
"go round the corner" for a Medico! Messer Francesco displayed
unreservedly the true character of his family: he was in truth the
"Mirror of his race"--"_L'implacabile Pazzi_."

The descent of the Pazzi was one of the most ancient among the noble
families of Tuscany. The senior branch claimed Greek descent, and its
members were early denizens of the hill-country about Fiesole. Leaders
of men, they became adherents of the aristocratic party--the
Ghibellines--and were consistent and energetic in their allegiance to
the Emperor. The junior branch of the Pazzi were dwellers in the Vale of
Arno--men of peaceful predilections in agriculture and commerce,
throwing in their lot with the Guelphs--the democratic party of the
Pope.

Giano della Bella's "_Ordinamenti di Giustizia_," in 1293, led to the
disqualification of the Pazzi and many other notable families from the
exercise of the franchise, and, as a consequence, they were deprived of
all share in the Government.

They recognised, even in those early days of the formation of the first
of modern states, that the Medici were rivals and opponents not only in
domestic and commercial enterprise, but also in political advancement,
and no love was lost between the two families. Nevertheless, the Pazzi
were beholden to their rivals for the restoration of their civil rights.

On the return of Cosimo de' Medici from exile in 1434, they were
reinstated, and thenceforward maintained their position. Messer Andrea,
next after Cosimo the most influential citizen of Florence, was elected
to the Priorate in 1435, and in 1439 he was called upon to entertain no
less a personage than King René of France. In 1441 he was _Gonfaloniere
di Giustizia_.

Messer Andrea left three sons--Piero, Giacopo and Antonio. Piero served
the supreme office of _Gonfaloniere_ in 1462. He was the father of a
numerous family--some historians say he had nineteen children by his
wife, Madonna Fiammetta de' Guigni! None of them, however, made their
mark in the life and history of the city, except the fourth son,
Belforte Renato, who was a prominent man but suffered for the ill-doings
of his relations.

If Piero and his sons were unassuming citizens, Messer Andrea's second
son, Giacopo, was of a very different disposition. A man of far greater
ability and more vaulting ambition than his brother, he was looked upon
as the head of the family. In appearance he was prematurely old and
withered up, with a pallid face and palsied frame, with great restless,
staring eyes. He perpetually tossed his head about from side to side, as
though afflicted with St Vitus' dance. Giacopo was unmarried, a
libertine, notorious as a gambler and a blasphemer, a spendthrift, and
jealous--beyond bounds--of the popularity and pre-eminence of Piero and
Lorenzo de' Medici. He was pointed at as the most immoral man in
Florence. In the year of Lorenzo's succession to the place of _Capo
della Repubblica_, he obtained by bribery the high office of
_Gonfaloniere di Giustizia_ as a set-off, but, by an inconsistency as
unexpected as it was transparent, he accepted, on vacating office, a
knighthood at the hands of his rival.

Cavaliere Giacopo's relations with Lorenzo were fairly cordial,
outwardly at least, for as late as 1474, when at Avignon, he wrote
several letters to him, full of grateful expressions for favours
received and of wishes for a continuance of a good understanding. None
of Cavaliere Giacopo's illegitimate children arrived at maturity, and,
on account of the failure of his elder brother's sons to achieve
distinction, the proud banner of the family was clutched by the hands of
the four boys of the youngest of Messer Andrea's sons--Guglielmo,
Antonio, Giovanni, and Francesco. Their mother was Cosa degli
Alessandri, a granddaughter of Alessandro degli Albizzi, who first
adopted the new surname.

The brothers were very wealthy, they had amassed large fortunes in
commerce, and their houses extended for a considerable distance along
that most fashionable of streets--the Borgo degli Albizzi. The Palazzo
de' Pazzi doubtless was commenced by their grandfather, whose emblem--a
ship--is among the architectural enrichments. The building was finished
by their uncle, Giacopo--it is in the Via del Proconsolo.

As bankers, the Pazzi were noted for their enterprise generally, and for
their competition with the Medici in particular. They had agencies in
all the chief cities of Europe and the East, but their reputation for
avarice and sharp dealing was proverbial. Perhaps no family was quite so
unpopular in Florence. Their traditions were aristocratic, whilst the
Medici were champions of the people.

This distinction was referred to by Madonna Alessandra Macinghi di
Matteo degli Strozzi, in one of her letters to her son Filippo, at
Naples. "I must bid you remember," she wrote, "that those who are upon
the side of the Medici have always done well, whilst those who belong
to the Pazzi, the contrary. So I pray you be on your guard."

The growing importance of the Pazzi gave Piero and Lucrezia de' Medici
much uneasiness, and it is quite certain that the marriage of their
eldest daughter, Bianca--"Piero's tall daughter" as she was called--to
the eldest of the three brothers, was a stroke of domestic policy by way
of controlling the race for wealth and power.

Lorenzo, very soon after his accession to the Headship of the State,
"took the bull by the horns" and excluded the Pazzi from participation
in public office. It was an extreme measure and not in accordance with
his usual tact and circumspection, and of course it produced the
greatest ill-will and resentment against him and his administration in
every member of the proscribed family.

The situation became greatly embittered when, in 1477, Lorenzo
interfered in a law-suit which concerned the marriage dower and
inheritance of Beatrice, the daughter of Giovanni Buonromeo. By
Florentine law the daughter should have inherited the fortune without
demur, under the express will of her father, who died intestate; but, at
Lorenzo's command, the estate was passed on to Beatrice's cousin, Carlo
Buonromeo, who was the winner of the second prize in Lorenzo's _Giostra_
of 1468. This decision was in direct opposition to Giuliano de' Medici's
opinion, and he did all he could to reassure Giovanni de' Pazzi,
Guglielmo's brother, and Beatrice's husband, of friendship and
confidence.

These were not the only incidents which followed one another at the
parting of the ways of the two families, but the affair of Giovanni and
Beatrice was resented with peculiar bitterness by all the Pazzi. "Hence
arose," as Francesco de' Guicciardini has testified, "the wronging of
the Pazzi!"

In Francesco, the youngest of the brethren, was exhibited the most
violent animosity and hatred. Blessed with superabundant self-conceit,
which went so far as to cause him to spend hours a day having his
unusually light-coloured hair dressed at the barber's and his face
salved and puffed at the apothecary's to conceal his muddy complexion,
he was reckoned, in the Mercato Nuovo, as little better than an
ill-conditioned _braggadoccio_! His shortness of stature he sought to
atone for by his accentuation of the Florentine pout and the Tuscan
strut--he was well known, too, for his contemptuous jokes at the expense
of others.

Francesco denounced Lorenzo and his Government with unmeasured scorn,
and, careless of restraint, threatened that "he would be even with him,
even though it cost him his life." Macchiavelli says: "He was the most
unscrupulous of his family." "A man of blood," Agnolo Poliziano called
him, "who, when he meditated any design, went straight to his goal,
regardless of morality, religion, reputation and consequences."

Early in March he quitted Florence suddenly, giving out that his
presence was required at Rome in connection with the affairs of the
Pazzi bank. To say that his departure was a relief to Lorenzo is but
half the truth, for he was greatly perturbed with respect to the
influence which such a passionate and reckless rival would have upon his
relations with the Holy See. Francesco was the subject of watchfulness
upon the part of the Medici agents in Rome, where Giovanni de'
Tornabuoni set himself to thwart any hostile movement which might be
made.

Among prominent men with whom Francesco de' Pazzi was thrown into
contact were Archbishop Francesco de' Salviati and Count Girolamo de'
Riari. The Archbishop and Francesco were no strangers to one another;
their families had risen to affluence and power side by side in
Florence, actuated by like sentiments and engaged in like
activities--hatred of the Medici was mutual.

Sixtus had proposed, in 1474, to bestow upon Francesco de' Salviati the
Archbishopric of Florence, but the _Signoria_, instigated by Lorenzo,
refused to confirm his appointment and declined to grant him the
temporalities of the See. The Pope yielded very ungraciously to the
representations of the Florentine Government and named Rinaldo d'Orsini,
Lorenzo's brother-in-law, to the vacancy. This intervention was adduced
by Sixtus afterwards as insubordination worthy of punishment, and he did
not forget to take his revenge.

The following year Francesco de' Salviati was chosen as
Archbishop-designate of Pisa, and again the Florentines objected--being
joined by the Pisans, who conspired to prevent him taking possession.
The Archbishop was, according to Agnolo Poliziano--the devoted historian
and poet-laureate of Lorenzo il Magnifico--"An ignorant man, a contemner
of all law--human and divine--a man steeped in crime, and a disgrace to
his family and the whole State."

Count Girolamo de' Riari, accounted a nephew of Sixtus, was, like his
elder brother Piero and Caterina his sister, a natural child of the
Pope. The three were treated with parental affection by the pontiff, and
had their home in his private apartments, being waited upon by their
unrecognised mother in the guise of nurse and guardian.

Piero de' Riari was created a Cardinal when a spoilt boy, and became, as
a man, infamous for his debauchery and villainy. Sixtus had the
effrontery to select him as successor to Archbishop Orsini in Florence,
but his action was prompted by a motive, which was firmly fixed in his
heart. This was nothing less than the supplanting of Lorenzo de' Medici
by Piero or Girolamo! So far, however, as Cardinal de' Riari was
concerned, Sixtus' ambitions were wholly disappointed by his sudden
death, due to violent excesses of all kinds.

Like his brother, Count Girolamo, the offspring of illicit lust, and
brought up in the depraved atmosphere of the Papal court, was a
reprobate; but Sixtus' vaulting ambition stopped not at character and
reputation. He was bent upon the permanent aggrandisement of all the
branches of the Delle Rovere family. Casting about for territorial
dignity, the Pope set his heart upon the Lordship of Imola, where Taddeo
Manfredi of Faenza, being in financial difficulties, had surrendered the
fief to the Duke of Milan.

The proposal to bestow the Lordship upon Count Girolamo de' Riari by
purchase was warmly resented by the Florentines. Sixtus approached the
question in a most underhand and suspicious manner. He knew perfectly
well that negotiations were on foot for the acquisition of the property
and title by Lorenzo, on behalf of the Florentine Government.
Nevertheless he sent a secret mission to Galeazzo Sforza, Duke of Milan,
offering the handsome sum of fifty thousand gold ducats, with a proviso,
that the Duke should bestow the hand of his illegitimate daughter
Caterina upon Girolamo.

By way of adding insult to injury, Sixtus impudently sought a loan from
the Medici bank, with which to pay the Duke: this greatly offended
Lorenzo and all the leading men in Florence. What made the Pope's
conduct more despicable, was the knowledge that he regarded this matter
as the first step in a line of policy which aimed at supersession of the
Medici by the Riari in the direction of Tuscan affairs--himself being
Over-Lord.

The Pope's demand was refused indignantly by Lorenzo, who, in the name
of the _Signoria_, administered to his Holiness a severe rebuke for his
interference in the affairs of Florence. The relations between the two
Governments became strained, but Sixtus was perfectly indifferent to
opposition where personal interests were concerned.

His next move was the withdrawal of the Duke of Urbino, his relative,
from the military service of the Republic, and his appointment as
Commander-in-Chief of the Papal forces. This manoeuvre was regarded with
alarm by all the Italian States, and a league was formed by Florence,
Venice, and Milan, to check Papal encroachments.

Sixtus made overtures to the Duke of Milan to detach him from the
alliance, but, apparently, they failed of their object. The Duke was
friendly with Lorenzo and had no wish to become embroiled with Florence.

All these plots and counterplots were exactly to the liking of Francesco
de' Pazzi, and he laid himself out to make capital out of them. Not only
did he encourage the Pope in his inimical policy, but he placed at his
command the sum of money which had been refused by the Medici bank.
Sixtus was delighted with his new and wealthy adherent, and forthwith
gave the presidents of the Medici bank in Rome notice that they no
longer retained his confidence as Papal bankers, and that, accordingly,
he had transferred the accounts of the Curia to the care of the rival
Pazzi house. Upon Francesco de' Pazzi he conferred the accolade of
knighthood. This hostile action of course further estranged Lorenzo and
the Government of Florence, and, quite naturally, a system of
quarrelsome incidents was set up, with a very complete equipment of
spies.

Sixtus never concealed his desire for the overthrow of Lorenzo and the
subversion of the Florentine Government, and his hostility found a
whole-hearted response in the persons of Count Girolamo de' Riari,
Archbishop Francesco de' Salviati, and Cavaliere Francesco de' Pazzi.
The Pope exulted openly in what capital he could make out of tales and
gossip about Lorenzo and his entourage. Two prominent Florentines
fomented this factious spirit. Giovanni Neroni--the Archbishop of
Florence in succession to Archbishop d'Orsini, brother of the notorious
Diotisalvi, who was banished in 1466--and Agnolo Acciaiuolo--also
banished the same year, who resided in Rome and was an especial
favourite at the Vatican.

Charges of opposition to the policy of the Pope were freely thrown in
the teeth of Lorenzo, and some of them were true, for the actions of
the Pope led all observant men to the conclusion that he proposed to
assume the rôle of arbiter in the affairs of all the Italian States. On
the other hand, Lorenzo's policy was peaceful, his aim being the
consolidation of Medicean domination in the affairs of the Republic.

Causes such as these brought about the initiation of the dastardly plot
known in history as "The Pazzi Conspiracy." The name is somewhat open to
criticism, for, although the Pazzi were the chief instruments employed,
and exceeded all others in detestation of the Medici, the "forefront and
head of the offending" was no less a personage than Pope Sixtus IV.

"His Holiness hates Lorenzo," said Count Girolamo de' Riari; this was
the cue to all that followed. Doubtless the Pope was much in the power
of sycophants and adventurers--all immoral rulers are. Each knew his man
and held him in the palm of his left hand; and none were backward in
impressing this knowledge upon him.

"We can always make our lord the Pope do as we please," was Archbishop
Salviati's very apposite declaration! It was re-echoed by Francesco de'
Pazzi, who added significantly, "and we mean to rid Florence of the
Medici."

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All through the year 1477 the three arch-conspirators were elaborating
their plan of action. Possibly Sixtus--and we may give the miscreant
the favour of the doubt--at first merely wished to upset the Government
of Florence and banish Lorenzo and Giuliano by direct means. When,
however, it was borne in upon him that the immense popularity of the
Medici would, in the event of their supersession, only lead to their
triumphant recall, he agreed that there was nothing for it but the
removal of the two brothers in a more summary manner.

This association of Giuliano with Lorenzo was a miserable exhibition of
personal spite. He had refused him the Cardinalate simply because he
foresaw the succession of a Medici to the Papal throne, whilst he
purposed handing over the triple tiara to his son, Cardinal Piero de'
Riari. Nevertheless, there was some idea in the mind of Sixtus, which he
conveyed to his fellow-conspirators, of making an agreement with
Giuliano, that if he would condone the exile of his brother, then his
should be the reversion of the Popedom after Cardinal de' Riari!

Some authorities say Giuliano lent a not unwilling ear to those
overtures, but a saner view is that expressed by Agnolo Poliziano in an
epigram:--

"Lorenzo--Giuliano--one spirit, love, and aim
Animate you both--this, truly, I, your friend, proclaim."

Giuliano's love for Lorenzo was, like that of David and Jonathan, "a
love surpassing that of women." He consistently submitted his own
ambitions to the exaltation of his brother's magnificence.

The cogitations of the leaders of the conspiracy were disturbed by the
fact that, however excellent their schemes might be, there was absolute
necessity for the co-operation of other influences. Rome unaided could
not cope with Florence, backed as she was by France, Venice, Milan,
Ferrara, and Mantua. Sixtus consequently broached the subject of the
suppression of the Medici to the King of Naples and to the Duke of
Urbino--the support of Siena was always assured in any attack on her
great rival.

The king had a personal quarrel with Lorenzo, because he had married
Clarice d'Orsini in preference to his daughter, whose hand he had, in a
way, offered to the young prince. He at once acceded to the Pope's
invitation, and, as good as his word, he despatched his son, the Duke of
Calabria, at the head of an armed force, professedly to demand prompt
payment by the Republic of arrears due to him for service rendered to
Florence.

At the solicitation of Sixtus these troops were retained in Tuscany on
the pretext that the Papal fief of Imola required protection. Of course
the real purpose was a menace to Lorenzo: the force being at hand to
strike a swift blow when necessary.

Duke Federigo of Urbino was made more or less conversant with the Papal
policy, and with the special question of Lorenzo's removal. He at once
rejected the proposition that resort should be had to violent or secret
measures, and in disgust at Sixtus's conduct, he threw up his
appointment as Commander of the Papal forces.

Whilst Sixtus was making all these military preparations for the
furtherance of his intentions, his co-conspirators removed the scene of
their activities to the neighbourhood of Florence, where the Pazzi and
Salviati were at one in their readiness to lay down their lives for the
undoing of the Medici. They first of all took into their confidence one
of the Papal Condottieri, a man of undoubted courage and
ability--Giovanni Battista da Montesicco, a native of the Roman
Campagna--who was under heavy obligation to Count Girolamo de' Riari. Of
course he was perfectly willing, as became his calling, to sell his
sword for good payment: he further undertook to enlist his lieutenant,
Hieronimo Comiti, in the cause.

The Condottiere was sent off to Florence to communicate to Cavaliere
Giacopo de' Pazzi the "idea" of the three chief plotters, to test his
feelings, and, if possible, secure his adherence. At first the old man
was "as cold as ice"--so Montesicco said in his confession later on--and
declined to take any part in the conspiracy. After hearing all that was
put before him, he enquired whether Sixtus approved the scheme.

"Why, his Holiness," replied the Condottiere, "has sent me straight to
your Honour to ask your support.... I speak for the Pope."

"Then," said Giacopo, "I am with you."

A few days later Archbishop Salviati and Francesco de' Pazzi joined
Montesicco at Giacopo's country villa, at Montughi, just beyond the
Porta Rosso, on the high road to Bologna. Consultations between the
heads of the two families, Pazzi and Salviati--were held there, with the
concurrence of a certain number of influential citizens inimical to the
Medici.

These meetings were given out as hunting-parties and, to blind their
eyes, overtures were made to both Lorenzo and Giuliano to honour the
sport with their presence. Needless to say, Francesco de' Pazzi's return
to Florence, in company with the unfriendly Archbishop, aroused
Lorenzo's suspicions, but he does not appear to have taken any action.

Montesicco was instructed to make himself and his lieutenant familiar
with the stage upon which he was destined to play his part of the plot,
and especially to observe the persons and the habits of the two Medici
princes. Furthermore, he was directed to seek a personal interview with
Lorenzo, on the pretence of submitting suggestions, propounded by Count
Girolamo, with respect to the acquisition of some _poderi_ near Faenza.

Lorenzo received his visitor with his usual courtesy and hospitality,
and, whilst he wondered why Riario should depute such a redoubtable
warrior to deal with peaceful matters, he never dreamt that foul play
was intended. Montesicco was greatly impressed by the Magnifico's
ingenuousness and nobility of character, and still more by the evident
esteem and affection in which he was held by all classes of the
population. He earnestly reconsidered the bargain he had made: "I
resolved," he said in his confession, "that my sword should not slay
that just man."

The counsels at Montughi were divergent and acrimonious. At length a
resolution was agreed to, as offering a suitable and secure locality for
the perpetration of the deed in contemplation, namely, to invite Lorenzo
to Rome in the name of Sixtus. Such a step would be regarded as a proof
that the Pope no longer opposed Lorenzo's government, but that a _modus
vivendi_ had been reached, agreeable to all parties. Giuliano was to be
included in the invitation as well. Of course the hope was entertained
that a favourable opportunity would be afforded, during the Papal
hospitalities, for the murder of the two brothers.

The Archbishop took the lead in all these deliberations--he and Giacopo
de' Pazzi were boon companions. "They made no profession of any virtue,"
wrote Ser Varillas, in his _Secret History of the Medici_, "either moral
or Christian; they played perpetually at dice, swore confoundedly, and
showed no respect for religion."

Confident in the general support of all the members of his family, in
any demonstration against the hated Medici, he took into his personal
confidence his brother, Giacopo de' Salviati--"an obscure, sordid
man"--and his nephew, Giacopo--"a wastrel and a fanatical
anti-Medicean."

Among the trustworthy Florentine confederates the Archbishop enrolled
Giacopo, son of the famous scholar, Poggio Gucchio de' Bracciolini,
originally a protégé of Lorenzo, but "dismissed his service for
insolence and rapacity"; Giovanni Perugino, of San Gimignano, a
physician attached to Cavaliere Giacopo's household; Giovanni Domenico,
a bridle-maker and athlete, but "an idle sort of fellow"; and Napoleone
de' Franzesi, a friend of Guglielmo de' Pazzi, Lorenzo's brother-in-law.
Another adherent was Messer Giovanni da Pisa, a notary, but "a factious
and bad man."

Before leaving Rome, Francesco de' Pazzi and the Archbishop had agreed
with Count Girolamo de' Riari to engage the services of two desperadoes
in the pay of the Pope--Bernardo Bandino of the Florentine family of
Baroncelli, "a reckless and a brutal man and a bankrupt to boot," and
Amerigo de' Corsi, "the renegade son of a worthy father,"--Messer
Bernardo de' Corsi of the ancient Florentine house of that ilk. Two
ill-living priests were also added to the roll of the conspirators
--Frate Antonio, son of Gherardo de' Maffei of Volterra, and Frate
Stefano, son of Niccolo Piovano da Bagnore. The former was exasperated
against Lorenzo for the reckless sack of Volterra, and because he had
taken possession of a valuable alum-pit belonging to his family. The
latter was _Vicario_ of Monte Murlo, an upstart Papal précis-writer,
whose family was plebeian and employed upon Pazzi property in that
locality; he was "a man steeped in crime and a creature of Cavaliere
Giacopo de' Pazzi."

So many having been admitted into the secret of the conspiracy, it
became a matter of urgent importance that no delay should arise in the
fulfilment of the design; the fear of espionage and leakage was ever
present to the minds of the leaders. But what to do, and where, and how,
baffled all their ingenuity. At last a lead came, quite unexpectedly
from Sixtus himself.

At Pisa was a youth, studying law and philosophy--Raffaelle Sansoni--the
son of Count Girolamo's only sister, just sixteen years of age, and
"very tender in the heart of the Pope." Early in 1478 Sixtus had
preconised him Cardinal of San Giorgio, and added the honour of Legate
for Archbishop Salviati's induction to that See--the richest, by the
way, in all Italy.

The boy Cardinal, in April, was directed, by Sixtus, to make a progress
to Imola on a visit to his uncle and aunt, and to take Florence on his
way, for the purpose of paying his respects to Lorenzo. There was, of
course, much more in this apparently innocent proceeding than appeared
at first view. Francesco de' Pazzi at once obtained Cavaliere Giacopo's
permission to offer the hospitality of his villa to his youthful
eminence and his suite.

Montesicco was ordered to furnish an escort of cavalry in the name of
the Pope--"men who were perfectly trustworthy and prepared to carry out
whatever commands they received."

After the cavalcade had set forth, Francesco sent a message to Lorenzo
de' Medici, suggesting that it might be agreeable to all parties if he
could see his way to entertain the Cardinal. Both he and the Archbishop,
who was in the company of the Cardinal, knew very well that the
proposition would be cordially entertained by the hospitable Magnifico.

As they had anticipated, no sooner had the news reached Florence that
the distinguished visitors were approaching the city, than a dignified
deputation of _Signori_ set out to meet them, conveying a courteous
invitation to be Lorenzo's guests at Fiesole.

A splendid reception was followed by a noble entertainment, whereat all
the more notable dignitaries of the city and the principal members of
the Platonic Academy assisted. Among the guests of honour were
Archbishop Francesco de' Salviati, with the Ambassadors--Giovanni
Morino, representing Ferrante, King of Naples; Filippo Sagramoro, the
Duke of Milan; and Ercole di Bendio, the Duke of Ferrara. In special
attendance upon Lorenzo, and of ambassadorial rank, were the Cavalieri
Agnolo della Stufa, Luigi de' Guicciardini, Bernardo de' Buongirolami,
and Buongiano de' Gianfigliazzi, and others.

The conspirators were in a state of the highest expectation that
Montesicco and his lieutenant would have no difficulty in finding
opportunities to effect their dastardly purpose during the festivities.
They were doomed to disappointment, for at the last moment, and when the
banquet was in progress, it was remarked that Giuliano was absent--he
was indisposed and unable to attend the function!

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The Sunday following, 26th April, happened to be the name-day of the
Cardinal, and he expressed a wish to hear High Mass in Santa Maria del
Fiore. Lorenzo announced his intention of personally conducting his
eminence to the Duomo, and requested him to honour the Domina Clarice
and himself by attending a State dinner at the Medici Palace, in the Via
Larga, at the conclusion of the ceremony.

This was much to the mind of the confederates, for, surely, there would
be a favourable opportunity for the execution of the plot. In secret
session it was arranged that, at the moment of the Elevation of the
Host, Giovanni Battista da' Montesicco should stab Lorenzo, whilst
Francesco de' Pazzi and Bernardo Bandino should fall upon Giuliano.

The Condottiere, however, firmly refused to commit the double crime of
sacrilege and murder, and, point-blank, declined all further share in
the conspiracy. Here was an entirely unlooked-for situation, and an
alternative plan was not easy to arrange. Francesco de' Pazzi seemed
inclined to step into the breach, but detestation of Lorenzo checked his
ardour--he would not soil his hands with the blood of such a
contemptible tyrant, a menial should administer the blow! There was no
lack of volunteers ready to take Montesicco's place, but excessive
caution was requisite that no prominent Florentine conspirator should be
chosen, lest suspicion should be aroused.

Finally the two clerical members of the conspiracy, Frati Antonio and
Stefano, were entrusted with the grim duty. The appointment was quite
the best that could be made, because, at the Cathedral, Lorenzo and his
immediate entourage would be placed with the clergy, within the choir,
whereas to the Pazzi and the other confederates places would be assigned
outside the screen, among the unofficial congregation.

Everything was in order, the great bell of the Duomo was sounding its
invitation, and the sacred building was packed with worshippers and
spectators. In full state Lorenzo, accompanied by Domina Clarice and
their Court, led Cardinal Sansoni to his chair of estate by the high
altar.

If, as he himself affirmed, Lorenzo was deprived of the pleasure of
smell, he had compensation in the greater acuteness of the other four
senses, and it must have struck his keen eyes, as he passed to his
place, that there seemed to be an unusually large muster of adherents of
the Pazzi and Salviati. Probably he reflected that they were there armed
in honour of the Cardinal, who was the guest of Cavaliere Giacopo and
under the guidance of Archbishop Francesco, as deputy of his Holiness
the Pope.

In the vast congregation everybody of importance in Florence was
assembled, with two notable exceptions--the mother and the only brother
of Lorenzo il Magnifico. The Domina Lucrezia, who had suddenly retired
from the prominent position she held at the Court of her son, remained
at Careggi with the venerable Madonna Contessina, Cosimo's widow, upon
whom she waited with the utmost devotion.

The other absentee was, once more, Giuliano! Consternation seized upon
the conspirators, for the slaughter would not be complete without the
shedding of his blood.

The preliminary anthems were being sung as the procession of the
celebrant of the Mass, with his sacred ministers moved from the New
Sacristy, and every head was bowed before the symbol of the cross.
Hesitation on the part of the confederates meant ruin, and, perhaps,
death: this no one knew better than Francesco de' Pazzi. Beckoning to
Bernardo Bandino, he led the way to the north door of the Cathedral, and
hurried off with him to the Medici Palace, not many yards away.

Asking to see the Lord Giuliano, the porter led them into the courtyard,
and presently the groom of the chamber conducted them into the young
prince's apartment. Giuliano was nearly dressed, and his valet was
giving some final touches to his abundant brown hair and to his robes.

"Hasten, my lord, the Mass is in saying, or you will be too late,"
exclaimed Francesco, "we have come to conduct you to the Duomo."
Giuliano was in a gleeful mood, and joked his visitors upon their
unexpected attentions. At length he cried out: "Lead on, Pazzo--Medico
will follow!"

Taking him in his humour, Francesco slipped his arm round Giuliano's
waist--apparently as a mark of good-fellowship, but really for the
purpose of feeling whether he was wearing armour under his blue velvet
tunic. With Bandino on the other side, the three made the rest of their
way through the dense crowd in the Via Larga, being greeted respectfully
by old and young, though many wondered at "_Il bel Giulio's_" unwonted
companions.

Entering the Duomo, the three stood a moment whilst a clear course was
made for Giuliano to the centre of the congregation. Lorenzo and the
clergy and dignitaries within the choir were already upon their knees,
ready to prostrate themselves as the celebrant held aloft the Sacred
Host. Near Lorenzo were Giovanni de' Tornabuoni, his uncle,--famous for
his wealth, influence at Rome, and his probity,--Antonio and Lorenzo de'
Cavalcanti, Lorenzo de' Tornabuoni, Marco de' Vespucci, and Filippo
degli Strozzi, Chamberlains of Honour, and other distinguished
Florentines and the foreign ambassadors.

No sooner had Giuliano reached the entrance to the choir and was about
to genuflect, than Francesco de' Pazzi, who had followed him closely,
whipped out his sword, at the very moment of the Elevation, and ran the
devout prince, through the back! At the same time Bandino leaped upon
him and stabbed him repeatedly in the breast!

It was all the work of an instant, and Giuliano fell over upon his side,
his crimson life's blood ebbing swiftly out of nineteen gaping wounds
and dyeing his scarlet robe deep purple. Francesco's frenzy was
diabolical, for he leaped upon the still quivering body of his victim,
and stabbed him again and again--wounding his own thigh in his fury!

Bandino next attacked Francesco Nori, a chief agent or manager of the
Medici bank, a man of renown and honour, who vainly threw himself
forward to shield his unhappy young patron, and he cut him down to the
ground. With a filthy execration, he raised the dripping weapon in the
air, prepared for yet another victim.

Meanwhile the two perjured priests, who, by the mock grace of their
Order were placed within the choir, had taken up positions immediately
behind Lorenzo, as though to render him assistance in the divine
service, suddenly attacked him with daggers, but unskilfully. Lorenzo
scrambled to his feet, and, casting his heavy mantle of State over his
shoulders, drew his sword in self-defence. Turning to see who his
opponents were, he received a scratch in the neck from Stefano's steel.
Then, from the raised dais, he descried the tumult at the choir gates,
whilst cries of "_Il Giuliano e morto_" reached his ears!

Desperadoes were struggling with the clergy and the acolytes by the
great lectern, and calling out his name for vengeance. One, more
murderous than the rest, was scaling the low sanctuary wall, holding his
gory dagger in the air, and making for the chairs of estate--it was
Bernardo Bandino. Commending the Domina Clarice to the care of his
uncle, Lorenzo passed hurriedly up the steps of the altar and gained the
New Sacristy, followed closely by the two Cavalcanti, who were battling
with the infuriated Bandino and his confederates--"_Abbasso il
Lorenzo_," they yelled.

Escaping through the doorway, Luca della Robbia's great bronze gates
were slammed to, by Angelo Poliziano, almost crushing Antonio
Cavalcanti, who fell with a deep wound in his shoulder, and actually
flinging to the ground, outside in the aisle, the raging, baffled
Bandino. "Then arose," wrote Filippo Strozzi, in his family
_Ricordi_--he was an eye-witness of the tragedy--"a great tumult in the
church. Messer Bongiano and other knights, with whom I was conversing,
were stupefied, one fled hither and another thither, loud shouts filled
the building, and the hands of friends of the Pazzi and Salviati all
held gleaming weapons.... The young Cardinal remained alone, crouching
by the high altar, until he was led away by some priests into the Old
Sacristy, whence he was escorted by two of the 'Eight,' with a strong
bodyguard, to the Palazzo del Podesta."

Inside the New Sacristy it was discovered that Lorenzo's wound was
serious enough to call for immediate treatment, and one of his devoted
pages, young Antonio de' Ridolfi, sucked it for fear of poison. The
great heavy metal doors were incessantly battered from without, but no
one dared to open them, and Lorenzo remained where he was until the
hubbub in the Duomo appeared to be abating. Then another page, Sismondo
della Stufa, climbed up into the organ gallery, whence he could look
into the church, and reported that none but friends of the Medici
remained, and they were crying out for Lorenzo to accept their escort to
the palace. So the Magnifico departed.

All the while the great bell of the Palazzo Vecchio was booming out its
dread summons for the city trained bands and the armed members of the
Guilds to assemble for the defence of the city and the maintenance of
their liberties. Loud cries of "_Liberta!_" "_Liberta!_" rolled up the
street, drowned by a great chorus of "_Evviva le Palle!_" "_Abasso i
Traditori!_" The whole city was in an uproar and blood was being spilt
on every side.

What had happened was tragically this. Whilst one half of the
conspirators was told off to strike the fatal blow, the other half was
directed to rally round Archbishop Salviati, who, by the way, made some
excuse for not assisting ministerially at the Mass, but took up his
station close to the north door of the Duomo. Directly they saw Giuliano
struck to the ground, they made all haste to the Palazzo Vecchio, and
demanded an interview with Messer Cesare de' Petrucci, the _Gonfaloniere
di Giustizia_, who had been detained by urgent matters in the Courts.

When Messer Petruccio enquired the nature of their business, the
Archbishop replied: "We are come, all the family of Salviati, to pay our
respects to the _Gonfaloniere_, as in duty bound." Messer Cesare was at
lunch, but, rising from table, he welcomed the Archbishop, who entered
the apartment alone. He asked him to be speedy, as he had to join the
banquet to the Cardinal di San Giorgio almost immediately.

Salviati said he was the bearer of his family's greetings to the
_Gonfaloniere_, and also of a private Brief to him from the Pope. His
manner seemed so strange, and his errand so irregular, that Petruccio's
suspicions were aroused, and raising the arras, he saw the passage was
filled with armed men. At once he called the palace guard to arrest the
intruders, and caused every door of exit to be locked.

The object, of course, of the Archbishop and those with him was to seize
the person of the _Gonfaloniere_ and possess themselves of the Banner of
Justice--that they might rouse the citizens to fight in its defence.

On the contrary, the people were for the Medici, and "_Palle!_"
"_Palle!_" prevailed. Noting that the Salviati did not leave the palace,
and that the guards had been withdrawn from the gate and every door was
bolted, the populace broke into the building, rescued the
_Gonfaloniere_, and the _Signori_ with him, and seized the persons of
the intruders.

Without more ado they ran the miscreants, Francesco, Giacopo, and
Giacopo di Giacopo de' Salviati, Giacopo de' Bracciolini, and Giovanni
da Perugia, up to the lantern of the Campanile, and, thrusting their
bodies through the machicolations, hung them head downwards! Others of
the party and some of the Cardinal's servants, who had accompanied the
Archbishop, were flung from the windows.

Cavaliere Giacopo de' Pazzi was neither at the Duomo, nor did he
accompany the Archbishop to the Palazzo Vecchio. His part was to await
news from Salviati that he had seized the _Gonfaloniere_ and the
palace, and then to ride fully armed with a retinue of mercenaries and
Montesicco's bodyguard of the Cardinal to the Piazza della Signoria.
Without awaiting the signal he advanced, raising the cry "_Liberta!_"
"_Liberta!_" but none rallied to his side.

Instead, he and his escort were pelted with stones and, on arriving in
the Piazza, he beheld the gruesome human decoration of the Campanile.
Without a moment's hesitation, spurring his horse, he rode swiftly
towards the Porta della Croce, and set off into the open country--a
fugitive!

Francesco de' Pazzi, after the slaughter of Giuliano, escaped to his
uncle's house, and stripping himself, received attention to his wound,
which was of a very serious nature. He was not, however, left very long
in peace, for the cry had gone forth in the streets--"Death to the
traitors!" "Down with the Pazzi and the Salviati!" "Fire their houses!"
The sword, still reeking red with the bluest blood of Florence, was
swiftly crossed by the sword of retribution. Francesco was dragged
forth, naked as he was from his bed, buffeted, pelted, and spat upon,
they thrust him with staves, weapons, hands and feet, right through the
Piazza della Signoria; up they forced him to the giddy gallery of the
Campanile, and then, flinging his bleeding, battered body out among his
bloodthirsty comrades, they left him to dangle and to die with them
there! The Archbishop, still in his gorgeous vestments, turned in
fury, as he hung head downwards in that ghastly company, and, seizing
his fiendish confederate, fixed his teeth in his bare breast, and so the
guilty pair expiated their hellish rage--unlovely in their lives,
revolting in their deaths!

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Poor Giuliano's corpse was left weltering in his blood, where he had
been done to death, outside the choir screen of the Duomo. At length he
was picked up tenderly by the good _Misericordia_. His terrible wounds
were reverently washed and his godlike body prepared for sepulture. News
of his assassination had been swiftly carried out to Careggi, and Domina
Lucrezia, bracing herself for the afflicting sight, hastened to lay his
fair head in her lap, a very real replica of "_La Pietà_"--Blessed Mary
and her Son.

Ah! how she and the women who bore her company wept for the beloved
dead. Ah! how with tender fingers they counted each gaping wound. Ah!
how gently they cut off locks of his rich hair, as memorials of a sweet
young life.

They buried Giuliano that same evening, with all the honours due to his
rank, amid the tears of an immense concourse of people--stayed for a
while from their savage man-hunt. To the Medici shrine of San Lorenzo
they bore him--the yellow light of the wax candles revealing the tombs
of Cosimo and Piero.

"There was not a citizen," says Macchiavelli, "who, armed or unarmed,
did not go to the palace of Lorenzo in this time of trouble, to offer
him his person and his property--such was the position and the affection
that the Medici had acquired by their prudence and their liberality."

Lorenzo came out on the loggia, and addressed the people massed in the
street. He thanked them for their devotion and assistance, but entreated
them, for his dear, dead brother's sake, to abstain from further
atrocities and to disperse to their homes in peace.

Nevertheless, all the Pazzi and Salviati were proclaimed "_Ammoniti_"
and they were pursued from house to house, whilst the peasants took up
the hue and cry in the _contado_. Bleeding heads and torn limbs were
everywhere scattered in the streets; door-posts and curb-stones were
dashed with gore; men and women and the children, too, were all
relentless avengers of "_Il bel Giulio's_" blood. It is said that one
hundred and eighty stark corpses were borne away by the merciful
_Misericordia_ and buried secretly!

Cavaliere Giacopo, who had escaped into the hilly country of the
Falterona, near the source of the Arno, was recognised by a couple of
countrymen, who were frequenters of the markets in Florence. They seized
him and took him to the city gate, where they sold him for fifty gold
florins. His shrift was short, for his purchasers, adherents of the
Medici, hacked off his head in the street, and carried it upon a pole to
the Ponte Vecchio! Buried at Santa Croce, in the chapel of the Pazzi,
his mutilated body was not left long in its grave. It was pulled up,
denuded of the shroud, and, with a rope tied round the feet, dragged by
men and women and even children to the Lung' Arno, and pitched, like a
load of refuse, into the dusky river!

Several of the arch-conspirators hid for a while in various places,
mostly in convents, but their time came for punishment. The two priests,
Antonio and Stefano, were, two days after the tragedy in the Duomo,
brought out of the cellars of the _Badia_ of the Benedictines at Santa
Firenze, and killed, not swiftly and mercifully, but tortured and
mutilated to the satisfaction of the rabble.

Bernard Bandino, after picking himself up at the New Sacristy doors,
immediately realised the failure of the conspiracy, and, wise man that
he was, put his own safety before all other considerations. He worked
his way through the struggling crowd in the Cathedral and got out by the
south portal. Luckily enough, the Cardinal's horse had been left
tethered by its affrighted groom hard by, so without awaiting news from
the Archbishop, he vaulted into the saddle and made off at a hand gallop
to the Porta Santa Croce.

With more cunning than Giacopo had shown, he made, not to the Tuscan
hills, but to the Tuscan sea, and reached Corneto just in time to board
a ship bound for the East, and at the point of weighing anchor. At
Galata he went ashore and communicated with Sixtus, who sent him a
goodly sum of money and sundry Papal safeguards, with his blessing!

There he lay hid for many weeks, but, as luck would have it, one day he
came out of his lair in a Turkish divan, and encountered an agent of the
Medici, who recognised him, followed him, and charged him before the
Pasha. Put in irons by the Sultan's command, communication was made with
Lorenzo. An envoy was despatched to Constantinople, to whom the wretch
was handed, and, two months after his crimes in Santa Maria del Fiore,
his living body was added to the string of stinking corpses, upon the
side of the Campanile, which still dangled in their iron chains, betwixt
earth and heaven, rained on and withered by the elements, and fed upon
by carrion!

All the seven sons of Piero de' Pazzi were banished for life. They seem
to have had no very intimate knowledge of the conspiracy; indeed, they
were all away from Florence, except the fourth, Renato, and he was
beheaded "for not having revealed the plot, he being privy to the
treachery of his uncle Giacopo and his cousin Francesco."

Renato, indeed, tried to escape, knowing that he was implicated,
although not engaged in the plot, but the garrison of Radicofani
discovered him and his hiding-place, and he was despatched under guard
to Florence. Giovanni de' Pazzi, Francesco's brother, who had married
Beatrice Buonromeo, hid, for a time, in the monastery of Degli Angeli,
and then, with his wife, was banished to the castle of Volterra, where
he died in 1481. It does not appear that he took any active part in the
plot, although his wronging by Lorenzo was the spark which fired the
whole conspiracy.

Guglielmo de' Pazzi, the husband of Bianca de' Medici, Lorenzo and
Giuliano's sister, was protected by _Il Magnifico_, and allowed to
reside in a villa twelve miles outside Florence.

Napoleone de' Franzesi, alone of all the conspirators, effected his
escape, but Piero de' Vespucci, father-in-law to "_La bella
Simonetta_"--"_Il bel Giulio's_" _innamorata_,--who assisted him, was
sentenced to two years' imprisonment in the Stinche, with a heavy fine.

Giovanni Battista da Montesicco's fate was, perhaps, the only one which
excited commiseration, even from the point of view of the Medici. A
soldier of fortune, his weapon was at your command, did you but fill his
pouch with ducats of Rome or florins of Florence. To him it mattered not
whether the adventure partook of romance and espionage, or of intrigue
and murder. Unlike many of his profession, he was a religious man, and
just. He drew back from his bargain as soon as he had experience of
Lorenzo's character, and he refused point-blank to slay him in a spot
"where Christ could see him," as he said. It does not appear that he
was inside the Cathedral that dread April morning, but remained on watch
to see what transpired. On the defeat of the conspiracy he fled, with
many more, right out of Tuscany. Agents of the Medici, however, pursued
him and, having captured him, dragged him back to Florence. Before the
Lords of the _Signoria_ he made confession of what he knew of the
conspiracy and of his own part therein. On 4th May, just seven days
after the tragedy, he paid the penalty of his misplaced devotion, and he
was hanged within the Palace of the Podesta.

Two arch-conspirators are still to be accounted for, Pope Sixtus IV. and
Count Girolamo de' Riari! The former never expressed the least regret or
concern at the tragic occurrences in Florence, but openly deplored the
failure of his scheme to replace Lorenzo by Girolamo. Furthermore, he
issued a "Bull," which began: "Iniquitatis filius et perditionis
alumnus," and ended by anathema of Lorenzo, whereby he was
excommunicated, and all Florence placed under an Interdict!

Moreover, he laid violent hands upon Donato Acciaiuolo, the Florentine
ambassador, and, but for the prompt intervention of the envoys of Venice
and Milan, would have cast him, uncharged, into the dungeons of the
castle of Sant Angelo. The majority of the Florentine merchants in Rome
were arrested, their property confiscated, and, to add insult to
injury, Sixtus demanded from the _Signoria_ the immediate banishment of
Lorenzo. He expressed his keen sorrow for the deaths of the Pazzi and
Salviati, his "devoted sons and trusty counsellors." He spoke of the
execution of the Archbishop as "a foul murder caused by the tyranny of
the Medici," and he put a price upon the head of Cesare de' Petrucci,
the _Gonfaloniere di Giustizia_!

As for Count Girolamo, who had, coward-like, kept in the background--he
was probably little more than a complacent tool in the hands of the
pontiff--he was permitted to leave Florence in the train of the young
Cardinal, immediately before the reception of the Interdict. He returned
to Rome and abandoned himself to a life of profligacy; his palace became
a brothel and a gambling hell, and there he lived for ten years,
dishonoured and diseased. His retributive death was by the hand of an
assassin in 1488.

The failure of the plot, whilst it added tremendously to the popularity
of the Medici and strengthened still more Lorenzo's position, threw the
Pope frantically into the arms of the King of Naples. He persuaded him
to join in a combined and powerful invasion of Tuscany. At Ironto the
Neapolitan troops crossed the frontier and encamped, whilst the Papal
forces moved on from Perugia and Siena.

Lorenzo at once called a Parliament to consider the position, and to
take steps for the protection of the city and the defence of the State.
He addressed the assembly as follows: "I know not, Most Excellent Lords
and Most Worshipful Citizens, whether to mourn or to rejoice with you
over what has happened. When I think of the treachery and hatred
wherewith I have been attacked, and my brother slain, I cannot but
grieve; but when I reflect with what eagerness and zeal, with what love
and unanimity, on the part of the whole city, my brother has been
avenged and myself defended, I am moved not merely to rejoice, but even
to glory in what has transpired. For, if I have found that I have more
enemies in Florence than I had thought I had, I have at the same time
discovered that I have warmer and more devoted friends than I knew....
It lies with you, my Most Excellent Lords, to support me still, or to
throw me over.... You are my fathers and protectors, and what you wish
me to do, I shall do only too willingly...."

All the hearers were deeply affected by Lorenzo's oration, some indeed
shed tears, but all vowed to support him in resisting the enemy at the
gate. "Take courage," they cried, "it behoves thee, Lorenzo, to live and
die for the Republic!"

At the same time they enrolled a bodyguard of twelve soldiers, whose
duty it should be to accompany Lorenzo whenever he went abroad, and to
protect him in his palace or at his villas. Doubtless they thought the
Pope might resort to further secret measures for the slaughter of his
enemy.

Thus ended the terrible "Conspiracy of the Pazzi."




CHAPTER II


IPPOLITO--"_Il Cardinale_."

ALESSANDRO--"_Il Negro_."

LORENZINO--"_Il Terribile_."


_The First Tyrannicide_


"Go at once, ye base-born bastards, or I will be the first to thrust you
out--Begone!"

These were the passionate words of the proudest and most ambitious
princess that ever bore the great name of Medici--Clarice, daughter of
Piero di Lorenzo--"Il Magnifico," and wife of Filippo di Filippo degli
Strozzi--"Il Primo Gentiluomo del Secolo."

They were spoken on 16th May 1527, in the Long Gallery of the Palazzo
Medici in Florence, and were addressed to two youths--sixteen and
thirteen years old respectively, who shrank with terror at the aspect
and the vehemence of their contemner. Clarice was a virago, both in the
Florentine sense of man's equal in ability and action, and in the sense
of the present day--a woman with a mighty will and endowed with physical
strength to enforce it.

The two "bastards" were Ippolito, the natural son of Giuliano de'
Medici, Duke of Nemours, and Alessandro, the so-called illegitimate son
of Lorenzo de' Medici, Duke of Urbino, the virtual ruler of Florence.
The lads were not alone in their exposure to the wrath of Madonna
Clarice, for, sitting in his chair of estate, was Silvio Passerini,
Cardinal of Cortona, their Governor, and Pope Clement VII.'s Regent of
the Republic.

"Begone"! Well had it been if the Cardinal had taken his charges right
away from Florence never to return.

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"The splendour, not of Tuscany only, but of the whole of Italy has
disappeared!" wrote Benedetto Dei, in his _Cronica_. "The Burial
Confraternity of the Magi laid his body in the sacristy of San Lorenzo,
and the next day the funeral obsequies were held without pomp--as is the
custom of the _Signori_--but quite simply. Truly it may be said that
however gorgeous the ceremonies might have been, they would have proved
altogether too mean for so great a man."

This relates to the death of Lorenzo il Magnifico, which occurred on 8th
April 1492. That year is one of the most memorable in modern history:
Columbus discovered America; Roderigo Borgia was elected Pope; Charles
VIII. became the most prominent political figure in Europe; and the
power of Florence had reached its zenith.

She was not only the Head of the Tuscan League and the chief Republic in
Europe, but also the first of modern states. If the spirit of the
Greeks inspired the physical prowess of the Romans, the enlightenment of
the Florentines brought forth the renascence of the arts and crafts of
Italy and of the world.

Cosimo, "_Il Padre della Patria_," laid the foundation-stone of Medici
renown in the iron grip of his powerful personality, and Piero, his son,
maintained unimpaired its eminence by his urbanity and good sense. To
Lorenzo, however, was reserved the distinction of placing upon that
mighty column its magnificent copestone, and he adorned it with the
sevenfold balls of his escutcheon, whilst on the summit he held unfurled
the great Red Cross Oriflamme of Florence.

Lorenzo left three sons and three daughters to uphold that ensign and to
exhibit the glory of their house. To the first-born, Piero, came the
great inheritance of his father's place and power, and no man ever
entered into a greater possession,--a possession, so firm, so
unquestioned and so portentous, that nothing seemed likely to disturb
its equilibrium or to sully its triumph.

But, "the son of his father is not always his father's son," and this
quaint saying is perfectly true of Piero de' Medici--a youth of
twenty-one years of age--the exact age of his father on his succession
to the Headship of the State. Physically the young prince was well
favoured, he was cultured and, like his unfortunate uncle Giuliano, he
was an adept in all gentlemanly exercises.

Alas, he took not the slightest interest in politics, nor in the
business affairs of his house, and the proverbial urbanity and
pushfulness of the Medici were alike absent. Whilst he lightly handed
over to Piero Dorizzi di Bibbiena, his Chancellor, the conduct of public
affairs, he listened to the proud persuasions of his mother, to whom
anything like commercial pursuits were abhorrent. Clarice d'Orsini's
forbears had all been soldiers, Lorenzo's merchants, that made all the
difference in Rome's degenerate days.

Of course there was no Florentine girl good enough to be the bride of
young Piero de' Medici--at least, Domina Clarice, his mother, decided
so. She was the proudest of the proud, and as ignorant and prejudiced as
she was haughty. Her son could only wed a Roman princess, and, by
preference, a daughter of the Orsini; consequently Alfonsina, daughter
of Roberto d'Orsini, Clarice's cousin, entered Florence in state on 22nd
May 1488, for her magnificent nuptials with the young _Capo della
Repubblica_.

The same year the Domina died. Her influence had not been for good, and
her want of tact and her unpopularity caused Lorenzo much anxiety.
Perhaps, however, a prince of his conspicuous and, in many ways, unique
ability, was better mated with an unsympathetic spouse than with a woman
who could, from parity of gifts, enter into his feelings and
aspirations. He lived for the magnanimous renown of Florence--she for
the selfish prominence of her family.

Francesco de' Guicciardini wrote of Piero de' Medici thus: "He was born
of a foreign mother, whereby Florentine blood got mixed, and he acquired
foreign manners and bearing, too haughty for our habits of life." The
prince gave up most of his time to pleasure and amusement with the young
nobles of his court, and encouraged the aims and ambitions of the
self-seeking scions of his mother's family. At a single bound the
immense personal popularity of Lorenzo, his father, disappeared.
Florentines took the young ruler's measure, and he was found wanting.

The imprisonment and threatened execution of his cousins, Lorenzo and
Giuliano de' Medici, was a flagrant mistake. The three had quarrelled
about Lorenzo il Magnifico's pretty daughter, Luigia, but it was a
baseless rumour that she had been poisoned. Bad blood was made always in
Florence by such romances and such interference.

In September 1494, Charles VIII. crossed the Alps, and, whilst
Savonarola fanatically hailed his coming to Florence as "God's Captain
of Chastisement," politicians of all parties looked to Piero to show a
bold front and resist the French invader as commander-in-chief of a
united Italian army.

Piero made no sign, but went on playing _pallone_ in the Piazza Santa
Croce. The enemy seized the Florentine fortresses of Sargana, Sarzanello
and Pietra Santa. The news sobered the headstrong, self-indulgent prince
for the moment, and then craven fear seized his undisciplined mind. In
a panic he mounted his horse and, attended only by two officers of the
city guard, he galloped off to King Charles' camp.

In the royal tent Piero fell upon his knees, craved forgiveness for
Florence's opposition, and pleaded for generous terms for himself and
his fellow-countrymen. Charles demanded the cession absolutely of the
three fortresses, with the cities of Pisa and Livorno, and with them the
"loan" of 200,000 gold florins! Piero's report was listened to in solemn
silence by the _Signoria_, but when its tenor was conveyed to the
concourse of citizens, outside the Palazzo Vecchio, cries of
"_Liberta!_" "_Liberta!_" rent the air.

When Piero rode out of the Piazza, accompanied by an armed escort, he
was met by an exasperated mob who assailed him with missiles and stones.
The big bell, up in the Campanile, began to speak its ominous summons,
and, in reply to faint cries of "_Palle!_" "_Palle!_" renewed shouts of
"_Liberta!_" "_Liberta!_" proclaimed the abdication of the Medici.

A Parliament was convened and five ambassadors were appointed to treat
with Charles and revoke Piero's surrender. One of them, speaking for the
rest, denounced him as "No longer fit to rule the State"--it was Piero
de' Capponi. The _Signoria_ passed a sentence of expulsion upon Piero
and his brothers, and placed a reward of two thousand gold florins upon
his head, and five thousand more, if he and Giovanni, his Cardinal
brother, were captured together.

Needless to say, before the decree was promulgated Piero and Giovanni
flew precipitately through the Porta San Gallo, upon their way to
Bologna, at the head of a few mercenaries, and with them went Piero's
chancellor.

An enraged mob of citizens rushed pell-mell into the Via Larga, sacked
the Palazzo Medici, and scattered the treasures which Piero and Lorenzo
had gathered together. The streets were strewn with costly furniture,
carpets and tapestry, and priceless works of art were either burnt or
broken in pieces. It was not a question of looting but of destruction,
and for eighteen years the building was a mark for obscenities and
imprecations.

The French army marched through the humiliated city, and terror filled
the hearts of the people. Charles occupied a portion of the palace,
which the _Signoria_ hastily put into some sort of order, borrowing or
buying furniture and other articles for his use.

On their knees, an entirely new experience for the proud Florentines,
the _Signoria_ besought the Emperor's clemency. He took a high hand with
them, demanding a huge indemnity and threatening to command his trumpets
to sound for pillage. One man alone asserted his liberty, a man who
throughout Piero's short government had voiced the public
discontent--Piero de' Capponi--the most capable soldier Florence
possessed. Boldly and alone he faced the Conqueror and denounced his
demands. He tore in pieces the fatal document of Piero's capitulation,
flung the pieces in Charles' face, and defied him, saying, "If you sound
your trumpets we shall ring our bells!"

Charles was cowed, he signed a treaty of peace with honourable terms for
Florence, and left the city, after a stormy scene with Savonarola. "Take
heed," the latter said, "not to bring ruin on this city and upon thyself
the curse of God!"

Piero outlived his cowardly surrender and shameful flight three
years--an outcast from his country and a disgrace to his family. He
found an asylum in the house of his wife Alfonsina's father, Roberto
d'Orsini, Count of Tagliacozzo and Alba. In 1502 he entered the service
of the King of France, the enemy of his country, against the Spanish
conquerors of the kingdom of Naples. The French were worsted and took to
their ships at Gaeta. Piero escaped, but his death followed shortly, for
the boat in which he was crossing the River Garigliano, or Liri, near
the famous stronghold of that name, was swamped by the fire of the
Spanish artillery and he was drowned. Cambi, who relates the history,
sententiously winds up his narrative with the apposite words, "Thanks be
to God!"

After Savonarola's death in 1498, Piero de' Soderini was placed at the
head of the Government as _Gonfaloniere di Giustizia_, whilst Piero's
brother, Cardinal Giovanni, took up the leadership of his discredited
party. The terrible sack of Prato in 1512 was an opportunity for the
Medici, which they did not neglect to use to their advantage. In terror
the Florentine Government paid 140,000 gold florins to the Spanish
Viceroy and commander, who made it a condition of his evacuation of
Tuscany, that the Medici should be recalled as private citizens, and be
granted permission to purchase back their forfeited property. On 12th
September of the same year, Giuliano, the third son of Lorenzo il
Magnifico, with his young nephew, Lorenzo, Piero's son, entered
Florence, attended by a small following. He was one of the noblest of
his race, but he was wholly lacking in initiative and energy. He made no
claim to political eminence, and his self-abnegation led to the return
to Florence of his more pushful brother, the Cardinal, who was
accompanied by Giulio de' Medici, the bastard son of the murdered
Giuliano. They installed themselves in the restored palace, assumed much
of the wonted state of their family in bygone days, and were accorded
public recognition and honour.

The following year Cardinal Giovanni was elected Pope as Leo X., and, at
the same time, Giuliano was created Duke of Nemours--a dignity bestowed
by Francis I. of France--and Lorenzo became Duke of Urbino. The
conferring of these titles stirred the rancour of a considerable number
of ambitious _Signori_, and intrigue and plots to upset the rising
fortunes of the Medici were rife. The very next day after the death of
Pope Julius II., Bernardo de' Capponi and Pietro Papolo de' Boscoli were
condemned to be hung within the Palace of the Podesta, for an attempt
upon the lives of Giuliano, Lorenzo, and Giulio de' Medici. Eighteen
accomplices were tortured and many others banished: Niccolo Macchiavelli
was implicated in the conspiracy, but he appears to have escaped
punishment.

Quietly but persistently the power of the great family was recovered.
"The Pope and his Medici" became a proverb throughout Italy: all men
noted their rising fortunes and their bids for power. Giulio was
preconised Cardinal, Giuliano appointed _Gonfaloniere_ of the Papal
army, and Lorenzo became the virtual Head of the Florentine Republic.
Giuliano died in 1516, Lorenzo in 1519, and Pope Leo X. in 1521. The
first left no legitimate offspring, and the second only one daughter,
Caterina, besides a natural son, Alessandro.

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Upon the death of Lorenzo, Duke of Urbino, Cardinal Giulio de' Medici
hastened to Florence, where he was permitted to assume almost autocratic
control of State affairs. Possibly he was regarded in the light of
Regent for Lorenzo's only legitimate child, Caterina. He had undoubtedly
personal fitness for the post of Chief of the Republic. During the
brief period, barely five months, of his administration, he did very
much to place public interests upon a firm and practical basis.

Very adroitly he played off the "_Ottimati_," under Pietro de' Ridolfi,
against the "_Frateschi_," led by Giacopo de' Salviati, without
identifying himself with either party. Recalled to Rome on the death of
Leo X., he left Cardinal Silvio Passerini of Cortona his deputy: a man
useful as a tool but of no ability or judgment. Adrian VI., who
succeeded to the Papacy, was a weak pontiff, and Rome became a hot-bed
of intrigue and villainy.

A plot to assassinate Cardinal de' Medici failed, and, in 1523, he was,
after many weeks of wrangling, elected Pope, with the title of Clement
VII. In the Vatican, that "refuge for bastards and foundlings," room was
found for two boys, cousins, each the offspring of a Medici father, but
illegitimate. They were brought up under the immediate eye of the Pope,
indeed one of them, the younger, was said to be the son of Clement.

Ippolito, just fourteen years old, was the bastard son of Giuliano de'
Medici, Duke of Nemours. His mother was a noble lady of Urbino, Pacifica
Brandini, but she permitted her child to be exposed in the streets, in a
basket, where he was rescued, and taken into the foundling ward of the
Confraternity of Santa Maria di Piano d'Urbino. There the kindly
Religious gave him the name of "Pasqualino," indicative of the Church
season of Easter, when he entered surreptitiously upon the world's
stage.

When the child was less than two years old the nuns of Santa Maria were
removed to Rome, and they took with them, along with other unfortunates,
little Pasqualino. Upon a visit, which Pope Leo paid to the convent, he
noticed the young boy, and as he smiled and tried to get at his
Holiness, Leo was struck with his good looks and made enquiries about
his origin. In the end, Leo undertook the little fellow's education and
maintained his interest in him, and, moreover, ordered his name to be
changed to Ippolito.

Alessandro--the younger boy--twelve years old, was the son of Lorenzo
de' Medici, created Duke of Urbino in 1536, when the Pope annexed that
principality to the pontifical estates, upon the excommunication of the
rightful sovereign. His mother was a woman of colour, a Tartar
slave-girl, who passed for the wife of a _vetterale_ or courier, in the
pay of the Duke. He was a native of Colle Vecchio, near Riete, in
Umbria, and went by the name of Bizio da Collo, whilst the girl was
simply called Anna. Alessandro, later on, was made to feel the baseness
of his origin, for he was greeted contemptuously as "Alessandro da Colle
Vecchio!" His supposed father, Bizio, died in 1519, but Cardinal Giulio
de' Medici adopted him.

The two boys grew up together at the Vatican, alike in one respect
only, their mutual hatred of each other. They were, indeed, as unlike as
two boys could be. Ippolito, as the child of gentle parents, had an
aristocratic bearing. He was a clever lad and excelled especially in
classical learning, in music and poetry. In appearance he became
remarkably handsome, with polished manners and a fondness for spending
money and for ostentation.

Alessandro, on the other hand, exhibited the attributes of his low-born
mother. Physically well-made, he was dark of skin, with dark, curly
hair, thick lips, and close-set Eastern eyes. His tastes were unrefined.
He had none of Ippolito's gentleness and attractiveness, but in
disposition he was morose, passionate, and cruel. His manners were
marked by abruptness and vulgarity. He was no genius, and refused to
receive the lessons of his masters, and set at defiance all who claimed
authority. Alessandro was a shrewd lad all the same, and became
Clement's inseparable companion--no doubt he was his son!

Everybody noticed the mutual affection between "uncle" and "nephew,"
which gave clear indication of a nearer relationship. Clement's word was
Alessandro's law, and, when the cousins fell out, as they did many times
a day, the interference of their uncle brought peace, but for Ippolito
dissatisfaction, as he was usually ruled to be in the wrong. This boyish
rivalry led to more considerable emulation and the proprieties of the
Papal palace were rudely shaken by the quarrels and the struggles of the
cousins.

They were parted and removed each to a remote portion of the palace,
with separate suites of attendants, and their only meetings took place
in the private apartments of the Pope, and rarely. Thus Ippolito and
Alessandro entered upon their teens with no judicious, kindly, or
formative influences around them. It was said that each boy threw in the
other's face the fact of his illegitimacy, which fawning dependants had
revealed to them. Their environment and associates were most
undesirable, and nothing was done to instil and encourage sentiments of
honour, self-control, truthfulness, and charity. Their initiation into
the hypocrisies of spiritual life and ecclesiastical duty produced
distaste and contempt for religious exercises.

There was yet another protégée of Clement's left upon the world of
mutability and chance--an orphan child, the only issue of Lorenzo, Duke
of Urbino and his wife Maddalena, daughter of Jean de la Tour d'Auvergne
et de Bourbon. Married in 1518, the delicate young mother died in
childbirth the following year, leaving her sweet little baby girl,
Caterina, to the care of her broken-hearted husband.

The future Queen of France was placed with the foundling nuns of the
convent of Santa Lucia in the Via San Gallo. Thence she was removed to
the convent of Santa Caterina di Siena, back to the nuns of Santa Lucia
once more, and then handed over to the charge of the noble convent of S.
Annunziata delle Murate until 1525, when her aunt, Madonna Clarice de'
Medici, wife of Messer Filippo negli Strozzi, was constituted her
guardian and instructress.

Right well the new _governante_ carried out the instructions of Clement,
and she only relinquished her charge when the Pope commanded the young
girl, just eleven years old, to Rome. Apartments were provided for her
and her suite in the Palazzo Medici, where Madonna Lucrezia, Lorenzo il
Magnifico's daughter, and wife of Giacomo de' Salviati, was appointed
her protectress.

Without a mother's care, and tossed about here and there, Caterina grew
up devoid of high principles, and became the toy of every passing
pleasure and indulgence. All the eligible princes of Europe were, in
turn, supposed to be her admirers, and rivals for her hand and fortune.
And truly the last legitimate descendant, as she was, of the great
Cosimo, was a prize in the matrimonial market--if not for her beauty and
her virtues, at all events for her wealth and rank. Indeed, there was a
project, seriously entertained, seeing that the elder line of the Medici
had failed to produce a male heir, of acknowledging Caterina as "_Domina
di Firenze_," with a strong council of Regency to carry on the
government in her name.

This proposal did not gain any favour outside the Papal cabinet: in
Florence it was scouted with derision. Two violent politicians, if not
more, lost their heads over the young girl's destiny--Battista Cei, for
proposing that she should be placed in the lions' den, and Bernardo
Castiglione, for demanding that she should be put upon the streets of
Florence, wearing the yellow badge of woman's shame!

In Rome Caterina conceived at once an invincible repugnance for
Alessandro--her father's son. His appearance, his manner, his language
appalled her; probably she was not long before she knew the story of his
birth. On no account would she speak to him, and, if he entered an
apartment where she happened to be, she rushed out, crying,
"_Negrello--Bastardo!_"

With Ippolito, on the contrary, she was the best of friends. She admired
the good-looking boy, his talents for music, and his skill in
gentlemanly exercises. The Venetian ambassador at the Vatican remarked,
in a letter to his Government: "We have here a little Medici princess,
Caterina, the only child of the late Lorenzo, Duke of Urbino. She and
Don Ippolito, the bastard son of Duke Giuliano, are inseparable
companions. The boy is very fond of his young cousin, whilst she is
devoted to him. She has confidence in nobody else, and she asks him only
for everything she wants." Ultimately, of course, Caterina de' Medici
became Queen of France, as the consort of Henry II.

The trend of affairs in Florence gave Pope Clement grave anxiety, for,
of course, his own personal control became less and less effective upon
his elevation to the Papacy. Accredited representatives of the family
were required to be in residence there for the maintenance of Medici
supremacy. Alas, legitimate male heirs of the senior branch from Cosimo,
"_Il Padre della Patria_," were non-existent, and Giovanni delle Bande
Nere and his family would not, had he been chosen as _Capo della
Repubblica_, consent to be dependent upon Rome.

Clement took counsel with the Florentine ambassadors, who had been sent
to congratulate him upon his elevation. Very adroitly he placed by his
chair of state the two youths, who passed for Medici, and who were "as
dear to him as sons"--Ippolito and Alessandro. In compliment to the
Pope, and certainly not from conviction, the fourteen envoys agreed in
asking him to send the two boys to Florence, under the charge of a
worthy administrator, who should hold the reins of government in
Clement's name.

Delighted with the success of his stratagem, Clement chose the Cardinal
of Cortona, one of his most obedient and faithful creatures, to
accompany Ippolito, nearly sixteen years old, to Florence as
quasi-Regent for the lad. With them went, as Ippolito's chamberlains,
four Florentine youths of good birth who were favourites of the Pope,
Alessandro de' Pucci, Pietro de' Ridolfi, Luigi della Stufa, and Palla
de' Rucellai. The cortege was received in Florence without
demonstrations of any kind; but certainly Ippolito made a very
favourable impression by his good looks and gaiety. The Cardinal and his
companions drew rein first at the Church of the SS. Annunziata, where
they heard Mass, and they then rode on to the renovated Palazzo Medici.
A meeting of the _Signoria_ was convened, and by a narrow majority
Ippolito was declared eligible for the offices of State.

The appointment of Passerini was unfortunate. "He was," writes Benedetto
Varchi, "like most prelates, extremely avaricious; he had neither the
intellect to understand the Florentine character nor the judgment to
manage it, had he understood it." Ippolito assumed at once the style of
"Il Magnifico," and began to display a lust for power and a taste for
extravagance quite unusual in so young a lad. The Cardinal yielded to
every whim, and very soon a goodly number of courtiers rallied round the
handsome youth.

Having launched one of his protégés successfully upon the troubled sea
of Florentine politics, Clement despatched Alessandro, under the care of
Rosso de' Ridolfi, one of his most trustworthy attendants, with little
Caterina de' Medici. They were instructed to report themselves to
Cardinal Passerini, and then without delay to proceed to the Villa
Poggio a Caiano.

This was a very wise arrangement on the part of Clement, in view of the
strenuous rivalry and emphatic dislike the two lads had for each other.
The two were kept apart as they had been at the Vatican, but this led
naturally to the creation of rival parties and rival courts, each of
which acclaimed their respective young leaders as _Il Capo della
Repubblica_ and "_Il Signore di Firenze_." Better far as matters turned
out, had it been deemed sufficient to advance Ippolito alone. His
splendid talents--although linked to fickleness and inconsistency--and
his liberality, appealed to the Florentines, and he might have proved a
second Lorenzo il Magnifico.

The sack of Rome in 1527 and the imprisonment of Clement VII. in the
fortress of Sant Angelo, raised the spirits of the Republicans of
Florence. Niccolo de' Soderini, Francesco de' Guicciardini and Pietro
de' Salviati took up a strong position as leaders of a popular party,
and once more the cry of "_Liberta!_" "_Liberta!_" was raised. Cardinal
Passerini was advised to leave Florence and to take the two lads with
him.

Among those who escaped from Rome were Filippo negli Strozzi and his
wife Clarice. They posted off to Florence, and whilst Filippo temporised
with the Cardinal and with the party of reform on either hand, Clarice
declared openly for the opponents of her own family.

She attended a specially convened meeting of the anti-Medicean party,
and placed her services at their disposal. It was arranged that she
should visit the Cardinal the following day. Dressed superbly, wearing
the family jewels, and conveyed in a State sedan-chair, she proceeded to
the Palazzo Medici--the house of her fathers. Ippolito and Alessandro,
with their tutors and attendants, met her upon the grand staircase, and
conducted her to the presence of the Cardinal.

Standing in the Long Gallery, she poured forth a torrent of scornful
words upon the base-born scions of her family. "My Lord," she cried, "my
Lord, to what a pass has my family sunk. Do you think that any of my
great ancestors would have borne you so long. Alas! that my race has
none but female legitimate offspring." Then turning to the astonished
lads she continued: "You had better both look out for yourselves and go
away before the Cardinal here destroys you and Florence!"

Some of the suite tried to interfere and to pacify the enraged woman,
but to no avail, she went on vehemently to denounce the intrusion of the
two bastards.

"Begone, you who are not of the blood of the Medici, both of you, from a
house and from a city to which neither of you, nor your patron,
Clement--wrongfully Pope and now justly a prisoner in Sant Angelo--have
any legitimate claim, by reason of birth or of merit. Go at once, ye
base-born bastards, or I will be the first to thrust you out!"

Her hearers quailed under her invective, and Passerini humbly promised
to quit the palace, but when Clarice had gone, he sent for Filippo
negli Strozzi and expostulated with him. Filippo's apology was as quaint
as it was effective. "Had she not been," said he, "a woman and a Medici,
he would have administered to her such a public chastisement as would
have gone bad with her!" He, nevertheless, strongly advised the Cardinal
to depart, and he conveyed the intelligence that the lives of the two
lads were by no means secure, and that should anything happen to them,
the Pope would demand them at his hands.

On 29th May 1527, Cardinal Passerini, with Ippolito and Alessandro and
their suite, accompanied by Filippo, rode out to Poggio a Caiano, amid
the execrations of the populace. Thence they departed for Rome, where
the young men lived more or less quietly for two years in Clement's
private apartments at the Vatican.

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In spite of Ippolito's superiority of appearance, manners and
attainments, the Pope made no concealment of his preference for
Alessandro. He created him Duke of Citta di Penna--a fief within the
Papal States--and decided that the riches and greatness of the House of
Medici should be continued in Alessandro and not in Ippolito.

"Ippolito," wrote Varillas, "was seized with incredible grief and
indignation, and it seemed to him, that being older, a nearer relation
to the Pope, and better endowed by nature, so rich an inheritance
should rather be his ... either not knowing or not believing the rumours
that Alessandro was Clement's son."

Goaded by what he conceived to be a legitimate ambition, Ippolito posted
off to Florence with the idea of seizing the executive power. Clement
despatched Baccio Valori after him, with entreaties and promises, and
finding that he had no welcome among the Florentines, Ippolito returned
quietly to Rome.

The Pope immediately, and without consulting him, preconised him
Cardinal--greatly to his disgust. He had no wish for ecclesiastical
preferment, he was a soldier at heart, and meant to be ruler of
Florence. Clement noted the young man's partialities--he was only just
twenty years of age, and he encouraged him in his extravagant tastes by
liberally endowing his Cardinalate. A Brief "_In commendam_" was
bestowed upon him, whereby the revenue of all vacant benefices and Papal
dignities, for six months, were transferred to his account. Moreover, in
1529, he was appointed Archbishop of Avignon, Legate of Perugia, and
Administrator of the See of Casale. These fat endowments very
considerably affected Ippolito's position. In Rome he had a Court of
three hundred notable personages of all nations; his most intimate
friends were soldiers and statesmen of renown, and writers and artists
of the highest abilities and fame.

Clement having placated Ippolito, set to work to carry out his plans
for Alessandro. He wrote on his behalf to the Emperor Charles V. to
invite him on his way from Flanders, whither he had travelled to avoid
disputes with Ippolito, to visit the Imperial Court. Charles received
Alessandro with great honour, and expressed his pleasure at greeting the
near relative of the Pope.

A treaty was subsequently signed at Barcelona between Charles and
Clement, whereby it was agreed that Alessandro should espouse Margaret,
Charles' illegitimate daughter, and that Clement should create Florence
a Dukedom in favour of Alessandro. At the same time the Emperor was
asked to intercede between the rival cousins but he naively replied,
"Neither wants liberty but aggrandisement! Let them be."

Alessandro entered Florence on 5th July 1531 accompanied by Giovanni
Antonio Muscettola, envoy and chancellor of the Emperor. He proceeded to
the Palazzo Vecchio, there he read aloud the injunction of Clement,
countersigned by Charles, which established him as Duke of Florence. The
office of _Gonfaloniere di Giustizia_ was abolished, and the _Signoria_
restricted in their powers as merely consultative authorities. At the
same time the Republic was superseded and the citizens allowed to
exercise the franchise only in the election of civil magistrates.

The _coup d'état_ was complete and meekly enough the _Signoria_ declared
that--"Considering the excellent qualities, life and habits of the most
illustrious Duke Alessandro de' Medici, son of the late Magnificent
Lorenzo, Duke of Urbino; and in recognition of the many and great
benefits received, both spiritual and temporal, from the House of
Medici, he was eligible for all the offices of State."

Alessandro at once began to follow the bent of his base inclinations. As
supreme Head of the State he ruled autocratically, and set justice and
decency at defiance. The Florentines abashed by the pass in which they
found themselves, seemed powerless to oppose the Duke's aggression upon
their liberties. That had come to pass against which they had striven
for hundreds of years--Florence was subject to _Il governo d'un solo_.

Significantly enough, Alessandro took as his motto "_Un solo Signore,
una sola Legge_," and this he stuck up all over Tuscany. He applied it
quite autocratically by disarming the citizens, building fortresses,
banishing the disaffected nobles, and confiscating all properties he
coveted. These were but the beginnings of troubles.

Taxes were doubled, every office at court was held by a creature and
toady of the Duke, bribery and corruption of all kinds ruled the State,
and there appeared to be no limit to his lust and rapacity, and no
barrier against the chicanery of his adherents.

Added to all this was the dislocation of public order. Florence became a
hot-bed of immorality and a sink of iniquity. Women were openly
ravished in the streets, the inmates of convents were not spared, men
were wronged and removed suspiciously, the eyes and ears of the children
were assailed by unblushing depravity. The _oubliettes_ of the Bigallo
had their fill of victims.

"Tyrant of Florence" was the designation which best fitted the new
ruler. He destroyed the fabric of society and polluted the sanctity of
family life. Dismay and revenge alternated in the feelings of the
people. Those who dared, began to flock to Ippolito, who, with grim
satisfaction, received at his palace in Rome all disaffected refugees.
Meetings were held at Filippo negli Strozzi's house, and a movement was
set on foot for the overthrow of Alessandro and his dissolute
government. A deputation was sent to the Emperor Charles to complain of
the tyranny of the Duke and to expose his immoral life. This sealed
Ippolito's fate, for Alessandro at once took steps, not only to
checkmate the action of the deputation, but to circumvent the
destruction of his rival.

Clement had of course full knowledge of the condition of affairs in
Florence, and of the increase of hostility between the cousins, but both
he and Paul III., who succeeded him as Pope in 1534, kept Ippolito
engaged in military and diplomatic duties away from Italy. Knowing his
predilection for soldiering, he was despatched, at the head of eight
thousand horsemen, to the assistance of the Emperor against the Turks
who had invaded Hungary under the Sultan Soliman. His valour and ability
were remarkable; and the dash with which he marched, later on, to the
defence of Rome, marked him as a commander of rare distinction.

Returning once more to Rome, he abandoned himself to a career of
debauchery and extravagance. Catillo, his castle-villa at Tivoli, became
the resort of immoral and disreputable persons. The Pope sought to
redress the disorder: he owed much to Ippolito at the time of his
election to the Papacy, which was in a great measure achieved by his
keen advocacy, so he sent him on embassies to the Emperor at Barcelona,
and to the King of Naples, under promise of rich revenues.

At the castle of Fondi, near the little town of Itri in the Neapolitan
province of Terra di Lavoro, eight miles from the fortress of Gaeta, and
overlooking the high road from Rome to Naples, was living, in strict
retirement, a girl greatly beloved by the Cardinal. Giulia Gonzaga, such
was her name, was the attractive and clever daughter of Messer
Vespasiano Colonna, whose brother, Cavaliere Stefano, had taken a
prominent and honourable part in the defence of Florence during the
memorable siege of 1529-1530.

Giulia was certainly only one of the many eligible maidens proposed at
various times as a wife for the young ecclesiastic; but, in her case,
the betrothal was all but effected, and with the approval of Pope
Clement, whose conscience smote him when he saw that his handsome and
gay young nephew was anything but disposed to observe the conventions of
his Order.

Nevertheless, the lovers were parted, and Giulia was confined in the
conventual fortress, and carefully guarded. Pope Paul, it appears, did
not relax the imprisonment of the unfortunate girl, as he surely ought
to have done, in recognition of the Cardinal's successful advocacy of
his own advancement.

Naturally, poor Giulia pined and pined for her lover with whom, she was
of course forbidden to correspond. At length her health gave way, and
she appealed to her father to obtain just one interview with Ippolito
before she died. Reluctantly permission was given by the Pope, and
Ippolito, after the completion of his diplomatic duties in Naples,
sought the neighbourhood of his _innamorata_; ostensibly upon the plea
that his health needed the rest and change which the invigorating air of
the _Foresteria_, a sanatorium at Itri, offered.

Among Giulia's attendants was an old retainer of Alessandro de' Medici,
still devoted to his service, and mindful of youthful escapades together
at the Vatican. Him Alessandro persuaded, by means of a heavy bribe and
the promise of efficient protection, to undertake the removal of
Ippolito. Whilst dallying with his former mistress, the Cardinal fell
ill of malarial fever, common in the swampy plain of Garigliano, where
he had gone shooting snipe.

Giovanni Andrea da Borgo San Sepolcro, the accomplice of his master,
prepared some chicken broth, which he persuaded Ippolito to take. In
spite of its bitter taste he partook largely, but during the night he
was attacked with immoderate sickness. Before morning dawn the brilliant
career of Ippolito, Cardinal de' Medici, ended, and the harvest sun of
10th August 1535 rose upon his rigid corpse in Giulia's chamber!

The poisoner fled to Florence, and was lodged safely in the Palazzo
Medici, under the Duke's special protection. Alessandro received the
news of Ippolito's death with the utmost satisfaction. "Now," said he,
"the vile wasp is crushed at last!" The dead body of his victim was
buried hurriedly at Itri, but, by Pope Paul's direction, it was exhumed
and given honourable burial within the church of San Lorenzo-e-Damaso in
Rome. Paul lamented the tragedy which had removed his friend so cruelly,
and he boldly accused Alessandro of having brought it about.

No one died more regretted. All Rome was in deepest mourning, and great
and small thronged to his burial. He had played the part of Lord
Bountiful ungrudgingly and with indiscriminating liberality. Very
fittingly it was remarked that he bore as his motto "_Inter omnes_." He
had all the making of a great man, but fickleness, inconsistency,
impatience, and self-indulgence, belittled his reputation. Nevertheless,
his character shone resplendently when contrasted with that of his rival
Alessandro.

Ippolito de' Medici left a son by his mistress, Asdrubale, who became a
soldier and a knight of Malta.

Neither Pope nor Emperor made any very energetic protests to Alessandro,
but were busy with anxious personal enterprises--and self-interests
usually exclude any other. True, Charles wrote to the Duke and
questioned him about the death of Ippolito, and required that all the
facts of the case should be laid before him, but the matter ended there.
Alessandro made no reply!

In six months the sensation had blown over, and the Emperor visited
Florence in gorgeous State on 24th April. He was royally entertained by
Alessandro, but he made no friends among the nobles, and departed
without bestowing the usual honours. The Medici Palace had been
redecorated, and it witnessed a revival of the lavish hospitality of
Lorenzo il Magnifico.

Margaret of Austria entered the city for her marriage with Alessandro on
19th July 1536. She came from Naples accompanied by the Vice-Queen and
Cardinals Santi Quattro and Cibo. The nuptial Mass was sung at San
Lorenzo, and then the whole city was given over to feasting and
debauchery. "The young Duchess was serenely happy, for the Duke paid
her great court, and she knew not that he paid as much to other women of
all grades!" Banquets, masked balls, street pageants, _Giostre_, and
musical comedies crowded one upon another.

Among the wedding guests was Lorenzo di Pierfrancesco de' Medici, who
held the Lordship of Piombino, the lineal descendant and heir of Cosimo,
"_Il Padre della Patria's_" brother Lorenzo. His father died when he was
an infant, but his mother, Maria de' Soderini--a woman possessed of all
the prudence and culture of her family--devoted herself to his rearing
and education. Just twenty-three years old, he was small of stature and
slightly built, dark complexioned, and of a melancholy aspect. His
health was indifferent, and he was liable to uncontrollable fits of
passion: he was restless and dissatisfied, and the associate of low and
evil companions.

In Rome--where he had lived in the Medici "happy family" of the Pope--he
acquired the reputation of a coward and a provoker of disturbances. He
was fond of defacing and mutilating ancient monuments, and became liable
to pains and penalties from which Cardinal Ippolito rescued him. By his
depraved and foolish habits he greatly incensed Clement, who at length
dismissed him in disgrace. Lorenzo retired to Florence, where he was
welcomed and entertained by Alessandro. In return for favours Lorenzo,
nicknamed in Florence "_Lorenzino_," "Lorenzo the Little," became useful
to the Duke and appointed himself spy-in-chief of the Florentine exiles.
His studious character and his literary talent endowed him with another
and a worthier sobriquet "_Filosofo_," and he carried out the rôle by
dressing as a Greek and living as a sybarite. Devoted to the study of
the classics and encouraged by his sensuous tutor, Giovanni Francesco
Zeffi, when not engaged in vulgar orgies, he translated Plato and other
writers, and even composed a comedy, which he called _L'Aridosio_.

Lorenzino entered fully into the Duke's life of profligacy and became
his inseparable companion. Both of them admired physical charms and
indulged in all physical passions: they set a base fashion in Florence,
which degraded her men and women. They habitually made lewd jokes of
everything human and divine, and were noted for their cruelty to
animals. If Alessandro became execrated as "The Tyrant and Ravisher of
Florence," Lorenzino was scouted as "A monster and a miracle," and his
depreciative nickname underwent a new spelling--"_Lorenzaccio_,"--
"Lorenzo the Terrible!"

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Satiety of excesses produced a revulsion of feeling between the two
debauchees. Alessandro began to show irritation at his companion's
freedom. The latter refused to be corrected, and into his mind came
once more the inspiration of classical heroes of liberty and foes of
oppression. Why should he not be a Florentine "Brutus," and have his
name engraved upon the pinnacle of fame as the "Saviour of his Country!"
Lorenzino studied and studied well the part he now set himself to play.

Not a word did he breathe to man or woman of what was paramount in his
mind, and he made not the slightest difference in his intercourse with
Alessandro--indeed, he drew himself to him more intimately than ever.
The Carnival of 1536 saw the maddest of all mad scenes, and everything
and everybody ran wild riot. Disguised as country minstrels and mounted
upon broken-down donkeys, the two comrades rode about the city, paying
visits to their various mistresses and flatterers, and playing practical
jokes upon the respectable citizens they encountered.

Returning one evening, weary with their follies, they supped together at
the Palazzo Medici, and then Lorenzino inquired how they were to spend
the night.

"I shall go to bed," replied Alessandro, "for I am worn out."

"Caterina?" whispered Lorenzino.

Alessandro rose abruptly and said, "Lead on, Lorenzo, I will follow."

Seeing his valet and confidant, Giustiniano da Sesena, he said: "We are
going to Signore Lorenzino's, but what shall I put on?" Giustiniano
handed him a crimson silk dressing-gown, and asked him whether he would
wear his sword and steel gauntlets, or whether his cane and his scented
kid gloves would not be more suitable.

"Yes," the Duke replied, "toss me over my lovers' gloves, for I am about
to see my lady!"

Snatching a cloak, lined with fur, and grasping a light sword in his
hand, Alessandro left the palace by the garden wicket, followed by his
valet and two secret guards, Giomo da Carpi, and an Hungarian wrestler
nicknamed "Bobo."

Meanwhile Lorenzino had sought the street, and at the corner he found
his usual attendant, Michaele del Tovallaccino, a soldier possessed of a
splendid physique, combining the soft contour of Apollo and the brute
force of Hercules. His comrades called him "Scoronconcolo," on account
of his wild, lustful nature. "He could kiss and bite," they said, "at
the same time!"

"Michaele," said Lorenzino, "I want you to kill the man who is my
greatest enemy."

"My lord," replied the ruffian, "I am at your service. Tell me the name
of the fellow who has wronged you and I will kill him right off. I would
kill Jesus Christ himself if he hated you!"

"Stay at your post and I will return for you presently," said Lorenzino,
going on to his own house across the way.

In the Piazza San Marco he overtook Alessandro, who dismissed his
attendants, and went on alone with his cousin. In Lorenzino's chamber
was a good fire, and Alessandro, complaining of the heat, loosened his
attire and removed his sword, handing it to Lorenzino, who deftly
entangled the sash and belt in the hilt and placed it upon the bed.

"Where is Caterina?" inquired the Duke. "Why is she not here?"

"She is quite ready," was the reply, "and only awaits me to conduct her
hither."

"Go at once and delay not!" cried Alessandro.

Locking the door from without, and putting the key in his pocket,
Lorenzino hastened to Michaele.

This "Caterina" was Caterina Ginori, Lorenzino's mother's sister. Forced
by her father, Paolo d'Antonio de' Soderini, to renounce her lover,
Luigi degli Alamanni, and to marry Leonardo de' Ginori--a disreputable
spendthrift and gambler, who fled to Naples to escape his creditors--she
attracted the notice of Duke Alessandro. She was as accomplished as she
was beautiful and very commanding in appearance, the mother of
Bartolommeo, the giant manhood model of Giovanni da Bologna for his
famous "Youth, Manhood, and Age," miscalled "The Rape of the Sabines,"
in the Loggia de' Lanzi.

At the rendezvous Lorenzino slapped Michaele upon the shoulder.
"Brother," he said, "the moment has arrived. I have locked my enemy in
my room. Come on, now is your opportunity." "March!" was the ruffian's
terse reply.

"Don't fear to strike," said Lorenzino, as they strode on side by side.
"Strike hard, and if the man should seek to defend himself, strike still
harder. I trust you."

"Never you fear, my lord, were the man to swear he was the Duke or the
Devil, it matters not. Strike I will, and hard."

Mounting the stairs quietly, Lorenzino opened the door of his apartment
softly, and there lay Alessandro, fast asleep upon the bed, with his
face to the wall. Coward, as he was wont to call himself, he no longer
feared to slay the "Tyrant of his People," but whipping out his sword,
not waiting for Michaele's attack, he thrust it right through the Duke's
back!

With a frantic yell Alessandro stumbled upon the floor. "Traitor!
assassin!" he screamed. Then, turning his eyes full upon Lorenzino, he
faintly added: "This from thee--my lover!"

Alessandro made as though to defend himself, and with the red blood
gushing from his back, he threw himself upon his murderer and they
struggled on the floor.

Michaele was powerless to strike: his weapon might have slashed his
master. Alessandro, with dying energy, seized the hand of Lorenzino and
bit two of his fingers to the bone, so that the miscreant yelled with
agony. Then they parted--Lorenzino to bind up his broken bones and
Alessandro to staunch his wound. "At him," cried the madman, and
Michaele struck at him with his sword, cutting off his right cheek and
his nose, and then he got his dagger at his throat, and turned it round
in the gaping wound, until he nearly decapitated his unhappy victim.
Again Lorenzino heaved at him with his reeking weapon and fell upon him,
covering himself with blood, and bit his face in savage rage! Alessandro
fell away and lay, breathing heavily in a fearsome heap. Then Lorenzino,
chuckling with fiendish glee, roared out, "See, Michaele, my brother,
the wretch is dead!"

Raising the body of the still breathing Duke, his murderers threw it
upon the bed and covered it with the sheets. Then Lorenzino opened a
window and looked out upon the Via Larga, to see if anybody was about.
Not a soul was there. It was early morning, and by the new light of day
he tore off a piece of paper and scribbled upon it, with Alessandro's
blood, "_Vincit amor patriae laudumque immensa cupido_," and pinned it
over Alessandro's heart!

Both he and Michaele washed their hands and their swords--their clothes
they could not cleanse--and Lorenzino, having filled his pouch with the
money and jewels he possessed, they picked up their cloaks and hats,
and, locking the door behind them, departed. In the basement they
encountered Fiaccio, Lorenzino's faithful body-servant, groom and valet
combined, and he was bidden to follow his master.

The three made their way with haste to the residence of Bishop Angelo
Marzi, the chief custodian of the City Gates, of whom Lorenzino demanded
post-horses, showing to the servant Alessandro's signet-ring, which he
had pulled off his victim's finger. The Bishop made no demur, being well
accustomed to the erratic ways of the cousins. They took the road to
Bologna, where Lorenzino had the two broken fingers removed, and his
hand dressed, and then on they posted without further halt.

Lorenzino made at once for the house of Filippo negli Strozzi, the
leader of the exiled Florentines in that city, and rousing him from his
slumbers, embraced him with emotion, and said: "See, this is the key of
the chamber where lies the body of Alessandro. I have slain him. Look at
my clothes, this blood is his, no more shall Florence suffer at his
hands. Revenge is sweet, but freedom is sweeter!"

Filippo could scarcely believe the glad tidings, and surveyed his
visitor from head to foot. Lorenzino, noting his hesitation, called
Michaele into the room crying, "Here is Scoronconcolo the Assassin, and
I am Lorenzaccio the Terrible!"

"Thou art our Brutus, my Lord Lorenzino!" exclaimed Filippo, with tears
running down his cheeks. "Tarry awhile, till I can summon our chief
allies, and rest yourselves. Bravo! Bravissimo!"

Next day alarm spread through the Medici Palace when the Duke failed to
make his appearance, especially as at noon he had summoned a meeting of
his new Grand Council of Two Hundred. No one knew where he had gone.
Lorenzino was gone too, at least he did not make his usual early morning
call. All the houses of their mistresses and other boon-companions were
searched in vain, but apparently no one dreamt of calling at
Lorenzino's, across the way. Probably, it was thought, the two had gone
off to Cafogginolo--their favourite haunt.

Madonna Maria, Messer Jacopo de' Salviati's daughter, the widow of
Giovanni de' Medici, "delle Bande Nere," who resided near Lorenzino,
certainly heard loud cries which terrified her, but it was not an
unusual occurrence. Lorenzino had, in his villainous scheme, devised a
cunning decoy to accustom neighbours and passers-by to noisy behaviour.
He had repeatedly gathered in his house groups of young men with swords,
whom he instructed to cross their weapons as in serious self-defence,
and to cry out "Murder!" "Help!" and such like.

The first intimation of the tragedy was furnished by Lorenzino's porter,
who kept his keys--that of the bedchamber was missing and the door was
locked! The man sought an interview with Cardinal Cibo, then in
Florence, and his former master, and told him his fears. The door was,
by his order, forced and then, of course, the terrible truth was made
clear.

Under the pain of losing their heads, the Cardinal commanded absolute
secrecy on the part of the domestics and guards who had looked upon that
gruesome corpse. At the same time he ordered the game of "Saracino" to
be played in the _Piazza_ close by, to remove the fears of a fast
gathering crowd of citizens. When asked if he knew where the Duke was,
he replied quite casually: "Oh, don't worry about the Duke, he's in bed
of course, sleeping off the effects of last night's conviviality. He'll
appear when he thinks fit. Go away and mind your own affairs."

Somehow or another at last the news leaked out that Alessandro was dead,
and that Lorenzino had killed him. Cardinal Cibo convened the Council of
Forty-eight to discuss the situation. To him full powers were accorded
to administer the government for three days, until a settlement was
reached. This decision was most unpopular with the citizens, who began
to rise in opposition.

Just when another bloody revolution seemed imminent, Cosimo de' Medici,
the young son of Giovanni "delle Bande Nere," rode into the city,
accompanied by a few of his friends. Everywhere he was hailed with
enthusiastic cries--"_Evviva il Giovanni e il Cosimo_."

The young Duchess Margaret fled precipitately from the Via Larga to the
fortress of San Giovanni, which Alessandro had only just built and
fortified. With her went three young children--not her own indeed, for
she had proved to be barren,--but children she found in her husband's
house. By Florentine law they were recognised as belonging to the
family, and no one troubled about their precise origin.

These little ones were probably the issue of the Duke by a handsome
_contadina_ employed in the palace, who went by the name of Anna da
Massa. Francesco Guicciardini, however, says she was the Marchesa da
Massa, a noble lady, one of Alessandro's chief favourites. Giulio, some
five years old, became a soldier, and died Prior of the new military
Order of St Stephen of Pisa; Porczia died an enclosed nun in Rome; and
Giulia married Francesco de' Barthelemmi.

Margaret herself married Ottavio Farnese, Prince of Nepi and Camerino, a
lad of sixteen years of age, and, a second time, being left a widow, she
espoused the Duke of Parma, and died in 1586--fifty years after her
ill-starred marriage with Alessandro de' Medici.

It was reputed that shortly before his assassination, a Greek soothsayer
one day stopped the Duke's cortege in the street, and cried out, so that
all might hear: "Alessandro, Duke of Florence, thou shall be slain by a
relative, a thin man, small of stature, and dark of countenance. He will
have one accomplice. Beware!"

As for Lorenzino, whilst no action was taken publicly in Florence
against him--for, secretly all men, and openly the majority, praised his
act--there was a party whose members were sworn to avenge Alessandro's
blood. They enlisted a service of irreconcilables to track the murderer
to his death.

For eleven long years Lorenzino traversed land and sea, pursued, not
only by relentless foes, but tormented by an accusing conscience. He was
no Brutus to himself, but relapsed once more into a craven, stalking
coward. At length retribution overtook him, for two soldiers, devoted to
Alessandro's memory, hunted him down in the waterways of Venice, to
which he had returned. One day, in May 1548, Bedo da Volterra and
Cecchino da Bibonna caught him by the Rialto, unattended and unarmed,
and their daggers did the work as effectively for him as did his sword
for Duke Alessandro!

What became of Lorenzino's body nobody knew and nobody cared, probably
it was tossed by his assassins into the Grand Canal, and being washed
out into the sea, will await that day when the deep shall yield up all
that is therein.

Some authorities state that a reward of ten thousand gold florins was
offered for his head, that his effigy was burnt with every mark of
opprobrium in the Piazza della Signoria, and that the rabble pulled his
house down and burnt out the site.



CHAPTER III


MARIA, GIOVANNI, AND GARZIA.


_A Father's Vengeance_


"I will have no Cain in my family!" roared out Cosimo de' Medici--"_Il
Giovane_," Duke of Florence, in the forest of Rosignano.

"A Medico of the Medici," prompt in action and suave in repose, his hand
flew to his sword hilt, and the cruel, cold steel of a father's wrath
flashed in the face of Heaven! Duchess Eleanora made one swift step
forward, intent upon shielding her child, but she stood there transfixed
with horror--her arms and hands outstretched to the wide horizon in
silent supplication, her tongue paralysed!

The kneeling boy grasped his father's knees, weeping piteously, and
crying aloud in vain for mercy. Thrusting him from him, and spurning him
with his heavy hunting-boot, he plunged furiously his gleaming blade
into his son's breast, until the point came out between his
shoulderblades!

With one expiring yell of agony and terror, Garzia de' Medici yielded up
his fair young life, the victim of inexorable fate. It was high moon,
and the watchful stars, of course, could not behold the gruesome deed,
but over the autumn sun was drawn a grey purple mist, and gloom settled
upon the Maremma. And as the elements paled and were silent, a hush
overspread wild nature, not a beast in the thicket, not a bird on the
bough, stirred. Sighs siffled through the bracken and the heather, and
the roar of the distant sea died away in moaning at the bar.

With a suffocating sob, as though stabbed to death herself, the Duchess
swooned upon the ground, and, whilst the courtiers in the company
hastened to her assistance, the huntsmen reverently covered the still
quivering body of the young prince with their embroidered livery cloaks.

Not much more than a mile away another corpse was being gently borne by
tender loving hands--it was Giovanni's, Garzia's elder brother, the
young Cardinal.

Giovanni de' Medici was dead--Garzia was dead; and two virgin souls were
winging their flight to join their murdered sister Maria in the Paradise
of Peace.

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Cosimo, Duke of Florence, was the son of Giovanni de' Medici--called
"_delle Bande Nere_" and Maria de' Salviati. Born in 1498, at Forli,
Giovanni--also known as "_Giovannino_" to distinguish him from his
father Giovanni, "_Il Popolano_"--was destined from his cradle to a
military career. With such a mother as Caterina, the natural daughter
of Galeazzo Maria Sforza, Duke of Milan, he was bound to acquire with
her milk the instincts of a pushful personality.

Pope Leo X., who was a Florentine of the Florentines, extended his
zealous patronage to the rearing and the training of his youthful
relative. If not a caster of horoscopes, he was a reader of character,
and, son as he was of Lorenzo "Il Magnifico," he foresaw a future for
"_Giovannino_" fraught with immense importance to his family and his
native city.

After receiving his early training as a soldier in Rome, attached to the
staff of one or other of the _Condottieri_, young Giovanni was appointed
to a military command with the Papal army in Lombardy, when he was
little more than out of his teens. His splendid physique and his prowess
in friendly encounter, revealed the lion that was in him. The leader in
all boyish pranks and rivalries, he displayed intrepid courage and
unfailing resourcefulness when called upon to prove his metal. To strike
quickly and to strike hard, he knew very well meant the battle half
won--hence there was added to his sobriquet two significant
appellations--"_L'Invincible_" and "_Il Gran Diabolo_!"

The troops under his command were, as was the rule in the Papal armies,
composed of motley companies of alien mercenaries and forced levies,
but, in addition, very many soldiers of fortune, attracted by his fame,
rallied to his banner. Very soon the "_Bande Nere_," as Giovanni's
force was called, gave evidence that they had no equals in equipment and
efficiency. Their leader took as his models the infantry of Spain and
the cavalry of Germany. Each man wore a black silk ribbon badge, and
each lance bore its black pennon--hence the "_Bande Nere_."

It has been said of Mars, the God of War, that he was susceptible to the
wiles of Venus, even when intent on deeds of daring, so, too, was it
true of Condottiere Giovanni de' Medici. Although born outside the "City
of the Lily," and the child of a non-Florentine mother, he and his were
always on terms of good relationship with the gentle Duke Lorenzo. His
associations with Florence were of the closest nature, and
"_Giovannino_" was quite content to look for his bride among the
marriageable maidens there.

With an ever open eye to a goodly marriage portion, Messer Giovanni "_Il
Popolano_" viewed the daughters of the Salviati with approval. That
house was famous for its financial prominence--rivalling that of his
own, and Messer Giacopo's three girls were noted for good looks and
clever brains. Whether love, or money, was the magnet, or whether the
two ran together in double harness, young "_Giovannino_" took tight hold
upon the reins, and he and Maria Salviati were betrothed in the autumn
of 1517.

To be sure there was a difficulty about the new marital habitation, for
a soldier upon active service has no settled home. Love, however, knows
obstacles only to overcome them, and so, somehow or another, the young
Madonna brought into the world, one wintry day in February--it was the
nineteenth--1519, her first-born, a son. Cosimo they christened him,
perhaps after his great ancestor Cosimo "_Padre della Patria_"--
"_Cosimonino_." When mother and child could be moved Giovanni sent them,
for safety, into Florence, where they were lovingly welcomed by her
parents, Messer Giacopo de' Salviati and his wife Lucrezia, daughter of
Lorenzo il Magnifico.

Pope Leo X., who had in his heart ambitious desires for the predominance
of his House, not alone in Tuscany but throughout Italy, regarded the
young soldier as one of his most trusty lieutenants. Designing, as he
did, to create Giuliano,--later Duke of Nemours,--King of Naples and
Southern Italy, and Lorenzo,--Duke of Urbino,--King of Lombardy and
Northern Italy, he made Giovanni "delle Bande Nere" Commandant of the
Papal armies.

Leo spent much time in Florence, having the Condottiere by his side, and
using him as an envoy,--first to the King of France, and, then to the
Emperor, in matrimonial negotiations which concerned Giuliano and
Lorenzo. The imbroglio about the Duchy of Milan found him at the head of
the Papal contingent of the Imperial army, but his success as commander
was checked by a disastrous peace concluded by the Pope. The early
years of young Cosimo's life were critical in the affairs of Tuscany; a
fierce struggle for the suzerainty of all Italy was being fought out
between Francis I. and Charles V. The Pope, Clement VII.--Cardinal
Giulio de' Medici--who had succeeded Adrian VI. in 1523, sided with
either party as suited his ambitions best. When favourable to the
French, he handed over one division of the Papal army to the king, who
confirmed Condottiere Giovanni de' Medici in his command.

At Borgoforte he was shot in the knee, and again at Pavia, where Francis
was routed and taken prisoner. The campaign continued and Giovanni was
always in the front rank of battle until, outside Mantua, he was
mortally wounded and died within the fortress, on 30th November, 1526,
at the early age of twenty-nine.

An interesting little story concerns the first anniversary of Cosimo's
birth. His father dreamed, on the eve of that day, that he saw his son
asleep in his cradle, and over his head he beheld a royal crown! In the
morning he did not tell Madonna Maria what he had seen in the
night-watches, but something prompted him to test the will of
Providence. Accordingly he told his wife to take the precious little
babe up to the balcony on the second floor of the Palazzo Salviati, in
the Via del Corso.

"Throw down the child," he cried from the street below. The Madonna
refused, and rated her husband for his madness, but he insisted, and
threatened so vehemently, that at last, in abject terror, she let go her
hold of her babe. The boy leaped from her arms into the air, and, whilst
the distracted mother uttered a wail of anguish, Giovanni deftly caught
his little son in his arms. The child chortled merrily, as if enjoying
his weird experience, and, inasmuch as he never so much as uttered the
slightest cry of fear, the intrepid Condottiere felt perfectly reassured
as to the auspicious presage of his dream.

"That's all right," he exclaimed, "my vision was no fantastic
picture--my bonnie boy will live to be a prince--Prince of Florence!"

Madonna Maria, left so young a widow--she was only
twenty-five--consecrated her life to the care of her young son--just
eight years old--and, under her parental roof in the Via del Corso, she
engaged some of the best teachers of the day to undertake his education.
Cosimonino's aptitude for military affairs and his taste for chemical
studies soon made themselves apparent.

But the doting mother had a secret enemy, her child's enemy indeed, an
enemy so powerful, and by all accounts so relentless, that her life
became a burden in her efforts to shield her boy from peril. That enemy
was no less a person than the Pope!

Clement, of course, knew very well of the existence of Giovanni delle
Bande Nere's son and heir, and whilst he hailed the death of the father
as a gain for his personal ambition, he feared the life of his child
would peril his hopes for Alessandro, his own illegitimate son. Cosimo,
Giovanni's boy, must be kept out of the way at all hazards, and Maria
the widow was very soon well aware of the Pope's aims.

By every means in his power, Clement strove to obtain possession of
little Cosimo, but his mother was as watchful as she was prudent, and,
till her boy reached his twelfth year, she never let him go out of her
sight and keeping. She took him away to remote parts of Italy with
trusty attendants, that the Pope might not discover their whereabouts.
Then she chose a faithful friend of her family, Maestro Pierfrancesco
Riccio da Prato, to superintend his further education. If not the wisest
of teachers, he was admirable for the exact discharge of his duties and
inculcated the best traditions of the Medici.

Together tutor and pupil visited many parts of Central Italy and spent
some time at Venice, the chief subject of their studies being the heroic
doings of the ancient Greeks and Romans. This was the usual curriculum
for growing boys, and doubtless its observance induced that admiration
of tyrannicide which marked the character of so many young Florentines.

In 1523, when Clement so artfully persuaded the Florentine ambassadors
to request the despatch of the two bastards, Ippolito and Alessandro,
to Florence, the only man who maintained his opposition was Messer
Giacopo de' Salviati, and he again protested in person both to Clement
in Rome and before the _Signoria_ in Florence, against the creation of
Alessandro as Head of the Republic. Once more this "loyal citizen"
withstood the bastard Duke, when he put his hand to the building of the
fortress of San Giovanni. Naturally, Messer Giacopo's opposition excited
the animosity of Alessandro, who, if he did not actually inspire his
assassination, was, at all events, privy to it.

But in spite of all, Cosimo grew and flourished, displaying his father's
courage and his mother's prudence. At fifteen, his character appeared to
be already formed. He was grave of aspect and severe in manner, very
backward in forming friendships, and intolerant of familiarities.

In 1536, the Emperor Charles and his court were in residence at Bologna,
and, hearing that young Cosimo de' Medici was also in the city, the
monarch sent for him and received him with marked cordiality. Observing
the young man's bearing and evident force of character, Charles took him
by the arm and, placing his hand upon the lad's shoulder, said to him:
"You are fortunate, young man, to have had for your father a soldier who
made both France and Spain tremble!"

Between fifteen and eighteen we have few records of Cosimo's life and no
hint as to where he was during the terrible years of tyranny and
debauchery in Florence. Anyhow, Duke Alessandro owed him no kindness,
nor did he enter into any relations with him. What dealings he had with
Lorenzino and Giuliano, his cousins, are unknown. They were nearer the
succession to the ducal throne than himself--indeed, the former was
regarded as next heir to Alessandro. In all probability the young man
lived with his mother at the villa at Castello which had belonged to his
father, and kept himself very much out of sight.

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The news of Duke Alessandro's assassination very soon got about, and
groups of citizens gathered in the Via Larga and also in the Piazza del
Signoria. Although considerable excitement pervaded those assemblages,
the people remained quiet and self-controlled. "Everybody," as Benedetto
Varchi has recorded, "spoke out quite fully, as though no one doubted
but that the Greater Council of the city would at once be summoned. They
debated as to who would be chosen _Gonfaloniere_, and whether for life
or not. Meanwhile the Council of Forty-eight had assembled at the Medici
Palace at the call of the Cardinal (Cibo), and were in conference in the
long gallery upstairs."

Cardinal Cibo was the son of Maddalena de' Medici, Lorenzo il
Magnifico's eldest daughter. He with Francesco de' Guicciardini and
Francesco de' Vettori had constituted themselves, in a sort of way,
mentors and advisers to the murdered Duke, who was only too glad to free
himself of some of the distasteful duties of State, and confide them to
anyone who would relieve him of them.

As for a successor to Alessandro, the Cardinal at first suggested
Giulio, the Duke's bastard son, a child of eight years of age. The
Council scouted the idea of another regency, and intimated plainly their
intention to seek an adult Head of the Government. Full powers were
given to the triumvirate to carry on State business during the
interregnum--a decision which greatly displeased the populace. On
dispersing from the conference the councillors were greeted with
derisive cries--"If you cannot make up your minds, we must do it for
you!"

During the adjournment the Cardinal and his two successors took counsel
with the Strozzi and other influential men in and beyond Florence, and
called to their aid the four Florentine Cardinals, Salviati, Gaddi,
Pucci, and Ridolfi. Paul III.--naturally anxious to have a finger in the
pie--despatched Roberto negli Strozzi with fifteen hundred mounted men
to hold Montepulciano, and at the same time directed the Cardinals to
join him there. The Papal nominee was Giuliano, younger brother of
Lorenzino, the Duke's murderer--an entirely impossible choice.

Madonna Maria de' Medici was at her father's villa at Trebbio, but at
once she despatched couriers to hasten her son's return from Bologna,
whither he had gone for study and for pleasure. She invited Cibo and
Guicciardini to meet him, and to take counsel with her concerning his
claims on Florence. Instructed by his astute mother, the young man paid
great court to the two visitors, and charmed them exceedingly. The
Cardinal was at once converted to the Madonna's views. Both he and
Messer Guicciardini were struck by Cosimo's appearance--tall, well-made,
and good-looking, he had a manly carriage, and his assured yet courteous
manner left nothing to be desired.

On the three councillors' return to Florence, they were met by Señor
Ferrante de Silva, Conte de Cifuentes, the Spanish ambassador, who was
commanded by his master to support the candidature of Cosimo de' Medici.

The Emperor, Charles V., moreover, sent Bernardino da Rieti as special
envoy, to enforce his views upon the "Forty-eight," and with him went a
force of two thousand Spanish troops from Lerici--where they were in
garrison, partly with a view to overawe the Council, and partly for the
protection of the widowed Duchess Margaret. It was concurrently reported
that the Emperor had another project in view, namely to marry his
daughter to young Cosimo. At any rate, Margaret was directed to remain
in Florence and at the Medici Palace.

Conferences were held daily, both in the Medici Palace and in the
Palazzo Vecchio. To Francesco de' Guicciardini was committed the duty of
formally proposing Cosimo--commonly called "Cosimonino"--as Head of the
State. At once Palla de' Rucellai rose in opposition, but his party in
the Council was in the minority. The deliberations were disturbed by the
entrance of the French ambassador, who came to press upon their
lordships' attention the claims of little Duchess Caterina, Duke
Lorenzo's only legitimate child. The proposition met with unanimous
disapprobation, and fell to the ground.

Outside, in the Piazza, was a shouting, struggling crowd of citizens,
something unusual was going on, and the cries of the people penetrated
the windows of the Council Chamber--"_Evviva il figlio di Giovanni delle
Bande Nere!_" "_Evviva il Cosimonino!_" "_Evviva Cosimo il Duca di
Firenze!_"

The Council rose at once, without coming to a decision, but each member
of it understood the import of that cry, and each was quite ready to
accept the popular verdict. As they regained the street they saw a
youthful cavalier, with a small mounted retinue, surrounded by an
enthusiastic crowd of citizens. They had ridden fast from the Mugello
and were covered with dust.

"Signor Cosimo," wrote Benedetto Varchi, "arrived in Florence with but a
few followers. As the son of Signor Giovanni, of fair aspect and having
always displayed a kindly disposition and a good understanding, he was
liked greatly by the populace, and they hailed him as heir to Duke
Alessandro, with marked affection. Affecting neither grief nor joy, he
rode on with an air of serene importance, showing rather his merit for
the throne than his wish for it. Dismounting at the palace, he visited
Cardinal Cibo, and expressing his regret at the Duke's sanguinary death,
went on to say that like a good son of Florence he had come to place not
only his fortunes but his life at the service of his country."

Cosimo was named Head of the State, not Duke, on four conditions:--

1. To render justice indifferently to rich and poor.

2. Never to disagree with the policy of the Emperor.

3. To avenge the death of Duke Alessandro.

4. To treat his three illegitimate children with kindness.

Those who come to the front through their own genius or their destiny,
upon the first step of the throne accept the conditions of their
appointment, but, upon the last step, they commonly impose their own
upon their makers. Consequently, although but a youth of nineteen years
of age at the time of his opportune arrival in Florence, Cosimo at once
showed his intention of assuming personally and untrammelled the
government of the State. Cardinal Cibo and Francesco de' Guicciardini,
who had been the first to recognise not only his claim but his fitness
to rule, were very tactfully set aside, and others, who might be
expected to assert powers of direction and supervision, were quietly
assigned to positions where they could not interfere with his freedom of
action.

Within six months of his acclamation by the people as "Head of the
State," Cosimo obtained from the Emperor Charles V. the full recognition
of his title of Duke of Florence.

There were great doings at the Palazzo Medici in the May of 1539, when
Cosimo welcomed his bride, Donna Eleanora, second daughter of Don Pedro
de Toledo, Duca d'Alba, the King of Spain's Viceroy at Naples. She was
certainly no beauty, but a woman of estimable qualities, and profoundly
imbued with the spirit of devotion. Hardly, perhaps, the wife Cosimo
would have chosen, had not reasons of State as usual guided him.
Eleanora, nevertheless, proved herself a worthy spouse and an exemplary
mother.

Within the palace Eleanora was shocked to find a little child, "_La
Bia_"--short for "_Bambina_," "Baby"--she was called, some two years
old. No one seemed to know quite who was her mother. Some said she was a
village girl of Trebbio, and others, a young gentlewoman of Florence.
Only Cosimo's mother, Madonna Maria, knew, and she refused to reveal the
girl's identity, but she admitted that "La Bia" was Cosimo's child.
Eleanora would not tolerate her presence in the palace, so Cosimo sent
her off with several attendants to the Villa del Castello, where,
perhaps fortunately, she died on the last day of February the following
year.

The first years of Cosimo's government were years of unrest and peril
throughout Tuscany. The adherents of the dead bastard Duke were neither
few nor uninfluential. Encouraged by the Clementine coterie in Rome, the
members of which had from the first opposed Cosimo's succession to the
Headship of the Republic, they made the Florentine Court a hot-bed of
intrigue and strife.

The party, not inconsiderable, which supported the claims of Giuliano,
younger son of Pierfrancesco the Younger, and brother of Lorenzino,
Alessandro's murderer, gave much trouble. Giuliano, who had been an
associate of the Duke and an abettor of Lorenzino's "devilries," fled
precipitately from Florence, and sought the protection of the Duke of
Milan. Lorenzino's confession was written partly with a view of removing
suspicion from his brother, and to leave unprejudiced the claims of his
father's family. There were many other cliques and parties, great and
small, each bent upon the other's destruction in particular and upon the
undoing of the Republic in general.

By far the most formidable opposition to Cosimo's rule came from Venice,
whence the Florentine exiles, under the command of Filippo negli
Strozzi's two sons, Piero and Roberto, who had married Lorenzino's
sisters, Laudomia and Maddalena, raised, with the assistance of the King
of France, a strong force, and invaded Tuscany.

It needed not the persuasion of Madonna Maria to urge Cosimo to action,
although her active representations to the Emperor--which obtained the
Imperial sanction and promise of co-operation--were important factors in
his resolution. Cosimo gathered together what men he could rely upon in
Florence, and when once his battle-banner was unfurled with the black
pennon of his redoubtable father, numbers of old campaigners hastened to
his support.

On 31st July, 1537, the opposing forces met in the valley of Montemurlo.
Cosimo displayed much of the daring and ability of his father, and
victory was never in doubt. The Strozzi and Baccio Valori were taken
prisoners to Florence, bound upon broken-down farm-horses, and their
forces were dispersed. It was reported that in the heat of the battle
Otto da Montanto, an Imperial officer, riding past Cosimo, lowered the
point of his sword as he shouted, "Forward, Signore, to-day the fortunes
of the Emperor and of Cosimo de' Medici will prevail!"

Cosimo wore no velvet gloves in dealing with his enemies, secret and
pronounced. Arrest, confiscation, torture, banishment, and execution
thinned once more the ranks of the noblest families of Tuscany. Filippo
negli Strozzi, who was regarded as the leader of the anti-Cosimo party,
was taken prisoner and cast into the fortress of San Giovanni.
Apparently his aim was not a restoration of a Papal nominee to the
Headship of the State, but his own advancement to that position. He was
put on the rack, and eventually done to death by Cosimo's orders.

The years 1538, 1539 and 1540, are deeply dyed with the blood of
victims. Florentine vengeance again proved itself satisfied only with
wholesale annihilation. It has been computed that in the latter year
alone, nearly five hundred men and women, chiefly of good family and
high distinction, came by violent deaths. Of these, one hundred and
forty-six were decapitated by Cosimo's express orders!

Perhaps "The Terror" was inevitable, but it revealed in a lurid light
the revengeful and implacable temper of the young ruler. If he had
inherited, through many generations, the craft and pushfulness of the
Medicis, he had also become possessed of some of the brutality of the
Sforzas, through his grandmother Caterina, natural daughter, by the
lovely but dissolute Lucrezia Landriani, of Galeazzo Maria, Duke of
Milan. This prince possessed all the worst points of a Renaissance
tyrant, and was "a monster of vices and virtues": perhaps he was insane,
at all events, Caterina was accustomed to speak of him as "_Uno
Fantastico_!"

There was at least one ray of sunshine in that year of swift, dark
deeds, for, in less than a month after poor little "_La Bia_" had flown
back to Heaven, as lovely and as precious a gift as ever came to gladden
the hearts of young parents was vouchsafed to Cosimo and Eleanora, in
the birth of their first-born, a girl.

In the _Registri dei Battezzati dell' Opera di Santa Maria del Fiore_ is
the following record: "On April 13th, 1540, was baptised a female child
of the Duke of Cosimo, born on the third day of the same month, and she
was registered in the name of Maria Lucrezia." Alas, the joy of that
natal day was marred by the solicitude which the delicacy of the frail
infant caused her father and mother. No one thought she could live, but
Duchess Eleanora was a tender nurse, and her weaning caused the cradle
to rock with hope as well as love.

Just twelve months later a baby brother came to keep little Maria
company, a strong and vigorous boy, dark-haired and sallow like his
Spanish mother. He was christened Francesco, after the patron saint of
his day of birth. Cosimo was not in Florence at the time, he had gone to
pay his respects to the Emperor Charles V. at Genoa.

The object of his visit to the Imperial Court was to thank Charles for
the German bodyguard of _Landesnechte_ which he had sent to Florence to
defend the Medici Palace and its inmates during the three years of
disorder and repression, and to ask for an extension of their services.

Florence was full of Spaniards who had occupied Tuscany in force under
the Commendattore Raimondo da Cardona, and who had helped in the
terrible sack of Prato. They were a menace to peace and order in the
city, and brawls between them and the citizens were of daily occurrence.

Duchess Eleanora perhaps naturally held with her fellow-countrymen,
certainly she made a poor attempt to conceal her dislike for Florence
and its people. At Santa Maria Novella she endowed a chapel for Mass,
which served as a rallying-point for the foreigners, and acquired
thereby its name, _Cappella degli Spagnuoli_.

The Duchess had, however, other than quasi-patriotic duties to perform,
for, in 1542, she again became the mother of a little daughter--Isabella
Romolá they called her, in compliment to beloved Spain. She was, like
Francesco, a healthy child, and she was fair, as "playful as a kitten,"
and thoroughly Medici in temperament.

Cosimo busied himself in peaceful pursuits. He greatly encouraged the
arts and crafts, and set on foot sagacious reformation of the conditions
and activities of the great Trade Guilds. The College of Science was due
to his patronage; and, in 1540, he extended his special protection to
the Florentine Academy--whence sprang the still more famous Accademia
della Crusca.

Still due regard was paid to the exigencies of political peace and the
maintenance of safeguards, Throughout Tuscany Cosimo raised forts and
works of defence. All the more important towns were fortified, and
entrenched camps and bastions were erected at San Martino in Mugello,
and at Terra del Sole. He kept his hand upon the pulse of Florence: no
slackening of restraint was possible. The men who had acclaimed him in
1537 were quite capable of crying out for his supersession at any time.
Fickle indeed were the Florentines ever, but in Cosimo they had a master
who would not let them go.

The Duke's family was growing fast, and each year as it passed gave him
a precious hostage to love and to fortune. The Duchess, in 1543, brought
forth her fourth child, another boy, called Giovanni, after his
grandfather, and in honour of good St John the Baptist, the patron saint
of Florence. Lucrezia followed in 1544, and then there came and went in
1545 and 1546 Antonio and Piero. Garzia was born in 1547. A year sped
by, and in 1549, Ernando or Ferdinando, made his appearance and then
came a barren season, and when, perhaps, it had been concluded that the
Duchess had ceased child-bearing, came a great surprise, one more little
son, in 1554, Piero was his name.

Meanwhile, Maria had been growing fast along with her many brothers and
sisters. At the age of eight or nine she was an attractive little
damsel. "Tall for her age, with a face not only pretty, but
intelligent, and as merry and as full of life as was possible. Her broad
forehead was indicative of more than ordinary mental power." Her thirst
for knowledge and her power of acquisition delighted her doting father
and mother.

Maria was reared with all the care that love and hope could inspire, and
at her mother's knee she learned her first lessons. The unhappy result
of poor young Caterina's education proved to Duke Cosimo that the
convent was no place for her, and, although he placed Alessandro's
illegitimate little daughters, Giulia and Porczia, with the good nuns,
he resolved that no such experience should be that of his own dear
children. The common saying, "The cow that is kept in the stall gives
the best milk" had for him a special significance!

Florentine children were noted for precocity and cruelty. Perhaps the
tragedy of Giacopo de' Pazzi, and the mauling of his mutilated body by
the street urchins, had left their marks on succeeding generations of
boys and girls. The most popular pastime was mimic warfare, wherein the
actualities of wounds and even deaths were common constituents. Every
dangerous sport was encouraged and, if by chance, or by intent, a boy
killed his rival, nobody cared and few lamented. The spirit of revenge
was openly cultivated, and cruelties of all kinds were not reprimanded.
 Whether Cosimo's children shared in the general juvenile depravity, it
is impossible to say: they were, as they left the nursery, kept hard at
work with their lessons--Maria certainly, and probably Isabella, shared
the studies of their brothers. At first, Maestro Francesco Riccio, who
had been their father's tutor also, grounded them all in Greek, Latin,
grammar, music, and drawing; and then Maestro Antonio Angeli da Barga, a
scholar and writer of considerable merit, took them through the higher
subjects of composition, poetry, rhetoric, and geometry.

Foreign languages--at least French and Spanish--were not forgotten, for,
before Donna Maria was eight years old, she spoke the latter tongue with
fluency. The very learned Maestro Pietro Vettori, when he joined the
household of the Duke as teacher of Greek and philosophy to Don
Francesco, was greatly struck by the young girl's attainments, and so
charmed was he by her sprightly manner, that he obtained permission for
her to join her brother's lessons.

Donna Maria, before she was twelve, could read and quote Homer with
ease. She composed elegantly in Greek and Latin, and, possessed of a
remarkably sweet and sympathetic voice, she was able to recite from
memory, and even to expound her own juvenile opinions, both in Latin and
in Tuscan.

Cosimo and Eleanora inhabited the Medici Palace, in the Via Larga, just
five years, and then he transferred his official residence to the
Palazzo Vecchio. This he did to show that he was absolute ruler of
Tuscany as well as head of the Medici family. With the skilled
assistance of Tasso, the architect, and Vasari, the painter, he set
about structural and decorative alterations and adornments, which
rendered the old building more suitable as a residence for the
Sovereign.

In 1549 Duchess Eleanora purchased the Pitti Palace from Buonaccorso
Pitti, for 9000 gold florins, and laid out the adjacent gardens. There
the Duke and Duchess took up their residence with their family and their
suite.

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Among young aspirants to fame and fortune, who enrolled themselves in
the "_Bande Nere_," were several scions of the proud and warlike Rimini
family of Malatesti. One branch of the family held the Marquisate of
Roncofreddo, and their stronghold was the castle of Montecodruzzo.
Marquis Leonida de' Malatesti was the happy father of many sons and
daughters. After the premature death of the Condottiere Giovanni de'
Medici, his sons maintained their allegiance and devotion to the cause
of his son Cosimonino.

Giacopo and Lamberto, elder sons, became esquires of the young Medico,
and were of the party which entered Florence on that memorable day in
1537. A younger boy, Malatesta, followed his brothers' example, for, in
1548, in the list of officers and men of the Ducal household in
Florence, appears his name as a page, but of the tender age of ten.

The lad was possessed of the vigour and spirit of his race, and it
required all the patience and tact of Frate Cammillo Selmi, the Master
of the Pages, to keep him in order. His pugnacious disposition attracted
the attention of the Duke, and his pretty looks and fair hair charmed
the Duchess. One other recommendation the young boy had--his father's
fidelity and worthy services, and he was looked upon as a pet of the
palace, and became rather a playmate than an attendant of the Duke's
family. Besides, his mother was a Florentine--she was Madonna Cassandra,
the daughter of Messer Nattio de' Cini, a devoted adherent of the
Medici.

Many were the escapades in which Francesco, Giovanni, Garzia, and
Ernando, the Duke's sons, were joined by young Malatesta de' Malatesti
and other pages of the household. One such boyish prank, when the Court
was at Pisa, in the winter of 1550, had a tragic ending. In the pages'
common room the lads were playing with shot-guns, which were supposed to
be unloaded. Picking up one of these, by mere chance, Malatesta aimed it
jokingly at his companions, when to his and their alarm the weapon
exploded, and, sad to behold, poor young Francesco Brivio, a son of
Signore Dionisio Brivio of Milan, a fellow page, fell to the ground
mortally wounded.

Consternation reigned in the palace, the Duke's private physician,
Maestro Andrea Pasquali, was sent for in all haste from Florence, and
everything was done for the unfortunate lad, but, on the fourth day--it
was just before Christmas--the promising young life passed away.

Malatesta, with his heart breaking, was confined in the guard-room, and
there he remained pending the Duke's decision. Every one was grieved
beyond measure at the tragic occurrence, but all took Malatesta's part.
The young Medici were eager and united in their version of the affair,
moreover Donne Maria and Isabella were filled with pity for the unhappy
young prisoner. Indeed, the former regarded him with a sister's love:
she was just ten and the lad thirteen, and she pleaded with the Duchess,
her mother, to have the boy released.

The Duke sent for Signore Tommaso de' Medici, the Chamberlain of the
Court, and gave him instructions to set the boy at liberty, after
administering the useful punishment of twenty strokes with a birch rod,
and giving him a severe reprimand and caution!

Signor Brivio and his wife, of course, were dreadfully cast down by
their sad bereavement, and both wrote piteously to the Duke, and so did
Marchese Leonida de' Malatesti. Cosimo sent very sympathetic letters in
return: that to the Marchese was as follows: "... Consideration has been
given ... it has not been found that there was any malice between the
boys.... Do not trouble yourself any further about the matter, for your
boy remains in our service, in which we hope he will behave as he ought,
and we hold you in the same esteem as we have ever done. May God
preserve you."

Young Malatesta grew to be a fine, high-spirited soldier of the Duke's
bodyguard. Loyal to the core to his master, and ambitious for the honour
of his family, no enterprise was beyond his scope, no obstacle
insurmountable. Intercourse between the princes and princesses and
himself became naturally less familiar, but the affections of early boy
and girlhood are not easily dissipated; and so Malatesta de' Malatesti
and Maria de' Medici found, but, alas, for their woe and not for their
weal!

Whilst boys and young men in Florence were free to come and go as they
liked, and to mix with all sorts and conditions of men and women, the
case was precisely the opposite for girls. Very especially severe were
the restrictions imposed upon the growing daughters of the Duchess
Eleanora. Brought up amid all the austerity and fanaticism of the
Spanish Court, Eleanora de Toledo viewed woman's early life from the
conventual point of view.

Jealous of her children's honour, she fenced her three daughters around
with precautions which rendered their lives irksome to themselves and
troublesome to all who were about them. Maria and her younger sisters
were literally shut up within the narrow limits of the apartments they
occupied in the palace--happily for them it was not the Palazzo Vecchio
but the more roomy Pitti, with its lovely Boboli Gardens.

With carefully chosen attendants and teachers, their lives were entirely
absorbed by religious exercises, studies, and needlework. Rarely were
they seen at Court functions, and rarer still in the city. If they were
allowed a day's liberty in the country, they were jealously guarded, and
every attempt at recognition and salutation, of such as they chanced to
meet, was rigorously checked.

Beyond association with their brothers, and anxiously watched
intercourse with the members of the Ducal suite, their knowledge of the
sterner sex was absolutely wanting. It was in vain that Cosimo
expostulated with his consort; she was inexorable, and, indeed, she
stretched her system so far as to exclude the ladies of the Court.
Perhaps she was right in this, for the Duke himself was the daily object
of her watchfulness!

Cosimo was wont to meet her restrictions by some such remark as "Well,
you see, Eleanora, Maria and Isabella are of the same complexion as
myself; we have need of freedom at times to enjoy the pleasures of the
world."

Love, we all know, cares neither for locks nor bars, and lovely young
Maria de' Medici was surely made to love and to caress. She had many
adorers, whose ardour was all the more fierce by reason of their
inability to press her hand and kiss her lips. She was in 1556
betrothed to Prince Alfonso d'Este, eldest son of the Duke of Ferrara.
He was certainly not in the category of lovers, even at sight, for he
had never seen his bride to be. That was an entirely unimportant
incident in matrimonial arrangements. The union was projected entirely
for political reasons, and chiefly for the putting an end to the
protracted contest for precedence between the two families, which every
now and again threatened to plunge all Italy into war.

Alfonso d'Este was the heir of his father, Ercole II.--of his titles and
wealth, but not of his good looks and polished manners: besides, his
reputation for chastity and sobriety was not of the best. Directly Maria
was told of the arrangement she expressed her disgust and her
determination not to submit to parental dictation. Her reception of the
Prince was cold in the extreme, she declined to see him apart from her
sisters and attendants, and he returned to Ferrara in no amiable frame
of mind.

Meanwhile love, true love, had peeped through the jalousies of Princess
Maria's window, and his arrows had fled their dangerous course unseen by
any but herself, and him whose heart was hers. No one suspected that a
life so guarded could, by any means, be filched from its restraints; but
so it was, and the first gossip sprang out of the mouth of a venerable
Spanish retainer of the Duchess, the faithful _custode_, Mandriano, who
guarded his mistress's door almost night and day.

Traversing one day an unfrequented part of the gardens of the Palace on
the Hill, the old fellow thought he heard voices, and, approaching a
grove of laurels, he descried the young Princess in the arms of
Malatesta de' Malatesti!

The Duchess was furious when Mandriano told her, and immediately
conveyed the portentous news to her husband. Cosimo reflected long and
acted warily, for he made no move for many days. Stealthily he tracked
the unsuspecting lovers to their trysting-place. Mandriano's story was
quite correct.

He summoned the two young people to his private closet, he acquainted
them with the fact that the _liaison_ could not continue, and ordered
Malatesta to prepare for immediate imprisonment--with the loss of all
his honours and the confidence of his Sovereign. The boy pleaded in
vain, and testified to the innocence of the love-making without effect,
except to raise the Duke's anger to a dangerous pitch. Maria threw
herself at her father's feet and appealed for mercy for her lover,
asking that the parental vengeance should fall on her and not on
Malatesta.

"That you shall have, base child of mine," Cosimo cried in a fierce
tone; "see, you shall have the justice of a Roman father!" Then,
plucking out his poignard from its hidden sheath, he stabbed his child
to the heart! Drawing forth the gory weapon, he flung it at the head
of the despairing youth, and, throwing his cloak around his shoulders,
rushed out of the chamber slamming-to the door!

Malatesta must have fallen in a deadly swoon across the lovely form of
his _innamorata_, incapable of speech and action, for, there they were
found, both apparently dead, by brethren of the _Misericordia_, who had
been summoned by the Duke. Malatesta was thrown into prison, and there
he languished for seven long years, without anyone knowing of his
existence. His parents had asked Cosimo repeatedly about the boy, but no
answer was ever given--the Duke having forbidden the subject to be
named.

To the Duchess he prevaricated and hinted that the sudden death of the
child was due to the malignant spotted fever, and that he had given
personal instructions for the immediate removal and interment of her
body. The brethren of the _Misericordia_ might have enlightened the
grief-stricken mother, only they were sworn to secrecy; they knew how
the beauteous young girl had died. They laid her fair body to rest in a
grave unknown even to her father, and not among her people in San
Lorenzo.

Cosimo moved the Court immediately to Livorno, and thence to Pisa, and
there they kept their Lenten fast in strict seclusion. There was
universal grief in Florence where the unhappy Princess, though rarely
seen in public, had become the favourite of the people, through her
fresh young beauty and by what was known of the sweetness of her
character and the brilliancy of her attainments.

Duchess Eleanora and her children mourned piteously for lovely Maria:
there seemed to be no solace for their grief. As for the Duke, he was a
changed man, the bitterness of remorse had turned his natural reserve
into moroseness. He was like one beside himself, his wonted firmness and
self-control, at times, failed to stay him, and he preferred to shut
himself up alone in one of the towers of the castle at Livorno, venting
his passionate despair in fits of weeping and in abject cries of
self-reproach.

No one dared to go near to him, for to all who presumed to intrude upon
his woes he was like a lion roused. That ever ready secret blade might
be whipped out to another's undoing! Still, in calmer moments he
reflected, as Muzio has suggestively written: "Maria was very beautiful,
as beautiful as any child of earth, most courteous and gentle, her
seriousness compelled everyone to respect her, her sprightliness, to
love her. She was pleasing to Heaven, whither she had gone sinless to
reinforce the angelic choir, and to wear the most fragrant coronal of
roses among the companies of holy virgins."

As for the unfortunate young Malatesta, he pined in his dungeon within
the keep of San Giovanni for a while, but "hope springeth ever in
youthful hearts," and his one and consuming thought was of escape. His
conduct seems to have been exemplary, and he gained the sympathy and
friendship of his gaolers. At length he ventured to unbosom himself to a
worthy sergeant of the guard, and this man assisted him, knowing well
what great risk they both incurred.

One evening Malatesta unseen, save by his friend, scaled the prison
wall, and made good his escape from Florence and Tuscany. He did not
venture to seek sanctuary within his father's castle, but, flying to the
coast, boarded a vessel bound for Candia, a fief of Venice, and outside
Duke Cosimo's jurisdiction. Various tales are told of his future
career--some affirm that assassins, in the pay of Duke Cosimo, tracked
him to his doom, and others, that he fell, fighting against the Turks at
Famagusta. Anyhow, the kindly sergeant was put to death by order of the
Duke!

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Cosimo de' Medici was not the sort of man to brood very long over
troubles, however prostrating and desperate. He was essentially a man of
action, prompt, eager and able: probably no one ever had a more thorough
confidence in his own ability. There were several questions of supreme
importance, both public and private, which claimed his attention.

The everlasting disagreement between the aristocracy and the democracy
was only partially healed by the alliance of the two against an
autocracy. Cosimo was bent upon being absolute ruler of Tuscany, and
the development of his will raised against him and his Government
constant opposition. He meant to keep his hand tight hold of the bridle
of his charger "Tyranny," and to spur him on where he willed.

The Mediceo-Este dispute still called for firmness and determination.
Tuscany and Florence had certainly a better case than the Romagna and
Ferrara, but intrigue and bribes could achieve what the sword and pen
could not. Cosimo meant to keep on his steel gauntlets, although he
covered them with the fragrant silk gloves of plausibility. With this
idea ever present, he was bent upon retaining the advantage he had
gained over Duke Ercole in the matter of poor young Donna Maria's
betrothal, for he had other daughters to consider. Donna Isabella was
provided for, for better or for worse--alas, that the latter was to be
her sad fate--beautiful, fascinating Isabella de' Medici, but Donna
Lucrezia, nearly fifteen years of age, was the forfeit her father paid
in his gambit of Medicean aggrandisement.

In the July that followed Donna Maria's tragic death, with all the
circumstances and pomp of state ceremonial, Lucrezia de' Medici was
married to Alfonso II., Duke of Ferrara, the same prince who had been
affianced to her sister Maria.

It was not without misgivings that this step was taken: Duchess
Eleanora, in particular, expressed dissatisfaction with the match, and
feared, perhaps superstitiously, the portent of a second unlucky
alliance. Anyhow the preparations for the nuptial day, and the pageants
which accompanied it, drew off the thoughts of all from the terrible
event of Christmas.

Cosimo, however, had other and, from his own personal point of view,
more attractive objects upon which to expend thought and action. As soon
as the marriage festivities were over, he set out with a small suite of
expert surveyors and agriculturists to the Maremma. It was a peculiarly
unhealthy region, and had gone out of cultivation, and its former
inhabitants had deserted it.

The Duke determined to drain the land by cutting a canal right through
from the Arno to the sea. Next, he set to work to afforest the newly
recovered ground, to carve it out in allotments suitable for
agricultural pursuits, and to encourage the settlement of vigorous
working peasant-tenants. A certain portion of the estates he set apart
to his own use for the preservation of wild game. He rebuilt and
enlarged the ruined castle of Rosignano, ten miles from Livorno, for the
occupation of himself and his family and for his hunting associates.

At Pisa he had peculiar interests. The University, which Lorenzo "il
Magnifico" had refounded, had been abandoned by his successors and was
closed. Cosimo took the matter up: he re-established all that had been
done by his illustrious predecessor, and endowed a number of
professorial chairs--especially in chemistry, wherein he was himself an
ardent student and sapient expert--and kindred sciences, and founded
scholarships or apprenticeships for youths of every station.

The climate of Pisa suited Duchess Eleanora and young Don Giovanni--who
was a delicate lad--better far than that of Florence; it was sedative
and not so rigorous in winter as that of the higher Val d'Arno. Then,
too, they were there within easy reach of their favourite seaside
residence, Livorno, in whose harbour rode constantly galleons of war
from Spain flying the Duchess' own dear country's ensign.

Cosimo and his family of course had many other distractions from the
affairs of State. In addition to his attainments as a chemist, in which
science he especially interested his eldest son, Francesco, he excelled
in his knowledge of botany. With passionate devotion to an attractive
subject he taught his children the nature and the use of all growing
things. At the Pitti Palace he had his laboratories.

Printing and the printing-press found in Cosimo an ardent patron. Away
in the grounds of the Casino di Cosimo--"_Il Padre della Patria_"--within
the confines of the monastery of San Marco, he printed, bound, and
published, literary works of all kinds. Torrentino, Paolo Giovio,
Scipione Ammirato, Benedetto Vasari, Filippo de' Nerli, Vincenzio
Borghini, and many other writers, printers, and critics, collectors,
forgathered at the Ducal studios.

Architecture and the embellishment of the city had also Cosimo's active
sympathy: piazzas, bridges, fountains, statues, still bear the marks of
his supervision. Benvenuto Cellini, Michael Angelo Buonarroti, Baccio
Bandinelli, Giovanni da Bologna, Bernardo Buonlatenti, Francesco
Ferrucci, Tribolo, Giorgio Vasari, were among his protégés and personal
friends.

In all these enterprises he shared his pleasures with his sons, and so
the years passed on with rays of brilliant sunshine piercing the clouds
of darkling deeds. Alexandre Dumas has well summed up the character of
Cosimo de' Medici: "He had," he says, "all the vices which rendered his
private life sombre, and all the virtues which made his life in public
renowned for splendour; whilst his family experienced unexampled
misfortune, his people rejoiced in prosperity and gladness."

Perhaps in the delights of music and dancing and in the invigorating
exercises of the chase, Cosimo found his best-loved relaxation. No
Florentine valued more thoroughly, and shared more frequently than he,
in the layman's privilege of assisting in the choir of the Duomo at the
singing of the "Hours." Musical reunions in the gardens of the Pitti
Palace were of constant recurrence, where he and his children danced and
sang to their hearts' content, amid the plaudits of the company.

The Duke easily excelled all his courtiers and the many distinguished
visitors who made Florence their rendezvous, in exploits in the
hunting-field. No one rode faster than he, always in at the death,
whether buck or boar, he was second to none as a falconer. He knew every
piscatorial trick to take a basketful of fish, and in the game of
water-polo, in the Arno, no swimmer gained more goals!

In the middle of October, 1562, the Duke and Duchess, with their four
sons, Giovanni, Garzia, Ernando, and little Piero--only eight years
old--accompanied by a limited suite, left the Palazzo Pitti for a
progress through South Tuscany and the Maremma. At Fuicchio and Grosseto
they made sojourns, that the Duke might inspect the new fortifications,
which were nearing completion, and view the partly formed roads.

The cavalcade passed on to Castiglione della Pescaia, Massa Maritima,
and thence to the Castello di Rosignano, where they went into residence
for the hunting season. The members of the Ducal family were not in very
robust health, and Maestro Stefano had "indicated" the healthy pastime
of the chase as a cure for enfeebled constitutions. Don Giovanni, born
28th September, was just nineteen. He was of a gentle disposition,
serious beyond his years, amenable to the dictates of conscience, and
attracted by the offices of religion. In many ways he resembled his
mother, and was physically more of a Spaniard than a Florentine. From
his earliest years he evinced a remarkably docile submission to all who
were placed over him as teachers or governors. He was gifted with great
ability, for, sharing as he did, the studies and duties of his brothers,
he very soon surpassed them all in polite accomplishments. Francesco
Riccio, now the Duke's Major-domo, noted the young prince's
cheerfulness, conscientiousness and diligence. The reports which Maestro
Antonio da Barga made to his father of his son's progress were full of
praise of his young pupil's aptitude and perseverance. Giovanni de'
Medici was, in many respects, a brilliant exponent of Count Baltazzare
Castiglione's _Cortegiano_ or "Perfect Gentleman."

Cosimo expected great things of his amiable and accomplished son, and,
noting especially his sobriety and integrity, destined him for the
service of the Church. Pius IV. succeeded to the Papal throne in 1559,
and his election was in a great measure due to the advocacy of the Duke
of Florence. In January of the following year, he invited young Giovanni
to visit Rome, and immediately conceived an immense fancy for his
charming visitor. Giovanni was preconised Cardinal-Deacon, with the
title of Santa Maria in Domenica, and the Pope presented him his own
private residence, with its appointments and household. The young
Cardinal spent some weeks in the Eternal City, and gathered around him,
by his courtesy and liberality, most of the Florentine exiles in Rome
and its environs. They were generally in a woeful condition, and the
young prince undertook to bring their misfortunes and their fervent
wishes before his father.

The Cardinal of Lorraine and the Cardinal Camerlengo Ascarno Sforza had
previously visited the Tuscan Court, and had received Cosimo's consent
to his son's acceptance of the biretta.

Giovanni Battista Adriani in his _Istorie di Suoi Tempe_, has placed on
record that this youthful Prince of the Church was "of mature judgment
and wise beyond his years, and of such a bearing that it would have been
difficult to have found anyone more attractive, more seemly in his
morals, and very sensible." In Rome Giovanni gave himself up especially
to the study of antiquities, and he became a great favourite with the
many pious, learned, and distinguished men who were gathered round the
mild and religiously-minded Pontiff.

Cardinal de' Medici's secretary was the erudite and upright Abbot Felice
Gualterio, who subsequently gathered together his letters and literary
compositions, "wherein are noble and benevolent expressions of his
affection for his father and mother and his brothers and sisters."
Garzia, two years his junior, is often named with sincerest love and
pleasure.

Pius, constant in his devotion to the young Cardinal, added to his
honours and prerogatives by creating him, early in 1561, Archbishop of
Pisa, but, inasmuch as he had not reached the age prescribed for holding
ecclesiastical preferments, Canon Antonio da Catignano was appointed
Administrator of the spiritualities of the See. However, in March, the
young Archbishop made his ceremonial entry into Pisa, accompanied by the
Duke and Duchess, with their family and court.

The Pope greatly desired that Cardinal Giovanni should enter Holy Order,
and to this the young prince cordially and reverently acceded, but, for
reasons of his own, Cosimo declined his consent, remarking that "a
prince of his house was more distinguished than a consecrated prelate."
As a set-off to this discourteous reply to Pius, the Duke, whilst at
Pisa, founded the military order of San Stefano, as a thank-offering for
the subjugation of Siena, much after the pattern of the Knights of
Malta--constituting himself Grand Master and the Cardinal, Chancellor.

Giovanni actually undertook his duties as Archbishop by granting letters
of appointment to benefices within his diocese. One is dated 24th
October, 1562, and was addressed to the Bishop of Arezzo, about the
presentation to a certain abbey which had become vacant upon the death
of Cardinal della Cueva.

It was at this period that Pius wrote to Duke Cosimo, suggesting a
matrimonial alliance between the Duke's eldest son, Don Francesco,--who
was undertaking a princely tour of the chief European Courts for the
double purpose of making himself known personally to the various
Sovereigns, and of looking out for a suitable consort,--and the Princess
Maria Garzia of Portugal. The proposition was backed up by an offer of
the kingly title to the Duke. Both propositions fell to the ground, but
Pius, in his eagerness to render the Duke of Florence homage, and to
prove his gratitude, asked his acceptance, for his young son Garzia, of
the command of a Papal ship of war.

Garzia, the third of Duke Cosimo's surviving sons, was born on 1st July,
1547. His baptism, for some unknown reason, was delayed three years, and
not until 29th June, 1550, was he held at the ancient font in the
Battisterio di San Giovanni, having for his sponsor Pope Julius III.,
who was represented by Jacopo Cortese da Prato, Bishop of Vaison, the
writer of a curious letter descriptive of the ceremony.

The little fellow was a thorough Medico, full of spirit, frank, and
daring. Blessed with the good looks of his father's family, he was the
merriest among his brothers and sisters. Mischievous, and passionate
too, at times, he endeared himself especially to his mother by his
fascinating manners and his whole-hearted devotion.

Whilst regarding his brilliant son Giovanni, perhaps, with the keenest
affection, Cosimo saw in his younger boy traits not unlike his own, and
an instinctive love of arms. Garzia then was from the first years of
boyhood destined for a military career, having placed before him the
splendid example of his redoubtable grandfather, "Giovanni
_L'Invincible_."

Upon his thirteenth birthday, the Duke appointed his gay young son
Admiral of the Florentine fleet at Pisa, naming as his Vice Admiral,
Baccio Martelli, the most valiant and best experienced naval commander
in his forces, and the head of one of the most ancient Florentine
families.

In spite of Cardinal Giovanni's expression of affection for his younger
brother, there is no doubt that he was not a little jealous of his
mother's partiality for Garzia. One would have thought that Duchess
Eleanora would have regarded with special delight and love the son who
most resembled herself in appearance and disposition; but perhaps the
reason for her preference may be gathered by looking into the happy,
radiant, laughing face of her bonnie little son, as painted by Angelo
Bronzino at the Uffizi in Florence!

It would seem that when the Court reached Rosignano the Duchess,
Giovanni, and Garzia complained of fever, and they were for a few days
confined to the house. The good air and the charm of country life were
specific, and the invalids regained their vigour and their good spirits,
and all were eager for the sport. Each day had its particular
rendezvous, and what form the pastime should take was agreed overnight
by the chief huntsmen and falconers.

The Duchess Eleanora did not always accompany her husband, and
Ernando--who was not quite thirteen--generally remained with his tutors
at the Castle until afternoon, when they both sallied forth, with little
Piero, to meet the returning-hunting party. Upon the ever-memorable
twenty-sixth of November the Duchess had been persuaded by Don Giovanni
to go with them, for there was to be a deer-drive in the forest between
the castle and Livorno, and he expected to have a chance of exhibiting
his skill as a marksman at a notable full-grown roebuck.

Giovanni and Garzia were equally fearless riders, and very soon after
the game had been rounded up, the special quarry they were after went
off at a tremendous rate, out-distancing his pursuers until he was lost
in the forest. The brothers separated and met again in an open glade,
where both descried the buck, quietly browsing upon the fresh green
grass. Garzia seems to have sighted the animal first, but whilst he was
somewhat slow in bringing his weapon to his shoulder, the Cardinal
aimed, fired, and dropped the game. He at once dismounted and ran to
claim the prize. High words followed, and, when Giovanni made some
insulting remark about his less mature station as a marksman, Garzia,
over-heated by the chase, and aggravated by his brother's raillery,
hastily drew his heavy hunting-knife and brandished it before Giovanni's
face, threatening to do for him if he did not desist, and withdraw his
claim to first shot.

Giovanni pushed the boy from him, perhaps somewhat roughly, and then
Garzia, having entirely lost command of himself, struck a blow at his
brother which wounded him severely in the groin. Giovanni fell to the
ground, exclaiming, "And this from you, Garzia. May God in Heaven
forgive you. Call help at once."

The blast of the horn soon gathered round the unhappy brothers courtiers
and huntsmen. Giovanni was bleeding freely, his hose and buskins were
saturated, and Garzia was weeping piteously, and crying out
despondently, "Oh God, I have killed Giovanni! Oh God, I have killed
Giovanni!" A huntsman snatched up the gory lethal weapon, lest the boy,
in his despair, should turn it upon himself.

All that they could do to staunch Giovanni's wound they did, and having
made a temporary stretcher with guns and hunting-cloaks, the little
cavalcade was preparing to move on to seek further assistance. They had
not proceeded very far when the Duke and his attendants rode upon the
scene. Halting the bearers of his son he enquired who it was they
carried. Before any one could make a reply, Don Garzia ran shrieking up
to his father.

"It is me, your Garzia, I have killed Giovanni," he cried out in abject
terror.

Cosimo motioned the sorrowful bearers to proceed, and they and their
burden were no sooner out of sight than Duchess Eleanora came up in her
sedan-chair, terribly agitated by the cries she had heard in the forest.
She approached her husband and found him standing lost in thought, with
that terrible expression upon his face which he exhibited once before
when she had enquired for her first-born, Maria!

There, too, on the sward, was her favourite son, her Garzia, apparently
in a swoon, and she advanced to aid him. Garzia heard his mother coming
towards him and, rousing himself, he ran and threw himself into her
arms, weeping bitterly.

Then once more he turned to his father pleadingly, and kneeling to him,
grasped his legs, imploring pardon for his crime--for neither father nor
son doubted but that Giovanni was dead. Baring his head, and holding his
arms wide apart to Heaven, the Duke appealed to God to direct his
actions. Then, turning to his son, grovelling at his feet. "Behold, thy
brother's blood," he cried with bitterness, "asks vengeance of God and
of me, thy miserable father; and now I shall deal with thee alone.
Certainly it is a heinous crime for a father to kill his son, but it
would be a still more grievous sin to spare the life of a parricide,
lest he went on to exterminate his family, and lay their name in the
dirt, to be execrated of all men. I have now resolved what to do, for I
would far rather live in history as a pitiless father than as an unjust
Sovereign."

The Duchess, judging that Cosimo actually intended to slay his son, and
knowing how fruitless any efforts of hers would be to avert such a
terrible calamity, fell upon her knees and prayed aloud to Heaven to
save the poor, young boy, and spare her own broken heart. Shutting her
eyes, and covering her ears, she awaited, more dead than alive, the fall
of that hand, within which was convulsively grasped a flashing poignard!

Cosimo once more prayed most earnestly to God to approve the justice of
his deed, to pardon him for so executing the Divine wrath, and for peace
for the souls of his young sons. Then, bending towards the unconscious
Garzia, he exclaimed, "I will have no Cain in my family," and, at the
same moment, he plunged his weapon into the heart of his boy.

With a last despairing shriek Garzia fell away, crying, as he expired,
the one word "Mother!"

The Duchess also lay upon the grass, still as death; indeed, her heart
had stopped its beat when Cosimo raised her, and bid her sternly to act
the woman. She was speechless and demented, and at the sight of her dear
son's crimson blood colouring the fresh verdure where he had fallen,
she lost her reason, and her cries and shrieks resounded through the
forest.

From all sides courtiers and huntsmen appeared upon the scene. The Duke
silently waved them away, and, beckoning four of the most trusty of his
retainers, he bade them pick up the dead body of the young prince and
bear it after him, whilst he commanded the lacqueys to carry back the
Duchess in her sedan-chair to the Castle.

Asking which way the bearers of the murdered Giovanni had taken, he
ordered his own cortege to follow on to Livorno. Arrived at the palace,
the corpses of the two unfortunate young princes were arranged for
burial. Upon baring Don Garzia's body, a fresh wound was discovered _in
his back_, but whether by the hand of Don Giovanni no one ever knew.
This fact, however, was reported to the Duke and furnished him with a
satisfactory reason for the double tragedy--for he deemed it wiser just
then that the truth should not be published!

Solemn obsequies were celebrated in the Duomo of Pisa. Don Giovanni was
honoured with all the gorgeous ceremonies due to a Cardinal Archbishop,
and some say his body was left there, whilst the burial of poor Don
Garzia was completed by a simple service in San Lorenzo in Florence. The
cause of the twofold lamentable occurrence was officially ascribed to
malarial fever--the two young victims having contracted, as it was
said, the fatal malady during the progress of the Court through Tuscany.

The Duchess Eleanora did not long survive her sons. She never left her
bed in the Castle of Rosignano until she was carried for expert advice
and treatment into Pisa. Prince Francesco returned in haste, from his
tour of the Courts, and did much, by his loving sympathy, to revive his
stricken mother. Still of no real avail were all the remedies, for she
breathed her last one month after that terrible day in the forest, and
her body was borne sorrowfully into Florence, and, within the octave of
Christmas laid beside her dearly-loved Garzia.

As for Duke Cosimo, Don Francesco found him a changed man, aged by a
good ten years, silent, morose, and indifferent to all that transpired
around him.

News of the tragedy was current in the city of Trent, where the
Aecumenical Council was in session, and it made a great impression upon
the assembled prelates and assistants. Masses were offered for ten days
for the repose of the souls of Giovanni and Garzia, and devotions were
addressed to Heaven on behalf of the father who had--no one there for a
moment doubted--been the avenger of one son's blood and the spiller of
the other's.

Within two years Cosimo de' Medici--ever pursued by an accusing
conscience and diverted only from suicide by indulging in every
sensuality within his power, executed an instrument of abdication of
his sovereignty, naming Don Francesco Regent of the Duchy, and retaining
for himself no more than the title of Duke of Florence.



CHAPTER IV


LUCREZIA--ELEANORA--ISABELLA


_Three Murdered Princesses_


"Shall I go in, or shall I not?" asked Isabella de' Medici, Duchess of
Bracciano, with a catch in her voice.

Donna Lucrezia de' Frescobaldi, her first Lady of Honour, made no reply,
but grasped her mistress' arm convulsively. The two women stood pale and
trembling at the door of the Duke's bedchamber, in their charming villa
of Cerreto Guidi, a few miles out of Florence.

There was something uncanny in the air, which caused the Duchess and her
lady instinctively to draw back. It was not the Duke's voice, for that
was pitched in an unusually tender key, and yet, its very unusuality
might have caused their trepidation. There was something indefinable in
the situation, which produced apprehension and alarm.

Doubtless their nerves were overstrained by the terrible event at
Cafaggiuolo. Eleanora, the Duchess's sister-in-law, had seen and felt
the cold steel dagger, struck out from behind the arras, by her
husband's hand--she was dead! Every titled woman, and many another
too, felt instinctively that she was walking on dangerous ground: murder
seemed to lurk everywhere, and marriage appeared to spell assassination!

       *       *       *       *       *

The remorse of Cosimo de' Medici for the murder of his dearly-loved
child Maria, his first-born, did not hinder his policy of
aggrandisement. He was determined to keep the whip-hand over Ferrara,
and to maintain the precedence of his house over that of the Estensi. He
had already sacrificed one daughter, not only to his parental passion
but to his sovereign will, and one daughter still remained unbargained;
he would use her to hold what he had got.

Lucrezia was no more than twelve years old when Maria passed to
Paradise. Prince Alfonso was twenty-two, and his father, Duke Ercole
II., had apparently no fiancée in view for him, and the lad seemed not
to be in a marrying mood. At the moment Ferrara was isolated, but
Cosimo, seizing a favourable opportunity, through his relationship with
the King of Spain, contrived to arrange a treaty between that kingdom,
Tuscany and Parma, which he adroitly extended to include Ferrara.

It was a powerful combination, and Cosimo had his price, and that price
was the betrothal of Alfonso and Lucrezia. The Duke of Ferrara yielded,
and in the same month, March 1558, the treaty of alliance was signed at
Pisa, and the two young people were affianced there by proxy.

To be sure, there was trouble with Rome. Julius III., in 1552, had
bespoken Lucrezia for his bastard nephew, Fabiano Conte Del Monte--a man
without resources and of no recognised position nor of good
character--it was just a selfish whim of the Pope--the children never
saw each other. Cosimo, with his usual daring, brushed the whole project
aside, and made a liberal contribution to Peter's Pence that year!

If Lucrezia was somewhat less fair and less clever than Maria, she was,
all the same, an attractive girl. Thin in figure--as all growing
girls--tall, well-formed, with the promise of a well-proportioned
maturity, she had an oval face and a high forehead, well-clustered with
curly auburn hair. There was a peculiarity about her eyes--black they
were or a very dark brown--they had something of that cast of optic
vision which was remarkable in Cosimo, "_Il Padre della Patria_" and in
Lorenzo, "_Il Magnifico_," as well as in other members of the family.

"She had a pretty mouth and a dimpled chin, and always wore a pleasing
expression indicative of good-nature and resolute affection. Very unlike
her elder sisters, Maria and Isabella, she was somewhat reserved in
manner; she spoke little, but expressed her opinion with flashes of her
eyes." Her father admired her firmness of resolution greatly, and
generally spoke of her as "_La Mia Sodana_," "my little strong-willed
daughter."

"She is quite a chip of the old block," he was wont to say of her,
"quite one of us--a Medico in frocks!" Lucrezia shared the lessons of
her brother, and had been brought up specially with the idea of a
brilliant foreign marriage, and her maid was a girl from Modena who knew
Ferrara well.

One condition of the marriage-contract was most unusual--namely, that
the bridegroom should be free to leave Florence upon the third day after
the nuptials had been celebrated! This was necessary, the Prince
averred, in order that he might keep an appointment he had made, with
his father's consent, with the King of France--the enemy of the
quadruple alliance!

Prince Alfonso troubled himself very little about his fiancée. He was
devoted to selfish pleasures, and, when his energies were called into
play, they were devoted to the service of arms. His betrothal to Maria
de' Medici, without his consent, her untimely and suspicious death, and
the character Duke Cosimo bore for tyranny, ambition, and greed, were
undoubtedly deterrent to the young man's wish to cultivate another
Medici alliance.

His own father, Duke Ercole, resembled his prospective father-in-law in
many respects. The Estensi, with the Malatesti of Rimini and Pesaro, the
Sforzai of Milan, and the Medici of Florence, were classed as "families
of tyrants." Duke Ercole was a man of strong will and forceful action--a
tyrant in his own family and cruel to his unhappy consort--he could not
brook any disobedience to his behests. He commanded his son to set forth
at once from Ferrara and claim his bride in Florence.

Accompanied by a glittering retinue, which included a dozen Lords of the
Supreme Council, Prince Alfonso took his way over the Apennines, along
the Bologna road. On 18th June the cavalcade was discerned from the
heights of Olivets, wending its way through Boccaccio's country to the
city walls.

He was received with great distinction by the Duke and Duchess, attended
by the whole Court; and his welcome by the citizens was very cordial.
Florentines always loved a spectacle. Everyone, however, remarked the
Prince's haughty bearing, and the coldness with which he returned
Cosimo's greeting. He bore himself as a man in presence of a foe whose
every action must be watched intently. The Duchess, with all her Spanish
sensibility, perceived at once the disfavour of their guest, and sought
to interest him in the scene around him and in the happiness in
prospect.

Alfonso was quite unmoved. He met Lucrezia's greeting with a cold
handshake, and begged that the marriage ceremonies might be hurried
forward, as "he had not much time to spare." Cosimo joined in the
Duchess' entreaties that the uncanny condition, in the
marriage-contract, might be observed in the breach.

"My word is pledged to the King of France," he replied disdainfully,
"and go I must."

Duke Ercole, in a letter delivered to Cosimo by Alfonso, urged the
former not in any way to dissuade his son from carrying out his
intention. It was common knowledge, however, in Ferrara, and reported by
members of the Prince's retinue to the courtiers of Florence, that Henry
II. of France had made known to Duke Ercole his intention of repaying
the three hundred thousand gold ducats he owed Ferrara. A condition
accompanied the proposal, namely, that the Duke should withdraw from the
alliance, and despatch his son at once to Paris, to assure the _bona
fides_ of the new arrangement.

Moreover, Henry hinted not only at the advisability of separating the
too youthful couple, and of giving the Prince military employment until
his young wife attained a more mature age; but suggested that some way
should be found, even at the eleventh hour, of allying Alfonso to a
French princess.

Nevertheless, Alfonso claimed his Florentine bride, whilst Lucrezia
appears to have conceived an attachment for the warlike young Prince,
who caused a courier to inform his father that the Princess "seemed to
like" him. Duke Ercole replied as follows: "I am much pleased that your
bride is satisfied with you. I would rather have heard your own state
of mind in regard to the matter...."

Letters to the Duke from the chief members of the Prince's suite assured
him that the Prince really fell in love with the Princess at first
sight, but there is no word of Alfonso's extant which shows that he
cared in the least for the bride State policy had assigned for him.

Duchess Eleanora was exceedingly provoked by the young Prince's
demeanour and his insistence upon the observance of the unnatural
condition. Moreover, she protested to the Duke her wish that the
marriage might at least be postponed, pointing out, with a woman's
intuition of trouble, that no good could come out of such an uncanny
arrangement.

She, of course, was Spanish, and she seems to have forgotten that French
blood flowed in Alfonso's veins--his mother, Duchess Renata, or Renea,
being a daughter of Louis XII. Duke Ercole added to the trouble by
deeply wounding the Duchess' susceptibilities with a suggestion that the
young bride should be sent to Ferrara, immediately after the nuptial
ceremony, under the care of chosen proxies for his son.

Haughtily she answered the Duke's representative: "A married daughter of
the Medici, and of Spain, remains at her parents' palace until her
husband, and no one else, takes her away."

The day fixed for the marriage was 3rd July--a Sunday--and the wedding
Mass was celebrated in the private chapel of the Palazzo Pitti, by the
Bishop of Cortona. One hundred and one comely Florentine gentlewomen
formed a beauteous guard of honour for the bride, each arrayed
splendidly in silk brocade and covered with costly jewels. As many young
nobles, with the accompaniment of music and dancing, performed a
gorgeous pageant of Greeks, Indians and Florentines. In the Piazzo di
Santa Maria Novella a State exhibition of the popular Florentine game of
_Il Calcio_ (football), was given by sixty of the best-looking and most
noble youths, attired in cloths of gold and silver.

The bride and bridegroom retired late at night to the Palazzo Medici in
the Via Larga, set in order for them, but, on the third day, Prince
Alfonso, as good as his word, set off for France! Don Francesco,
Lucrezia's eldest brother, accompanied him as far as Scarperia, on the
Bologna road, and there bade him a not too friendly farewell. The young
man had made a very bad impression in Florence; he had kept himself
entirely to himself, and had gone through his part of the ceremonials
like a puppet.

Lucrezia moved like the fabled princess in a dream. Her eyes were wet
with weeping, and, although she restrained her emotion, her
disappointment and distress caused her silent and bitter suffering.
Accustomed as she was to obey implicitly the commands of her autocratic
father, she knew that she must submit to the harshness of her spouse,
and make the best of a most unfortunate and embarrassing situation.

Alfonso had forbidden her to write to him, but appointed a faithful
follower of his, Francesco da Susena, as confidential Chamberlain of the
youthful Princess. He was to provide funds and disburse them for the
expenses of the Princess, and to keep his master well posted in all that
transpired, and, in particular, to inform him of every word and action
of his forsaken girl-wife!

Ten days after the departure of the Prince from Florence, he wrote a
letter to Lucrezia, which he bade da Susena read, and then give her. The
Court was at Poggio a Caiano in _villeggiatura_, and the Chamberlain was
in the company. He gave the Princess her husband's letter, and made the
following report to his master:--

"I was taken to the slope of a hill, where Her Highness the Princess was
walking with the Duchess Eleanora, who is always with her. I gave her
the letter, which she took greedily, with exceeding joy, and retired
apart with it. She read it over and over again, and then she questioned
me about your Highness.... I told her that she had no occasion to fear,
for your Highness would run no more risk than the king himself. She
appeared much comforted, and told me to beg your Highness, in her name,
to hasten your return to Florence." Within six months of Lucrezia's
ill-fated marriage, Duke Ercole died at Ferrara, and her husband
succeeded as Alfonso II. The life of Ercole and his Duchess Renata had
been anything but happy. He was as ambitious as he was unscrupulous:
Lord of Modena and Reggio and Papal Vicar of Ferrara, his possessions
stretched from the Adriatic to the Apennines. Extravagant and devoted to
amusement, he spared neither time nor money in the full enjoyment of
pleasure.

The Court of Ferrara became under him the most splendid Court in
Europe--famous for the excellence of its music and its dancing and the
superiority of its theatre--Carnival lasted from New Year's Day to Ash
Wednesday. Duchess Renata never loved her husband nor his people. Until
she fell under the influence of Calvin she was discontented, passionate,
and bigoted. The Duke scouted her ill-humour and treated her cruelly.

"_Peu d'amys, qui conques est loing d'eulx_" was said of unhappy Renata.
She gave her disposition to her son, but he did not follow her religious
predilections. He enclosed her in a convent--the sanctuary of princely
widows and orphans--where she died in 1597.

Duke Alfonso sent to Florence for his consort early in 1560, but, true
to her determination, Duchess Eleanora required him to come for Lucrezia
in person! With perhaps less frigidity than he had exhibited the year
before, but with very little more friendliness, Alfonso made his second
appearance in Florence. He was accompanied by Cardinal de' Medici, his
brother-in-law--so soon to come to a tragical and untimely end in the
Maremma--and a princely escort of two thousand five hundred horsemen.
The young Duchess, not yet sixteen, mounted upon a cream-white palfrey,
rode out of the Porta San Gallo, by the side of her husband. The day was
gloomy and the purple and white crocuses, which children scattered
before her, betokened, so it was said, disaster.

Anyhow, it was a sorrowful parting with her parents, and with Florence.
Never again was she destined to see them or it. The days of her
childhood, spent happily enough with her brothers and sisters, were
over: the fatigues and intrigues of a hostile Court were before her,
and, already, trouble had marked her young life with scars--more were to
follow.

The Duke and Duchess entered Ferrara in full State, on 21st February,
but their reception was as cold as was the weather. The dynastic
dispute, whilst ostensibly healed at its head, still affected the limbs
of the Duchy. The people were, to a man, and perhaps to a woman,
anti-Medicean, and showed their disapproval of their Sovereign's
consort, by abstaining from taking their share in the festivities.

One's heart bleeds for this child-bride of seven months introduced
unguarded to the gayest, maddest, and most corrupt Court in Italy. Of
the Ferrarese it has been justly said: "By nature they are inclined only
for pleasure and revenge." True enough, happiness and tragedy are close
partners in life's story. No one loved Lucrezia de' Medici in
Ferrara--least of all her husband.

Perhaps the position may be succinctly stated--"the bride of three
nights was not _enceinte_! Had she only possessed the attributes of
coming motherhood, Lucrezia's origin might have been condoned. But
surely it was foul cruelty which fixed the fault on her alone. As it
was, the poor young Duchess was accorded at her husband's court the
position of a '_Cosa della lussuria_'--to be set aside as soon as the
novelty had passed away!"

The Duchess determined, possessed as she undoubtedly was, though so
young, of much of the force of character of her family, to put a good
face upon things. Her letters to her parents, written during the
Carnival, are full of pleasant details of her new life. She was
enjoying, with girlish zest, the gaieties around her, and entering fully
into the merry prospects of the Court masquerades. Whether her
expressions are quite sincere, is, perhaps, immaterial under the
circumstances--she knew her father's disposition too well to make
complaints.

The anniversary of her wedding came round to find her childless and
devoid of any prospect of issue. Duke Alfonso was far too much engaged
in politics and pleasure to give his due to his wife, who yearned in
vain for the fulfilment of the conjugal vow. Duchess Renata had her
party at Court, a party opposed, as she was, to anything and everything
Florentine: her son gave heed to her cautions, and thus the breach
widened.

Alfonso's long absences from home, and his disinclination for his wife's
society, left Lucrezia to seek necessary consolations elsewhere. She did
not fail of admirers in that giddy Court: the wonder is that she
maintained her dignity as well as she did. The Duke became jealous, of
course, of his neglected wife--all faithless husbands are the same. He
paid spies to report to him the daily occupations of the Duchess, with
the names of her visitors and friends. Thus evil eyes and ears were
opened, and evil tongues began to wag, until they caused the utter
undoing of the innocent young Duchess.

Alfonso, in vain, tried to fix the lovers of his wife--she was as
tactful as they were prudent--but he was not without means to his end.
The Duchess early gave symptoms of ill-health. In Florence she was the
strongest of all her father's family, but at Ferrara she became delicate
and a victim to incessant sickness. What could it be?

The Court physician hinted at pregnancy, but the Duke knew that was
impossible, so far as he was personally concerned, nevertheless it
served its purpose. The winter came on and the Duchess was confined to
her apartments in the palace, suffering from continual fever and nausea.
Maestro Brassavola--of good report as a specialist in feminine
ailments--treated her unsuccessfully. Unhappy Lucrezia--no mother to
console her, no friend to speak to her, all alone in the big palace with
unkindly attendants--nearly sobbed herself to death. Daily bleedings and
cuppings further diminished her strength. Some say that Don Francesco,
her brother, was urged, by his mother, to pay Lucrezia a visit, but the
bad terms upon which he stood with Duke Alfonso was an effectual bar to
his mission. Whether from craven fear or premeditated cruelty, the Duke
never entered the sick-room, and seemed entirely indifferent to his poor
young wife. Indeed, he continued his life of prodigality and
self-indulgence unrebuked, as we must suppose, by his conscience.

At last the Duchess' condition became so critical that the physicians
could no longer disguise the danger, and they intimated to the Duke the
approach of death. Then, and then only, Alfonso found his way to his
wife's bedside. With a sorrowful, stricken face she greeted him
affectionately, and remorse seemed, at length, to have brought him to
his senses. He became the most tender of nurses and watched by his dying
wife day and night--but the _poison_ had worked its cause!

At midnight, 21st April 1561, after months of cruel suffering,
neglected, affronted, and wronged, the innocent soul of poor young
Lucrezia, Duchess of Ferrara, passed into another world. She was not yet
seventeen years old--in bitter experience of life's hardships she was
seventy. At the autopsy of her body Maestro Pasquali of Florence
declared that death was caused by putrid fever! Thus was the Duke's
duplicity preserved.

Funeral honours due to her rank were rendered, and her shrunken little
body was buried in the Estensi chapel of the convent church of Corpus
Domini. A marble slab before the high altar reads thus:

"_Lucretia de' Medici--moglie di Alfonso II., Duca di Ferrara_"--and
that is all--as curt and as cruel as possible. The Duke's show of grief
was as insincere and hypocritical as could be. He shut himself up in his
palace with a few chosen cronies for seven days; meanwhile sending off
Bishop Rossetto, a court chaplain, to Florence, to communicate the sad
tidings to Duke Cosimo and Duchess Eleanora.

Very soon after the death of Lucrezia the Marchese Creole de' Contrari,
a prominent Ferrarese noble, was cast into prison upon an unstated
charge, but it was given out by his jailor, that he had aspired to the
hand of an Estensi princess. He was never seen alive again, for he was
strangled in Duke Alfonso's presence--who caused his name to be vilely
linked with that of the poisoned Duchess! Cosimo and Eleanora made a
show at least of grief, and a splendid _Requiem_ was sung for Lucrezia
at the Medici church of San Lorenzo. At the same time Cosimo made known,
in most heartless fashion to Alfonso that, whilst he was resigned to the
will of Heaven, he assured him of his sincere affection, and expressed a
fervent wish that nothing should loosen their bonds of true and solid
friendship! Devout Duchess Eleanora's indifference is harder to explain
than Duke Cosimo's nonchalance. Perhaps in her case evil associations
had corrupted good manners, or, more likely, the memory of her child
Maria's terrible death compelled discretion in her dealings with her
husband--"Tyrant of tyrants." It might be her turn next to feel that
cold steel!

And what about Duke Alfonso? Well, very soon he forgot all about
Lucrezia, and found consolation, though actually he needed none, in a
second marriage. This union, however, led to the resurrection of the
hatchet of discord, which Cosimo and Ercole had agreed to bury
underground.

The new Duchess was Barbara d'Austria, sister of the Archduchess
Giovanna, bride of Don Francesco, poor Lucrezia's brother. A double
wedding was fixed at Trento in August 1565, but a fracas occurred at the
church doors between the Medici and Estensi suites for precedence. The
two princely couples were married separately by the Emperor Maximilian's
command, each in the capital of the bridegroom's dominions. Duke
Alfonso died in in 1597.

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One notable effect of the foreign marriages of the Medicean princes was
the settling of aliens, in considerable numbers, in Florence. With
Clarice and Alfonsina d'Orsini had come greedy Roman adventurers; with
Margherita and Giovanna d'Austria many enterprising Germans;
self-seeking Spaniards came with Eleanora de Toledo.

From one point of view this foreign immigration was advantageous--it
tended to revive the falling fortunes of Florentine commerce. On the
other hand aliens were introduced into prominent positions at the Court
and in the city, whose speculations robbed the citizens of their fame
and fortune.

In the suite of Duchess Eleanora de Toledo were several young relatives,
bound to her by ties of affection and looking to her for patronage and
advancement. The ranks of these dependants were constantly being
recruited by young people of noble birth, for whom the exceptional
educational advantages obtainable in Florence were strong attractions.

One of these was the Duchess's niece and godchild--Donna Eleanora, the
daughter of her brother, Don Garzia de Toledo. Born in 1553 in Naples,
where her father kept his Court as Viceroy for the King of Spain, the
child lost her mother when she was only seven years old. The Duchess
Eleanora adopted her and sent to Naples for her, and little Eleanora de
Garzia was brought up with the children of Cosimo and Eleanora, and she
was regarded by them as their sister.

Upon the Duchess' melancholy death in 1562, her daughter Isabella,
Duchess of Bracciano, acted the part of mother, young as she was, and
only just two years married. She had no child of her own, and,
apparently, no promise of one, anyhow by her husband; and the lively,
pretty little Spanish girl, nestling upon her knee, much consoled her in
her disappointment.

At fourteen, Eleanora de Garzia was, as Antonio Lapini has described
her: "Beautiful, elegant, gracious, kindly, charming, affable, and,
above all, possessed of two eyes rivalling the stars in brilliancy." She
was also a clever girl, and her studies had been carried on in
companionship with the younger children of her aunt--Garzia, Ferdinando,
and Piero. The strictness of their control was loosened when the Duke
became a widower, and he does not seem to have done anything to guard
the morals of his young children.

The Court of Florence was not the place in which to rear, in ways of
obedience and steadiness, young boys and girls, and Eleanora and her
"brothers" were left pretty much to themselves, save for the indulgent
guardianship of their tutors and attendants. To be sure, Don Ferdinando
was sent off to Rome when he was fourteen, and was enrolled in the
Sacred College. Don Garzia's tragic death in 1562 left Don Piero the
sole playmate of little Eleanora--a strange act of Providence.

Duke Cosimo was not quite inconsolable for the loss of his Spanish wife;
he had, during her lifetime, set an evil example in Florence for
libertinage and unchastity. Every good-looking girl, in city or at
Court, in one way or another, received his amorous attentions; and the
halo which surrounded his first acclamation as Duke, and which he earned
well, be it said, became dimmed by the execrations of many disgraced and
suffering households. Men and women saw the bad days of Duke Alessandro
revived, and Florence, after a temporary purgation, became once more the
sink of iniquity.

When the Duke laid aside, in 1564, his sovereignty, it was that he might
give reins to his passions, and, of the many girls he ruined, probably
not one he loved better or longer than Eleanora degli Albizzi. At Villa
del Castello he had his harem. This was the example Cosimo de' Medici
set his wayward, precocious son Piero, and the lad followed it to his
heart's content, until his escapades became so notorious, and raised up
such a storm of resentment amongst the citizens, that his father was
forced to intervene.

At fifteen, young Piero was sent off to Pisa and attached to the staff
of the Admiral of the Florentine fleet, Cavaliere Cesare Cavanglia. In
various encounters with Turkish galleons and the barques of buccaneers,
the young Medico proved himself no coward--indeed the Admiral reported
of him most favourably. Well for his fame had Piero remained before the
mast and upon the quarter-deck.

The lad was practically his own master, and the memories of Florentine
gallantries filled his mind with desires for their resumption. Two years
of naval-military discipline were quite enough for him, and he returned
home again. He found Donna Eleanora de Garzia a grown woman and a woman
of the world; an arrant flirt, like her protectress, the Duchess
Isabella; dividing her time between the Villa Poggio Baroncelli and his
father's villa at Castello.

Rumours of illicit intercourse between her and the Grand Duke were
current all over Florence, and evil gossips at Court affirmed that the
_liaison_ had been of long continuance, wherein, too, the Duchess
Isabella was herself implicated. Cosimo seems to have been conversant
with the tittle-tattle, and, fearing the evil effect it might have for
all concerned, determined to take the bull by the horns, so to speak,
and to keep the scandal within the family.

His son Piero--who was walking closely in his father's footsteps, and
leading a free and fast, wild life, heavily in debt and habitually
intoxicated, and the companion of loose women and gamesters--should be
his scapegoat. He would marry him to his cousin! At the beginning of
the negotiations Piero refused stoutly his father's proposition,
asserting his intention not to marry. By dint of ample offers of
enlarged pecuniary emoluments and by tempting promises of exculpation
from the consequences of his lustful extravagances, Piero at last
yielded an unwilling assent to the betrothal. How far he was influenced
by threats we can well imagine.

Piero de' Medici and Eleonora de Garzia de Toledo were married in the
private chapel of the Pitti Palace on the morning of 21st April 1571.
That very night his young wife revealed the fact that she was
_enceinte_, and she named his father, Duke Cosimo, as her ravisher! The
Prince was too much taken up with his own pleasure to care very much
about this revelation: he would go his own way, and his wife might go
hers--such was the morality of the day! Still, this discovery was the
first page in the tragic history of beautiful Eleanora di Piero de'
Medici.

Very shortly after the marriage Eleanora, who was then at Pisa, was
delivered of a child, whom, in the absence of her husband, she named
Cosimo--a significant nomenclature! She caused letters to be written to
the Grand Duke Francesco, her brother-in-law, to acquaint him with the
birth of the child, and to crave protection for _his father's son_!

Following the unhappy example of Paolo d'Orsini and Isabella de' Medici,
and being absolutely their own masters, Piero and Eleanora agreed to
live separate lives--he, a boy of seventeen and she just eighteen. What
more disastrous beginning can be imagined for two young wedded lives,
and yet it was inevitable. Piero did not care a bit for Eleanora, and
Eleanora hated and despised Piero.

The marriage was but a brief break in evil associations, for the boy
returned to his boon-companions in the city, and the girl sought the
solace of her lovers. It was in vain the Grand Duke pointed out the
errors of their ways--Piero retorted with a "_Tu quoque frater_!" He had
every bit as much right to console himself with a mistress, one or more,
as Francesco did with his "_Cosa Bianca_!" Moreover, he became urgent in
his demand for a still more liberal allowance, which the Grand Duke
weakly conceded--as he had done in the case of his other grasping
brother, the Cardinal.

Everything and everybody at the Court of Florence seemed to be demented.
To enjoy the basest pleasures and to indulge in the foulest passions,
such was the way of the world; and Eleanora was but a child in years,
but a woman in experience--and that experience not for the honour of her
life, alas! Sinned against, she sinned like the rest. How could a
lovely, talented, warm-hearted girl, with the hot blood of Spanish
passion coursing through her veins, resist the admiration, the flattery,
and the embraces of the gay young cavaliers of the Court? She merely
followed the vogue, she was no recluse; and when, in 1575, she was
enrolled as a "Soul" in the _Accademia degli Elevati_, she assumed the
name of "_Ardente_"--a true title--a correct epithet!

One of the captains of the palace guard--himself a remarkably handsome
and gallant soldier--Francesco Gaci, had a prepossessing young son,
Alessandro, a cadet of the same regiment, who fell violently in love
with Don Piero's fascinating young wife. Unable to restrain his boyish
ardour, one day he seized Donna Eleanora's hand, covered it with kisses,
and professed himself ready to die for love of her. The Princess, pining
for love, looked with favour upon her infatuated lover, and granted him
something of what he wished.

Alas, for love's young dream! The Grand Duke caught wind of it, and
without making much ado, promptly stopped the intrigue. Alessandro Gaci
was removed summarily from his commission and enclosed in the monastery
of Camaldoli; whilst to the Princess was administered a smart rebuke and
warning.

Eleanora's haughty spirit rose at the interference of her brother-in-law
in matters of her heart, and she determined to act in opposition to his
commands. She had scarcely got off with the old love before she was on
with the new. This time she appears to have made the first advance. At
all events, in the entourage of the Grand Duchess Giovanna, was an
attractive and youthful knight of the Order of St Stephen of Pisa--Duke
Cosimo's new naval-military order. He was a court chamberlain with the
military rank of lieutenant--Bernardino, the son of Messer Sebastiano
degl' Antinori, who had translated Boccaccio's works for Cosimo.

The young cavaliere had the misfortune to kill, quite accidentally, in a
friendly game of "_Calcio_," a great friend of his--Francesco de'
Ginori. The game was played in presence of Princess Eleanora and many
ladies of the Court. Bernardino wore Eleanora's favours, as he usually
did, making no secret of his passion for Don Piero's neglected,
beauteous wife, and of the return of his love by his fair
_innamorata_--it was indeed the talk of the town.

The Ginori, an ancient and lordly family, intimately connected with the
Medici, claimed satisfaction at the hands of the Grand Duke for what
they chose to call the assassination of their young relative. Francesco
judged that the _liaison_ between his sister-in-law and the so-called
"assassin" required regulation, especially as she had failed to comply
with his previous admonition. The two offences would be best judged by
the banishment of the cavaliere, whose rank forbade his inclusion in a
monastery. Consequently Bernardino was sent off, under guard, to a
fortress in the Isle of Elba, and Princess Eleanora was confined,
during the Grand Duke's pleasure, to her apartments in the Medici
Palace.

The old tale that "love laughs at locks" had now one fresh telling! An
amorous correspondence began between the parted lovers, which was
carried on for a considerable time without detection. At last there came
a day when the secret was out, through the carelessness of Bernardino's
brother Filippo, the intermediary in the love affair. Watching his
opportunity of dropping a letter into the hand of the Princess, as she
passed through the corridor connecting the Pitti and the Uffizi--just
completed by Duke Cosimo's orders--Captain Filippo had the curiosity to
read the _billet-doux_ himself. He failed to notice that a brother
officer was standing close by, who also glanced at the contents of the
letter.

Captain Giulio Caccini was Master of Music and conductor of the palace
orchestra, and when he had a favourable opportunity he confided to his
master what he had seen--doubtless he considered himself well on towards
the receipt of a reward for his mean services.

Francesco was furious: he might, as Sovereign, have his love passages
with whom he willed--although be it said, truly, he had one and only one
love, Bianca Cappello Buonaventuri--but he could not tolerate any amours
between a princess of his house and a subaltern of his guard.

Captain Bernardino was ordered to be brought back to Florence
immediately, and, after a stormy interview with the Grand Duke, he was
consigned to the condemned-criminal dungeon of the Bargello.

The same night the prisoner's cell was entered by a _Frate_--a
confessor, who acquainted him that he had been sentenced to death!
Expostulation was vain, and his asseverations of innocence and promises
of submission to the Grand Duke's will were rudely interrupted by the
appearance of the headsman! Forced upon his knees, the unhappy young
officer mumbled out his confession, and then the executioner, passing a
stout cord about his throat, strangled him--struggling and crying out
piteously for mercy!

When Antinorio was dead, Francesco was informed, and, sending for
Eleanora, he told her what had become of her second lover, and warned
her that a like fate might easily be hers if Don Piero was made
acquainted with the intrigue--surely a fell prophecy of coming tragedy!
Piero, too, was sent for to the palace, and again reprimanded for his
evil life and for his cruel desertion of his charming young wife. He
took his brother's words in an entirely wrong sense, abused him soundly
for his interference, and left his presence in a violent passion.

At once he caused an intimation to be made to the Princess that he
wished to see her about a matter which concerned them both intimately,
and required her to meet him out at the Villa di Cafaggiuolo. It was
the 20th of July, in the year 1576, that Eleanora received her husband's
commands--just ten days after the brutal murder of her lover--during the
course of which she gave way to uncontrolled grief. This summons she
knew presaged dire consequences to herself, and she had no friend to
seek for consolation and advice. The Grand Duke was out of the question,
and Duchess Isabella d'Orsini, who had proved herself no friend of good
omen, was in a plight very much like her own!

No, she had to fight the battle of her life and death alone, this girl
of twenty-three. She replied that she was quite prepared to meet Piero,
but she asked for a short delay. She spent it in weeping by the cradle
of her little son, Cosimo, and arranging her worldly affairs--she was
quite prepared for the worst.

Leaving Florence in the middle of a hot summer's day, the course to
Cafaggiuolo was trying to her horses--one indeed fell and died on the
way--an evil omen for poor Eleanora! As night was coming on she reached
the villa, more dead than alive with fright, and accompanied only by two
faithful ladies of her household. To their surprise the house appeared
to be deserted: there were no lights in the windows, and no one seemed
to be about.

The great doors were wide open, and with much trepidation the Princess
mounted the marble steps. The door of every room also was open and the
arras pulled aside, but nowhere could she see or hear her husband. Very
uncanny everything felt, the silence was almost suffocating, and the
darkness threw weird shadows athwart her and her companions.

At the entrance of the room, which she deemed to be Piero's--they had
never cohabited there, or indeed anywhere, she knew not where he
slept--Eleanora paused, affrighted. She had heard a rustle! she had seen
something! it was a hand held beyond the arras!--and there was a
poignard within its grasp!

E'er she could cry out or take a step backwards, a sudden, savage blow
struck her breast--she fell!--stabbed to death! The hand was the hand of
Piero de' Medici!

Eleanora was dead! Her life's blood crimsoned, in a gory stream, the
marble lintel, and Piero gazed at the victim of his desertion, lust, and
hate--he was mad!

Kneeling upon his knees in the hellish darkness, he tried to stanch that
ruddy stream. Then he laved his hands in her hot blood and conveyed some
to his raging lips! Reason presently asserted herself; and, throwing
himself prostrate along the floor, he banged his head, thereupon calling
out in a frenzy of remorse for mercy for his deed!

"God of Heaven," he pleaded, "judge between my wife and me--I vow that I
will do penance for my deed, and never wed again."

The short summer's night early gave place to the dawn--not rosy that
sad morning, but overcast--gloom was in everything. Piero was still
praying by his dead wife's side when the tramp of footsteps upon the
gravel outside the house fell upon his ears. Swiftly he ran and closed
the entrance-doors, and then calling in a creature of his--a base-born
_medico_--he ordered him to make, there and then, an autopsy of the
corpse, and report according to his express instructions.

"Death from heart failure and the rupture of an artery," such ran the
medical certificate of death! Miserable Eleanora di Piero de' Medici was
buried ceremoniously in the family vault at San Lorenzo, and Piero made
a full confession to his brother, the Grand Duke.

Francesco counselled him to leave Florence at once, and seek a temporary
home at the Court of Madrid, where he might inform his kinsman by
marriage--the King of Spain--of the truth about Eleanora's death. It was
reported at the time that Piero gained possession of Eleanora's child,
Cosimo, and took him away with him from Florence; but what became of the
unfortunate little fellow no one ever knew--probably he went home to his
mother in Paradise just to be out of the way!

Don Piero was appointed by King Philip to a command in the war with
Portugal, but, whilst he distinguished himself by bravery and ability
during the campaign, on his return to Madrid he began the evil life he
had left behind in Florence. The religiously disposed courtiers were
shocked and outraged by his enormities, and, at last, the King requested
his unwelcome visitor to go back to Tuscany.

The Grand Duke very unwillingly allowed Piero to settle once more in
Florence. His house in the Via Larga--it had been occupied by the
scapegrace assassin, Lorenzino--again was a nursery of immorality, as
well as the headquarters of the enemies of his brother. Piero became the
ally of the scheming Cardinal Ferdinando, but his depraved and evil life
was to the end given over to the basest uses of human nature, and he
died miserably, as he well deserved, in 1604, having outlived his second
wife--Beatrice, daughter of the Spanish Duke of Meneses--two years. Of
legitimate offspring he left none, but there survived him eight natural
children by two Spanish nuns in the grand ducal convent of the Santa
Assunta delle Murate.

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After the death of Maria, his eldest daughter, Duke Cosimo centred his
paternal affection in his second daughter, Isabella Romola. She was born
in 1542, just a year younger than his eldest son, Francesco Maria. Her
Spanish name endeared her especially to the Duchess Eleanora, who built
many "_Castelli en España_" for her child.

The young Princess was a bonnie, precocious little girl. At her
christening it was said, greatly to his embarrassment, she kissed the
ascetic bishop who held her at the font; this was taken as an omen of
her success in the service of Prince Cupid! Brought up with her two
sisters and her brothers, Francesco and Giovanni, she very early gave
evidence of charming and peculiar talent.

Merry as a bird and playful as a kitten, the young girl was singing,
singing the livelong day, and dancing with the utmost grace and freedom.
She greatly astonished her parents by her musical gifts and by her
talent as an _improvvisatrice_. She composed, when only ten years of
age, some really excellent _canzone_ and, more than this, she set them
to her own tunes for the lute and pipe, and arranged a very graceful
ballet.

At Court, Isabella was now known as "_Bianca la Seconda_," her
attainments and her person recalling those of Bianca, "the tall
daughter" of Piero and Lucrezia de' Medici. She had, as well, a
remarkable taste for languages: she rivalled her sister Maria in Latin,
which she wrote and spoke with ease. Spanish seemed to come to her
naturally, greatly to the delight of her mother the Duchess, and French
she acquired with similar success.

With her facile pen she could design and draw what she willed, with as
great freedom as she applied to musical notation. Indeed, there seemed
to be no art in which she could not distinguish herself, and she
received encouragement from all the most famous artists of her father's
Court. One of her panegyrists has written thus of Princess Isabella:
"Suffice it to say, that she was esteemed by all--strangers as well as
those about her--a perfect casket of virtue and knowledge. She was
greatly beloved, not only by her parents, but by the whole of the people
of Florence."

Added to her mental accomplishments, which developed with her physical
growth, the Princess exhibited all the charm of a beautiful face and
graceful figure, and, when she reached the ripe age,--for Florence,--of
twelve, she was the most lovely and attractive young girl in Italy.
Reports of her beauty and talent were current in all the Courts of
Europe, and many princely fathers of eligible sons made inquiries about
her fortune; whilst many an amorous young Prince found his way to
Florence, to judge for himself of the charms of the fair young girl.

Duke Cosimo was not the man to give his comely daughter away at random:
indeed he cherished the thought of keeping her in Florence and by his
side, so courtly refusals of proffered hands, and hearts, and crowns,
were dealt out to one and all the suitors. Pope Paul IV., who was on the
best of terms with Duke Cosimo, and never forgot what he owed in his
elevation to the Papal throne to his friend's influence, conceived a
matrimonial project for youthful Isabella. At his Court was a young man
of illustrious descent, good attainments, the heir to vast possessions,
and a devoted adherent of the Holy See--Paolo Giordano d'Orsini.

The Orsini were split up into many branches, but the family was one of
the most ancient and honourable in Rome. Signore Girolamo d'Orsini,
father of Paolo Giordano, was lord of Bracciano and Anguillaria, and of
the country around Civita Vecchia. When only twelve years old, he had
been named by Pope Leo X. to the honorary command of a Papal regiment of
cavalry. When still in his teens the youth served with distinction in
France and in the Neapolitan war; and, on attaining his majority, he was
sent with a detachment of troops to the assistance of the Emperor
Charles V., in the devastating war against the Turks in Hungary.

Created General and Marquis by the Emperor, the young commander returned
to Rome in 1537, and took up his position as the acknowledged head of
his family. He married Francesca, daughter of Bosso Sforza, heiress of
the Counts of Anguillaria. Three sons and a daughter were born to them.

Paolo Giordano, born 1539, was adopted by his maternal uncle, Carlo,
Cardinal Sforza da Santa Fiora, and became a protégé of Paul IV.
Following his father's profession of arms, he saw military service in
Spain, but was recalled to Rome by the death of both his parents. On
succession to the family estates the Pope created the Lordship of
Bracciano a Duchy, and sent a message to Duke Cosimo, commending the
young soldier to his notice, and suggesting a matrimonial alliance with
one of his daughters.

Cosimo looked with favour upon the Pope's proposition, and asked the
young Duke to pay the Florentine Court a visit. The young people seemed
made for one another: he was handsome, brave and rich, she was
beautiful, talented, and lovable. Perhaps it was a case of love at first
sight, anyhow they were betrothed in 1555, with the proviso that the
nuptial knot should not be tied until Isabella had attained her
sixteenth year.

In due course the marriage-contract was drawn up, signed and sealed, but
it contained a condition which was as unnatural as it was impolitic.
Duke Cosimo insisted that his dearly-beloved daughter should make his
house her home for at least six months each year, and only pay
occasional visits to her husband's palace in Rome! Duke Paolo, quite
rightly, resented this questionable arrangement, and only agreed at last
on pressure from the Pope.

Whatever made Cosimo take such a weird course no one can really say,
although horrible rumours were indeed rife in Florence about the
relations between father and child! It was, however, a fatal bar to all
marital happiness, and led to the one and only possible
_dénouement_--tragedy. Certainly the Duke bestowed upon the young couple
the splendid estate and villa of the Baroncelli, which had come into
his hands, and which he enlarged and surrounded with a park. He added a
munificent endowment and had the villa refurnished and redecorated
throughout, according to his son-in-law's wishes.

The marriage was celebrated on 3rd September 1558 in the private chapel
of the Pitti Palace,--a Saturday, always considered, in Florence, an
unlucky day for a wedding,--a few months after that of Prince Alfonso
d'Este's to Isabella's younger sister--Lucrezia. After a brief honeymoon
spent at their villa the youthful bride and bridegroom separated--an
ominous repetition of a fateful error. Truth to tell, Duke Paolo took an
intense dislike to his father-in-law: he distrusted him both in relation
to his affection for Isabella, and also with respect to his tyrannical
character generally. Florence also and the Florentines were distasteful
in their excesses of ill-living, cruelty, and chicanery--not that the
Court of Rome was a Paradise, or the young man a St Anthony!

The Duke went back to Rome and resumed his ordinary life there, without
bearing with him any of the wholesome leaven of matrimony--a husband in
name, and little more. Duchess Isabella, a mere child, wanton and wilful
more than most, was thus left the uncontrolled mistress of a princely
establishment, with no marital check to regulate her conduct. Surely as
unstable a condition, and as conducive to infidelity, as can well be
imagined.

Before leaving his wife at Poggio Baroncelli, Duke Paolo appointed her
household, and made every provision for her comfort. A cousin of his,
Cavaliere Troilo d'Orsini, was placed in charge of the Duchess as
Chamberlain, or quasi-guardian--another false step, and embarrassing for
all parties. He was a handsome and accomplished man, avowedly unmarried,
young and of a sympathetic disposition, and manifestly not at all the
sort of person to place upon terms of such close relationship with the
attractive young Duchess.

Under its fascinating _Castellana_ the Baroncelli villa became a busy
little Court, the scene of constant festivities, gossip, and intrigue.
Her mother's Court at the Pitti was quite second in attractiveness.
Duchess Eleanora if virtuous and conscientious, was rather dull and
uninteresting. She cared much more for her Spanish connections than for
her Florentine courtiers: much of her time she spent in the Cappella
degli Spagnioli at Santa Maria Novella. What time she spared from her
devotions she occupied in the establishment and patronage of the
_Accademia degli Elevati_--"Souls," for the encouragement of poetry.

Duchess Isabella d'Orsini was hailed as "_La Nuova Saffo_" by those who
gathered round her. She was by nature an arrant flirt--as most pretty
women are--for she inherited her father's amorous disposition; and she
was impulsive,--an added charm where beauty reigns,--worldly-minded, and
dreadfully extravagant; moreover, she dressed to perfection.

The Duke of Bracciano paid rare visits to Florence, but the Duchess, in
compliance with her marriage-contract, spent a portion of each year with
her husband in Rome. These visits were not occasions of happiness and
satisfaction. The two had scarcely any interests in common, and the
infrequency of intercourse entailed unfamiliarity and embarrassment. The
good-byes were never unwelcome on either side!

The Duke took up, once more, his military duties, following in the
footsteps of his father as commander, in 1566, of a division of the
Imperial army against the Turks. For his bravery at the battle of
Lepanto, he was made Field-Marshal of the Emperor and a Count of the
Holy Roman Empire. In other respects he had his consolations for his
enforced separation from his wife--and Isabella, naturally, had hers
too!

It was said that every man fell in love with her, and she, on her part,
did not restrain her passion. There was no one to advise, no one to
check, no one to help her to keep in the path of wifely fidelity.
Reports of _liaisons_ were made to the Duke by his Chamberlain from time
to time, but these were couched in words which concealed his own part
therein. He and the Duchess were accustomed to be much alone together.
He was a musician and a linguist, a scholar and an artist like herself,
and a most attractive companion. She helped him in his great literary
work--_Lezione della Lingua Toscana_--perhaps the only serious
occupation she ever undertook.

An intimacy, with such a similarity of tastes, ripened naturally into a
romantic attachment--certainly quite in accord with the tenets of
Platonic humanism, and perhaps something more! That Duke Paolo was
conversant with the relations of his wife with his cousin was well
known, but he made no complaint, and took no action to check them.
Likely enough he had that "easy-going contempt of everything and
everybody" which Niccolo Macchiavelli has stigmatised as the prevailing
tone of Italian society.

Probably the sad deaths of Princess Maria and Duchess Lucrezia d'Este,
and the tragic events in the Maremma of 1562, affected Isabella greatly,
but they only tended to increase her husband's detestation for
everything Florentine. No doubt he judged that Cosimo's hand slew both
Maria and Garzia--might it not strike Isabella or himself! When a man,
in an autocratic position such as that made by Cosimo I., yields to
unguarded passion, reason and right alike are at a discount. Isabella's
husband had taken the measure of her father--alas, that he was destined
to follow his example!

For Isabella a new interest was created when, in 1564, Bianca
Buonaventuri became "_La cosa di Francesco_,"--her brother. She, so to
speak, clasped the lovely young Venetian to her bosom. She entered into
the romance of the elopement, and of her brother's infatuation, with all
her heart. Isabella de' Medici and Bianca Cappello-Buonaventuri became
inseparable friends.

During Duchess Eleanora's life the gaieties and the follies of the court
had been kept within something like bounds, but she had hardly been laid
in her tomb within San Lorenzo than Duke Cosimo gave reins to his
passions, and the Palazzo Pitti and the various Medicean villas became
the scenes of unbridled lust and depravity. In 1564 the Duke deputed
most of his sovereign power to his son Francesco, who became Regent and
virtual ruler of Tuscany.

The grave scandals which distracted Florentine society began to raise up
in the minds of the people violent antipathy for a Sovereign whose
private example was so abominable, and whose discharge of public duties
was so basely marked by turpitude. A revolution of a drastic description
seemed to be inevitable, and, really, Cosimo had no other course than
abdication.

The Florentine rendering and observance of Platonism favoured illicit
connections between the sexes. The palaces of the nobles and of the
wealthy merchants were nothing more or less than harems. The manners and
traditions of the Orient took root, not only in Florence, but in all the
other Italian States, and the normal strictness and restrictions of
lawful married life had everywhere all but disappeared. Every household,
not only of the noble but also of the middle class, had among its
number a _cicisbeo_, or two or more,--"unofficial wives"--we may call
them, possessed of almost equal rights and position as the lawful
spouses.

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The great event of the year 1562 was the marriage of Prince Francesco
and the Archduchess Giovanna d'Austria. Quite certainly the Duke and
Duchess of Bracciano were among the notable personages present at the
nuptials. Indeed that year the Duke spent more of his time than usual in
Florence, and was very busy buying and rebuilding the Villa Cerreto
Guidi, and laying out the park and gardens--the former for the pursuit
of deer-hunting, the latter by way of rivalry to Pratolino--Francesco
and Bianca's plaisance.

The Grand Duchess Giovanna was something like her predecessor, Duchess
Eleanora, a serious-minded sort of woman, with no pretensions to beauty
or ability, not at all the sort of sovereign for that gay and dissolute
court. The _beau monde_ took themselves off to the Orte Oricellari--to
pay their devotions to the lovely Venetian mistress of their Sovereign;
and to Poggio Baroncelli--where Duchess Isabella reigned as queen of
fashion and frivolity.

Cosimo and Cammilla de' Martelli--whom he married secretly and took away
to his favourite Villa del Castello--lived in strict retreat, rarely
came into Florence, and kept no sort of state. At the same time two
sons of his were sources of keen anxiety.

Ferdinando, born 1549, was now wearing the Cardinal's red hat, which
hapless young Garzia's hunting-knife had caused to fall from his brother
Giovanni's head in the Maremma. Ambitious, jealous, but, perhaps, less
depraved than his father, the Cardinal de' Medici made no secret of his
dislike of his brother Francesco and his _innamorata_, Bianca
Buonaventuri. He became a thorn in his father's and brother's sides on
account of his extortionate and presumptuous demands. His young
stepmother--only two years his senior--favoured his pretensions, and so
brought trouble upon herself, as we shall see later on.

Piero, Cosimo's youngest legitimate son, was but a boy of fourteen when
his father married his second wife. Of course she was far too young and
inexperienced to be of any use in guiding his growth and tastes.

The Court was thus divided: the two parties were headed respectively by
the Grand Duchess Giovanna, the titular Grand Duchess-dowager,--so to
call Cammilla,--with the Cardinal de' Medici; and by Bianca Cappello di
Pietro Buonaventuri and Duchess Isabella of Bracciano.

With respect to the latter coterie, its influence was vastly augmented
by the assassination of Pietro Buonaventuri in 1572. Duchess Isabella
gave her whole heart's support to the beauteous young widow. She wrote
to her the most affectionate letters, in one of which, if not in more,
she says she loves Bianca "more than sister," and bids her retain her
position as "the loving helper of my brother."

Bianca heartily returned her "more than a sister's" affection, and she
repeatedly spoke of Duchess Isabella in her letters to her cousins in
Venice. "I had," she says, for example, on 17th July 1574, "the
illustrious Domina Isabella to dine with me in my garden, and with her
came my good friends her brother Don Piero and his young wife...."
Beautiful, accomplished, and light-hearted, Isabella and Bianca were the
dearest and most constant of companions. They lived apparently only for
admiration and adulation, but the Duchess' position was infinitely more
free and unconventional than that of the Venetian: the latter lived for
one man's love alone--Francesco--Isabella dispensed her favours where
she willed!

Duke Paolo grew suspicious of his wife's liberty of action. His
protests, at first couched in deprecatory language, were met with
girlish _insouciance_; but, when he began to complain arrogantly,
Isabella replied with spirit and determination. His jealous reprimands
were met by like charges and, truth to tell, there was not a pin to
choose between the two.

The Grand Duke Cosimo before his death in 1574, and the Grand Duke
Francesco, were alike irritated by Bracciano's cool, calculating
conduct; and both upheld Isabella against her husband's ill-humour and
harsh judgments. Duke Paolo, however, kept his own counsel, and by means
of spies discovered that Troilo d'Orsini's monthly reports were at least
open to doubt as to their truthfulness with respect to his wife's
conduct in private. Matters, however, drifted--he was too intent upon
his own affairs in Rome and elsewhere to disturb rudely the state of
things at Poggio Baroncelli.

His suspicions at length were brusquely confirmed, and the uneasy peace
of evil deeds was broken by portentous news from Florence. A courier in
his pay arrived one evening, in July 1576, breathless, at the Bracciano
Palace, with the intelligence that the trusty chamberlain had stabbed to
the heart an attractive young page, Lelio Torello, attached to the
household of the Grand Duke; and had, moreover, at once taken flight
precipitately from the Villa!

Bracciano knew exactly what this purported--young Torello was a lover of
his wife as well as Troilo d'Orsini! Without a moment's delay, he
started off for Florence to tax the Duchess with unfaithfulness. At the
Porta Romana he was staggered by the news which greeted him--Piero de'
Medici had killed his wife, Eleanora de Garzia de Toledo, at
Cafaggiuolo!

He tarried not to pay his respects to the Grand Duke and Grand Duchess
at the Palazzo Pitti hard by, but galloped off post-haste to his wife's
villa, and, unannounced, surprised Isabella in the midst of
preparations for a sudden journey! If, as some maintained, she meant to
follow her fleeing lover, Troilo, at all events she was determined to
seek the Court of France, and throw herself upon the sympathy of Queen
Caterina, her kinswoman, and crave her protection for herself and her
babe!

Several letters had already passed between the two illustrious women.
Isabella, on her part, says: "I have asked pardon of God for my sins,
and have resolved to let things take their course"; but she implores
Catherine to protect her little son. In the last of these letters she
writes:--"Let your Majesty think of this letter as the last words of a
person bound to you by the ties of blood, and consider them as the
confidence of one who is about to die, resigned and repentant, who
otherwise could only end her life in despair and desperation."

The Duke judged his wife guilty, before she had offered any explanation
of the tragic doings at the Villa, and his impulse was to dishonour her
before her whole household. The spirit of duplicity, which had haunted
their married life, during eighteen random years of misunderstanding,
distaste and estrangement, still ruled them both--but Bracciano
restrained his passion for a while.

He noted the preparations for hasty flight--indicative of Isabella's
guilt--but, what more than all else enraged him almost beyond the power
of self-control, was the cry of an infant within Isabella's apartments!
That child was not his. Whose was it?

Isabella met her husband perfectly unabashed, and, if she expected an
immediate explosion, she was agreeably though somewhat misgivingly
surprised at his cordial greeting. He asked her where she was going, and
suggested that they should go away together. Isabella of course
prevaricated--truth is a negative quality between those who doubt each
other! Then, to her great surprise, Bracciano began to express himself
in terms at once tender and apologetic.

"The faults, and faults there are, have been all on my side," he said,
"but I wish to alter all this and begin a new course, happy, and
well-regulated. I suggest that bygones be bygones, and that we mutually
agree to bury the past. Let us, Isabella, begin an entirely new course
of life and live henceforth only for each other." His fair words were
matched by the mild expression he contrived to put into his face, and,
although the Duchess distrusted them, or at least her sense of hearing,
she met his advances handsomely.

The day passed over pleasantly, the _rapprochement_ seemed to be real
and sincere, and when the Duke invited her to accompany him upon a
hunting expedition to Cerreto Guidi, on the morrow, his wife expressed
her pleasure and acquiescence. He himself set off early in the day, it
was 10th July, and he asked Isabella to follow with her maidens
leisurely.

Whether from innate distrustfulness, or presage of coming evil, the
Duchess put off her journey till quite late, and only arrived there as
night was coming on. At the entrance to the Villa the Duke met her,
holding in a leash two splendid hare-hounds, which he begged her to
accept and use on the morrow.

The dinner-party was numerous and merry, but not one of the company was
gayer than the host. Isabella sat beside him, and he offered her many
lover-like attentions. Everybody remarked these excellent and unusual
relations between the Duke and Duchess, and wondered greatly thereat.
After a very pleasant musical evening the company separated for the
night, and the Duke, passing into his own bedchamber, invited his wife
to enter with him.

Was it instinct or was it second sight, which caused Isabella's steps to
falter on the threshold? She trembled as her husband held aside the
arras, turned deadly pale, and, retreating for a moment, she whispered
to her lady-in-waiting, Donna Lucrezia de' Frescobaldi--"Shall I enter,
or shall I not?" Bracciano's voice again was raised in gentle
persuasiveness, and taking her by her hand, clammy cold as it was, he
asked her, laughingly, why she held back.

She bade Donna Lucrezia good-night very tremulously, and then the
curtain fell, and Isabella was alone with her lord. The room was in its
usual state, but truth to tell, she had not lain there for many a long
night, and, as the Duke continued to talk affectionately, and to prepare
for bed, she began to feel less alarm. Without more ado she flung
herself into a deep lounging-chair and began to meditate and to chatter.

Seating himself by her side, Bracciano began to caress her hands and to
fondle her in his arms, and when he noted that she had given herself
entirely to his will and pleasure, as an amorous, faithful wife once
more, he swiftly reached down for a _corda di collo_--a horse's
halter--which he had placed behind the chair. Implanting an impassioned
kiss upon those lovely lips, which had so long yearned for a husband's
embrace, he adroitly threw the rope round his wife's neck, and pulling
it taut in a wild access of rage, he strangled her--holding on until her
struggles ceased!

Then he cast her fair body from him, and spurned it with his foot, as
though it had been some foul and loathsome thing. Thus perished, in her
thirty-sixth year, Isabella de' Medici, wife of Paolo Giordano
d'Orsini--as sinful as she was lovely, but much more sinned against than
sinning after all.

Before the dawn of day the Duke, accompanied by one attendant only, rode
into Florence, and left at the Palazzo Pitti a heartless message for the
Grand Duke, requesting him to despatch the brethren of the
_Misericordia_ to Cerreto Guidi, where was "something which required
their attention"--then he continued his course straight on to Rome.

Florence was aghast at this horror, but the Grand Duke Francesco kept
his own counsel, and no pursuit followed the murderer. An official
announcement was made to the effect that "The Duchess of Bracciano died
in a fit of apoplexy." This nobody for a moment believed: whether her
brother was privy to the deed is perhaps open to doubt, for he and
Isabella were devoted to one another.

It has been said that it was due to Bianca Buonaventuri's persuasion
that the Grand Duke took no steps to vindicate his sister's honour or
dishonour. The punishment of assassins mostly leads to further
assassinations, and the "_La cosa di Francesco_" had reason to fear for
her own life, seeing that her husband and her two dearest friends in
Florence had been done brutally to death.

What became of the child, whose cries the Duke of Bracciano had heard,
at Villa Poggio Baroncelli, no one seems to have recorded, nor are there
any statements extant as to who his father actually was--a boy he was
anyhow, and, though his name is uncertain, he was spoken of by the
Duchess as "_il mio becchino_," "my little kid."

We may father him as we like--and at least three claimants for that
honour are known--Troilo d'Orsini, the Duke's cousin and the Duchess'
companion; Lelio Torello, the comely young _Calcio_ player, and the
favourite page of the Grand Duke Francesco; and, be it said in terms of
doubt and horror, the Grand Duke Cosimo! If the latter, then this
"Tragedy" is the culmination of all the abominable orgies which have
blackened the character of the greatest tyrant and monster of his epoch!

Another story affects the career of the Chamberlain Troilo d'Orsini. He
sought sanctuary in France and was befriended by Queen Catherine, to
whom his mistress, the unhappy Duchess of Bracciano, had commended "the
little kid." Whether he accepted the rôle of father to save the fame of
the defunct Grand Duke is not known, but the unfortunate, if guilty,
fugitive was stabbed in the streets of Paris by bravoes sent after him
in the pay of the Duke of Bracciano.



CHAPTER V


FRANCESCO--"_Il Virtuoso_"

BIANCA CAPPELLO--"_La Figlia di Venezia_"

PELLEGRINA--"_La Bella Bianchina_"


_True Lovers--and False_


"We'll have none of her among our dead!"

These were the brutal words of Cardinal Ferdinando de' Medici, at the
villa of Poggio a Caiano on the morning of 21st October 1587. They
formed the curt reply his Eminence vouchsafed to Bishop Abbioso of
Ravenna, "her" confessor.

The bishop, looking to favours from Ferdinando, who succeeded Francesco
as third Grand Duke of Tuscany, sent overnight, the following message to
his new Sovereign:

"This moment at 8 p.m. Her Most Serene Highness the Grand Duchess passed
to another life. The present messenger awaits your Highness' orders as
to the disposal of the body."

"The body!"

Yes, it was "the body" of as loving a woman as ever lived in Florence.
She had been the most faithful of wives, the most attractive of
consorts, and one of the most generous of benefactresses. It was "the
body" of as unselfish a sister-in-law as any man, high or low, ever
had, who strove her utmost to propitiate, screen, and honour the
self-seeking brother of her husband. It was "the body" of Bianca
Cappello!

Ferdinando had, for years, plotted her death, and now he had
accomplished his dastardly design--a design which also made him the
murderer of his brother, Francesco de' Medici.

To be sure, the double tragedy was adjudged no tragedy by such as waited
for favours from the coming ruler, and the mysteriously sudden deaths of
Francesco de' Medici and his wife Bianca were assigned to natural causes
by well-paid dependants upon Ferdinando's bounty and favour. The
bloodguiltiness of fratricidal Ferdinando was well whitewashed by his
courtiers, and historians have painted him in colours that ill befit his
character. So is history written ofttimes and again.

Pope Sixtus VI. had all the gruesome circumstances placed before him,
and whilst he was too weak or too cunning--it matters not which--to
charge the princely murderer with his deeds, he tacitly accepted the
finding of his commission of inquiry:--"Ferdinando de' Medici,
Cardinal-Priest of San Giorgio, Grand Duke of Tuscany, poisoned his
brother and his sister at Poggio a Caiano."

Now must the story be told, gathered out of records, more or less
reliable--more or less biassed. It is a story which brings a blush to
the cheek and a lump in the throat, and calls forth feelings of
detestation for the murderer. At the same time it is a thrilling story
of a love stronger than death.

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Late one dark night, in November 1563, a gondola shot out from the deep
shadow of the church of Sant' Appolinare, upon the Rio della Canonica,
in Venice, dipped under the Ponte del Storto, and sped its way, swiftly
propelled by two stalwart boatmen.

There was little use to cry out "_Leï_" or "_Stali_," for no other craft
was afloat at that hour, and the gondola was unimpeded in its course.
Crossing the Grand Canal the helmsman made for the Guidecca, and on past
the Punta di Santa Maria, and on still, away across the wide and silent
lagune, right on to Fusina, on the mainland.

In the herse were two persons--a boy and a girl--fast clasped in each
other's arms: she sobbing upon his breast, he comforting her with hot
kisses upon her lips. They were Pietro de' Buonaventuri and Bianca de'
Cappelli. The elopement was complete, and all Pietro's manhood rose as
he held his sweetheart in a strong embrace: he would guard her with his
life, come what might. He knew they were safe from present pursuit, for
to none had he revealed his plans; but he also knew that a price would
be set upon their heads, and daggers dodge their course. Stepping
lightly ashore with his sweetheart, the young man paid his boatmen and
bade them not hurry back to Venice. Then the young couple took the road
to Bologna, on their way to Florence. They had very little money between
them, but Bianca had stuffed into her pocket her jewellery and Pietro
had just received his quarter's salary.

At the Cappello mansion, on the morrow, was a scene of wild confusion.
Messer Bartolommeo Cappello was like a madman; he demanded his daughter
at the hand of her faithful maid, Maria del Longhi, and laid the matter
at once before the Supreme Council. On enquiry, Pietro Buonaventuri, who
had been for long Bianca's most favoured admirer, was neither at the
Salviati bank, where he was occupied as a clerk, nor at his lodgings.

The daughter of a Venetian patrician gone off with a banker's clerk! The
idea maddened the old man--he would trace them, and punish them, and all
who had assisted their flight. Messer Giovanni Battista Buonaventuri,
Pietro's uncle, the manager of the bank; Bianca's maid and her parents;
the two _gondolieri_ and their wives; and ever so many others were cast
into prison.

No news came of the erring couple, and now they were well ahead of
pursuit. Two thousand ducats was the blood-money offered for Pietro,
dead or alive. Assassins bought for gold followed on the road to
Florence, but never caught up their quarry. Messer Bartolommeo's
vengeance knew no bounds, and his new wife, Madonna Lucrezia de'
Grimani-Contarini fanned the flames. She hated Bianca.

The winter sun had long ago set beyond the stone-pines of Monte Oliveto,
and the deep blue Tuscan sky had turned to sober slate, purpled with the
fading glow of northern crimson. It was a night near Christmas, and Ser
Zenobio Buonaventuri sat at his table, in his modest little one-storied
house on the Piazza San Marco, putting the finishing touches to his
_précis_ of the day's notarial work, in the Corte della Mercanzia. His
worthy spouse, Madonna Costanza's weary fingers had just completed the
stitching of the last of twelve pairs of kid gloves, for her employers,
of the Guild of the Fur and Skin Merchants--the Salvetti, who were her
relatives.

They had been talking, as was their wont, about their dashing, handsome
son Pietro, the pride of their hearts, who was away in Venice, a clerk
under his uncle, Giovanni Battista. They were a lonesome couple, and
they deplored their four years' parting from their only boy. To be sure,
he had often, indeed regularly, written to them happy, contented
letters. Moreover, Messer Giovanni Battista had sent them very
satisfactory reports of his application to business, but he named one
subject, which filled the hearts of the doting parents with
apprehension--it was, of course, a story of romance. Pietro had a
sweetheart--that in itself caused little uneasiness; what healthy-minded
young fellow had not! But Pietro had an unusually amorous nature, and
his love escapades had not been few in Florence. In Venice, "the Court
of Venus," he revelled in the fair beauty and the freedom of maidens, so
much more lovely and so much less reserved, than the Florentine girls he
knew. But when Messer Giovanni Battista named as his _innamorata_ the
young daughter of one of the proudest patricians of the Serene Republic,
the worthy couple were in trepidation lest the lad's passion should lead
to regrettable embarrassments.

No love was lost between the sister Republics, and the feeling of
hostility in public matters was carried into private life. Pietro never
named the romance, but Ser Zenobio, by way of meeting--as was his
wont--his troubles half way, penned anxious cautions to his son. The
Buonaventuri, though by no means an obscure family, were not _Grandi_
like the Cappelli, Lords of Venice. Moreover, Bianca's father was a
wealthy man and a member of the Supreme Council, whilst Ser Zenobio was
merely a modest notary of no great fame or fortune.

It was bedtime, but hark! at the door were shuffling steps and voices
whispering; and presently there came a gentle tap--repeated once or
twice. Ser Zenobio rose to see what was passing outside his house.
Peering into the gloom he saw two figures--one a girl's--and a voice he
knew full well said:

"Father, we have come to crave shelter and protection."

"Who are you? My boy Pietro! And what are you doing here in Florence,
and at this time of night?"

Madonna Costanza was peeping over his shoulder, and both of them were
greatly agitated, and awaited with anxiety Pietro's reply.

"We have come from Venice and are very tired. See, father and mother,
this is Bianca."

Sternly answered Ser Zenobio. "What do you mean, Pietro? What shame is
this you have done your parents? Who is Bianca, and what are you doing
with her in Florence? You never said you were coming home. Explain
yourself, or come not into your father's house."

Heavy rain was falling, and Bianca was weeping as Pietro led her into
the light of the candle his mother held.

"Let them come in anyhow, Zenobio, and we can hear what they have got to
say, without the neighbours hearing us," put in the tender-hearted
woman.

With that, Ser Zenobio gave his hand to Bianca and drew her and Pietro
within the door, and then, in sterner tones, he commanded his son to
tell what he had done.

Briefly Pietro recounted the story of his love and how Bianca returned
it. He spoke of Messer Bartolommeo's harshness and of the unkindness of
Bianca's stepmother, Madonna Lucrezia de' Grimani-Contarini--the
Patriarch's sister. He described their plight and the perils which
threatened them. But, when he went on to hint at Bianca's condition, the
loving heart of Madonna Costanza melted towards the beauteous, weeping
girl, and she drew her to her bosom to embrace and comfort her.

Long and anxious vigil the four kept that winter's night. The outcome of
their deliberations was the marriage of Pietro and Bianca, on 12th
December, privately, at Ser Zenobio's, with the priestly blessing at San
Marco's across the way.

It was deemed expedient that the young people should conceal themselves
as much as possible, in view of the extreme measures taken by the Serene
Republic. If caught, Pietro was to be slain and Bianca enclosed in a
convent. The abduction of a noble Venetian was a capital offence, and
the girl's dowry was confiscated by the State.

Soon the news of the elopement ran through Florence and set everybody
talking. The reward of two thousand gold ducats was a tempting bait for
desperadoes and others in need of coin. Everybody wished to see the
beauteous Venetian and have a chat with bold Pietro, for, of course, no
Florentine blamed them! Who could?

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Don Francesco, Duke Cosimo's eldest son, was in Bavaria making
believe-courtship with the Archduchess Joanne, the Emperor's daughter,
when the gossip about Pietro and Bianca reached him. He, of course, knew
nothing of the Buonaventuri, nor of the Cappelli, but romance is romance
in every age and degree of human life! He determined on his return to
Florence to find out the amorous young couple and judge for himself of
the charms of the fair girl-bride.

Away back, in the grounds of the monastery of San Marco, was the
garden-casino of Cosimo, "_Padre della Patria_," a delightful retreat.
Francesco received it as a gift from his father, and there he was
accustomed to entertain his friends and familiars.

Passing, on his way thither--as he often did, with a frolicsome party of
young bloods--the humble dwelling of the Buonaventuri, he chanced, one
day, to look up at a half-open window--the jalousies were thrown back,
and there, sitting at her needlework, was the very girl he sought!

There could be no manner of doubt who she was, no Florentine maiden was
so fair, and no eyes in Florence were so bright. Casually asking a
member of his suite whose house they were passing, Don Francesco tossed
up his glove at the girl and passed on.

Another person witnessed this love passage, the Marchesa Anna
Mondragone, wife of Francesco's old governor and his chamberlain--she
was on the balcony of the house at the corner of the Piazza to make her
usual curtsey to the Prince. When the Marchese came home that night, he
told his wife that the Prince had seen Bianca Buonaventuri, and had
enlisted his services to obtain an interview with the lovely Venetian.

Nothing does a woman of the world love more than to be a go-between
where sentimental couples are concerned--be it for their weal or be it
for their woe--and so the Marchesa sympathetically addressed herself to
the diplomatic task of bringing the two young people together. She
struck up a passing acquaintance with Madonna Costanza, and upon the
plea that she wished for the opinion of her daughter-in-law upon the
question of a Venetian costume she was about to wear at a reception at
the palace, asked her to bring Bianca to the Mondragone mansion.

Accordingly, a few days after the affair of the kid glove, the three
women were closeted in the Marchesa's boudoir, where the Marchese joined
them. Calling off Bianca to look at some jewellery, she whisked her into
another room, and presently, leaving her absorbed in the beauty of the
gems, retired.

Bianca looked up, somewhat annoyed to find herself alone, and, as she
did so, she detected a slight movement behind the arras over the door.
The next moment it was raised, and there stepped into the apartment none
other than Don Francesco de' Medici!

Bianca stood there, speechless and embarrassed, but the Prince,
approaching, took her hand in his, kissed it, and placed her beside him
on a couch. When she had recovered from her surprise, Bianca fell upon
her knees and, weeping, besought Francesco to befriend her and Pietro.
Raising her to the couch once more, he folded her in an impassioned
embrace, and promised his protection and what she would besides!

Very greatly moved was the young man by Bianca's rare beauty of face and
form, and by the tenderness of her voice, and, perhaps more than all, by
the undoubting confidence she reposed in him. Bianca was such a very
different sort of girl to cold, unattractive and ill-educated Giovanna.

Immediate steps were taken to obtain the recension of the punitive
decrees of the Venetian Council, but they proved abortive, and nothing
could be done in Venice for Bianca and Pietro. In Florence Don Francesco
could do as he willed. His father, Cosimo, had already made over to him
much of his sovereign authority.

In July 1564, Bianca Buonaventuri became the mother of a little girl, to
whom the name Pellegrina--her own dear mother's name--was given. The
days of convalescence quickly passed, and Francesco paid his
_innamorata_ increasing court. Upon Pietro and Bianca he bestowed a
charming palace, on the Lung 'Arno, and provided them with ample means
to maintain themselves and it. He appointed Pietro Keeper of his
Wardrobe and Clerk of his Privy Closet, on condition that his
fascinating girl-wife should be regarded pretty much as "_La cosa di
Francesco_."

The more the Prince saw of Bianca the stronger grew his passion. She was
perfectly irresistible. After the fashion of the day, he poured forth
his devotion in graceful madrigals--the first of which, began as
follows:--

"A rich and shining Gem hath Dame Nature
Taken out of Heaven's treasury, and
Wrapping it in a lustrous human veil
Hath bestowed it on me, saying, 'To thee
I give this beauteous Flora for thine own.'"

Meanwhile preparations were going forward for the reception and marriage
of the Austrian Archduchess, who reached Florence on 16th November 1565.
Reports of her husband's infatuation for Bianca Buonaventuri had of
course travelled to Vienna, and Giovanna had not long to wait for their
verification. She could not brook the fouling of the marriage-bed nor
permit the _liaison_ to go on undenounced.

Francesco met her ill-humour with a frown. He pointed to the morals of
her father's court, and to the Florentine cult of Platonism, and he bade
her mind her own business and not make troubles. Her appeals to Duke
Cosimo and to her brother the Emperor Maximilian were in vain. Francesco
plainly hinted that she might go back to Vienna if she liked, for
nothing that she could say or do would alter his admiration and his
devotion for Bianca Buonaventuri. The strictness of married life had
long ago disappeared from the conventions of Florentine society. Mutual
relationships proved that men might live as they pleased, so long as
they did not renounce the offspring, even when they were assured that it
was not their own. The term "_Partiti_"--"Sharers" or "Partners"--
perhaps less literally but more emphatically, "kindred souls," was
bestowed upon this relationship. Still at no time was Francesco a
sensuous man or a libertine like his father. His devotionally-affected
mother, Eleanora de Toledo, had trained him in moral ways, and had
called forth in him regard for religion and sympathy for charitable
objects. Possessed of great self-command and reticence, he never
betrayed himself in any way; passionate he was beyond the ordinary, but
never revengeful. He loved one woman, and only one, and to her he proved
himself faithful until death took them away together; but she was not
Giovanna, his political wife, she was Bianca, the wife of his heart and
mind.

Next to his love of Bianca was his love of money: no prince of his house
was ever half so wealthy or so sparing. Avarice came to him through the
rapacity of Giovanna's German followers and through her own
extravagance.

The year after his marriage, Bianca Buonaventuri was introduced at Court
as Bianca Cappello. The young Duchess of course was furious, and
pointedly refused all intercourse with her rival. Bianca, on the other
hand, laid herself out to propitiate the dour Austrian princess and to
stifle slander. Still a mere girl, she was in full command of all the
moves in woman's strategy. There was no school like that of Venice for
the display of tact and fascination. To be sure, she was living in a
crystal palace, but she was perfectly ready to repair all damages.
Bianca was severely upon her guard, and her conduct was perfectly
correct in every way.

Very rarely did young Cardinal Ferdinando visit Florence, but in 1569,
Cosimo, his father, sent for him, that he might embrace him before he
died, being, as he thought, on the point of death. At the magnificently
immoral Court of the Vatican he had heard the gossip about the lovely
Venetian girl who had so completely captured his brother Francesco.
Quite naturally, the by no means ascetic young ecclesiastic desired
greatly to see for himself the Venetian charmer, and he journeyed to
Florence, bent upon judging for himself.

Francesco greeted Ferdinando quite affectionately--there was no reason
why he should not--and unhesitatingly introduced him to Bianca. At the
impressionable age of twenty, the young Prince fell at once under the
spell of those bewitching eyes. Who could resist her? In the fulness of
her womanhood Bianca Buonaventuri was without rival among the fair women
of Florence, and the boy-Cardinal made, like all the rest, impassioned
love to her.

Back again in Rome and busy with his plans for the great Medici Palace
in the Eternal City he lost none of his admiration for his brother's
"Flora," till evil tongues began to wag around him. Was not he,
Ferdinando, Don Francesco's heir-presumptive? Duchess Giovanna had given
her husband none but daughters; she, too, was in delicate health and
might die without a son being born. What then? Why, of course, Francesco
would marry Bianca Buonaventuri, and by her secure the succession.
Whether he was destined for the Papacy or not, the Grand Duchy was his
by inheritance, and it behoved him, they said, to guard his rights and
further his expectations!

Ferdinando listened to this tittle-tattle and it caused ambitious
distrust of Francesco and Bianca. As heir-presumptive to a temporal
sovereignty, he began to surround himself with all the attributes and
circumstances of his position. His palace was regal in its magnificence,
his entertainments were upon a princely scale, and he assumed an
overbearing demeanour in his relations with Francesco.

Instigated by inveterate intriguers in his entourage, he quite
hypocritically affected to be shocked at his brother's _liaison_ with
Bianca, although he made no demur at his father's relations with
Eleanora degli Albizzi, Cammilla de' Martelli, and other _innamorate_.
Giovanna was only too delighted to have the invaluable assistance of the
young Cardinal in her campaign against "the hated Venetian." At length
he took the bold step of expostulating with Francesco upon his
intercourse with the captivating rival of Giovanna. The Prince was
furious, and warned his brother never to name the subject again, and on
no account to meddle with his private affairs.

Ferdinando replied that he was quite content to abstain at a price. The
truth was, that his lavish extravagance had exhausted his revenue and
restricted his powers of borrowing, and he was in lack of funds for the
maintenance of his state in Rome.

In a weak moment Francesco gave heed to Ferdinando's stipulations, and
provided him with funds and increased his family allowance. In
gratitude, the Cardinal threw into his brother's teeth the fact of his
position as heir-presumptive, and insisted upon the purchase of a piece
of land at the confluence of the Pesa with the Arno. There he built his
Villa Ambrogiana, which became the seat of an anti-Francesco cabal and
the headquarters of an elaborate system of paid spies and toadies.

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In September 1571, Francesco issued a decree which ennobled the family
of Bianca's husband, and Ser Zenobio, unambitious, pottering notary that
he was, and Pietro, and all their male kith and kin, were enrolled
"_inter nobiles, inter agnationes et familias ceusetas et
connumeratus._" Pietro was now a gentleman of Florence, and he at once
assumed the airs of such, as he conceived they should be, but his bad
manners and his arrogance brought upon him the contempt of the whole
Court.

Francesco at first shielded his protégé, but his overbearing conduct and
his importunities at length alienated his regard, and he made no attempt
to conceal his displeasure. Bianca pleaded with her husband in vain,
success had turned his head, and now came "the parting of the ways."

Pietro had consented that Bianca should be "_La cosa di Francesco_"; he
too would enjoy life, and he sought his compensation in the embraces of
the most attractive and most scheming flirt in Florence, Madonna
Cassandra, the wealthy widow of Messer Simone de' Borghiani--born a
Riccio. Although well over thirty years of age, she was run after by all
the young gallants of the Court and city. Two already had been done to
death for love of her--mere boys--Pietro del Calca and Giovanni de'
Cavalcanti.

Pietro Buonaventuri vowed he would marry her, but the Ricci would have
none of him; and he fell, one summer's night, under the very windows of
his wife's bedchamber, pierced with twenty-five savage dagger thrusts.
That same night--it was 27th August 1572--Madonna Cassandra was
stabbed, in her own apartment, also twenty-five times, and two stark,
mutilated corpses were mercifully borne away, in the dawn, by the
brethren of the _Misericordia_, and given burial.

Bianca, widowed, demanded at the hand of her princely lover justice for
the spilling of her husband's blood; but, for answer, Francesco drew her
gently to his heart and said: "The best thing I can do now, my own
Bianca, is to make you, before long, Grand Duchess of Tuscany!"

The Cardinal was keenly interested in this tragedy, not indeed that he
took any part therein, but it had a distinct bearing upon his line of
conduct, and he noted with apprehension the redoubling of Francesco's
devotion to "the hated Venetian."

Bianca, of course, was perfectly aware that she was the real cause of
Ferdinando's animosity, in spite of his protestations of admiration and
the like. She set about to unmask his real intentions and to circumvent
his hypocrisy. Her methods were at once original and full of tact, for
she disarmed his aggression by playing to his personal vanity and by
furthering his lust for money.

Not once, nor twice, but many times, did Bianca plead with Francesco for
his brother, and always with success, and many a substantial sum of
money was lodged in the Roman Medici bank at his disposal. Ferdinando
began to realise that the only way to his brother's purse was by
Bianca's favour, and he began to evince a distinctly amiable spirit in
his relations with her.

As marking the improvement in the situation, the Cardinal accepted an
invitation to a family gathering at Poggio a Caiano in the autumn of
1575. The Grand Duchess Giovanna quite properly was the hostess, but
Bianca Buonaventuri, who was installed in a Casino in the park, which
Francesco had given her, and called "Villetta Bini," was of the party,
the life and soul of all the entertainments.

During the festivities Bianca managed to be _tête-à-tête_ with her
brother-in-law in a secluded summer-house. The fascination of three
years before was again transcendent. "The Venetian is irresistible," he
said afterwards, "I cannot hate her, try how I will!" The truth was, he
was madly in love, and he owned it, but his love was, after all, like
the hot fumes of a lurid fire.

The year 1576 was a black one in the annals of the Medici. Two beautiful
and accomplished princesses of the ruling house were done to death by
jealous, unfaithful husbands.

Bianca Buonaventuri was stunned by the terrible end of her dear
sister-friends, Isabella de' Medici and Eleanora de Garzia de Toledo.
Would her turn come next? The three had been called "The Three Graces of
Florence," and certainly each had vied with the other in elegance and
fascination, but to Bianca the golden apple had been accorded
unanimously. Beauty and charm seemed to be magnets of destruction, and
Bianca was upon her guard!

So far as she herself was concerned, she knew that at any time she might
still fall a victim to a Venetian desperado, or to a Florentine
assassin, and under every friendly guise she feared a foe.

With respect to the Grand Duchess Giovanna and her detestation of
Bianca, a story may be told which has all the appearance at least of
probability. Giovanna expressed, not once, but often, her wish for
Bianca's death. This, indeed, in those days, and in Florence, the "City
of Assassins," was as good as a judicial sentence. The Grand Duchess,
moreover, it was reputed, followed up her words by action. "One day,"
the story goes, "in the month of March 1576, her carriage chanced to
meet that of Bianca's upon the Ponte SS. Trinita. She besought her
coachman to try and upset her rival, hoping that she might fall into the
river below and be drowned! Conte Eliodoro del Castello, her
Chamberlain, saw the manoeuvre and prevented a deplorable fatality."

Be this as it may, the Grand Duke not only sympathised with Bianca's
fears, but appointed certain of his own bodyguard to take up similar
duties near the person of Madonna Buonaventuri, and her progresses
henceforward were watched with as much circumstance as his own. At the
same time his devotion to the woman he loved increased from day to day.
The perils she was called upon to meet were incurred through her
unquestioning love of him. This he knew well enough.

Writing on 29th March 1576, Carlo Zorzi, the Ambassador of the Serene
Republic, and a warm adherent of his fascinating fellow-countrywoman,
says: "I visited the Grand Duke's Villa Pratolino, and also Madonna
Bianca Buonaventuri's charming retreat, the Orte Oricellari, and her
pretty Villa della Tana, which he had lately given her, looking upon the
Arno, and I observed Don Francesco's intimacy with the Madonna. I noted
also her extraordinary influence for good upon him.... They appear to be
made for one another, and to be absorbed in the same occupations and
interests.... She had but to name an object for charity or patronage,
and at once she had his hearty approval."

Francesco never concealed his concern at having no son. With his own
physicians and the physicians of the Grand Duchess he held many
consultations: not a few quacks and empirics also were sought to for
nostrums and charms which should obtain by science what nature had so
far withheld. He and Bianca held anxious counsel, for he knew that she
would lay down her life for him, and would grant him every facility
which it was in her loving power to supply.

Reflecting deeply, Bianca saw only one situation: Giovanna was barren
of male issue, why should not she herself become once more a mother--the
mother of a son, a son of Francesco!

This idea haunted her, but all the same she had no conception; and then
a design presented itself to her weary brain--as natural as it was
indefensible. For some time she had been getting stout--her age, her
constitution, and her rich living were all conducive to that condition.
If she was not to be the mother of his child by natural means, she could
be so by a subterfuge, which her _embonpoint_ would uphold!

In the spring of 1576 Bianca Buonaventuri gave out that she was
_enceinte_ and began forthwith her preparations for _accouchement_. She
left her palace in the Via Maggio, under the shadow of the Pitti Palace,
and took up her abode in the Casino of the Orte Oricellari, which she
had lately purchased from the family of Rucellai, and surrounded herself
with confidential friends and attendants.

The _dénouement_ came on 29th August, when the Grand Duke was informed
by Bianca's surgeon-accoucheur, that she had been delivered of a
child--a boy! Francesco was almost frantic with delight, and he hastened
to his beloved Bianca's bedside. Picking up _his_ child, he fondled him
tenderly and almost smothered him with kisses, and at once gave orders
for a ceremonial baptism. Antonio, he called him--after the kindly
patron saint of that auspicious day--when he personally handed the
child to the Archbishop at the font.

The Grand Duchess was inexpressibly shocked, she refused to see her
husband, shut herself up in her own apartments, and demanded an escort
to Vienna! The news was not long in reaching Rome, and it made Cardinal
Ferdinando furious. In a moment all the blandishments of "the Venetian"
were dissipated; the better terms lately established in Florence were
renounced, and the angry Prince, in unmeasured language, asserted that
the child was not Francesco's.

He knew well enough that what had come to pass, unless unchallenged,
would imperil his presumptive title. First it was sought to throw doubt
upon Bianca's actual maternity, and next to secure the person of the
little boy.

Bianca and Antonio, under a strong guard, were sent off to Pratolino,
hers and Francesco's best-loved retreat--they had together planned its
beauties. There, during her make-believe convalescence, she came to
consider the very serious nature of her love's stratagem, and she
determined to make a full confession to her lover. The Grand Duke was
thunderstruck, but at once he recognised the emphatic importance of
secrecy; for, as Vincenzio Borghini quaintly said: "Florence was the
greatest market in the world for tissues and materials of _all_ kinds,
and full of evil eyes, and ears, and tongues!" Meanwhile Ferdinando
had not let the water run under the Arno bridges for nothing. He
discovered the surgeon-accoucheur who had attended Madonna Bianca--one
Giovanni Gazzi. He maintained the fact of the confinement, but
incidentally named the wet nurse, Giovanna Santi. This woman admitted
that she had been instrumental in the introduction into Madonna Bianca's
chamber of the newly-born son of a reputable woman, who lived with her
husband behind the _Stinche_.

No trace could be found of these humble parents of Francesco's
supposititious child, and all Ferdinando's enquiries were fruitless.
Many were the tales rife, in and out of the palaces and markets, but
neither the Grand Duke nor Bianca took any steps to refute them, and
after being, as usual, a nine days' wonder, the subject dropped,
apparently.

The Grand Duchess Giovanna gave birth, on 19th May, the following year,
to a son--a sickly child to be sure, but the undoubted heir of his
father. Ferdinando's hopes were shattered, but he had not done with
Bianca Buonaventuri. Within nine months, on 9th February, Giovanna died,
somewhat suddenly, and the Cardinal failed not to intimate that Bianca
was the cause thereof, and to name poison as her means! The truth is,
that the Grand Duchess one day getting out of her sedan-chair, slipped
upon the polished marble floor, and, being again near her confinement,
a miscarriage resulted, from which she never recovered.

Within two months of the burial of sour-tempered, unlovable Giovanna,
the Grand Duke married Bianca, Pietro Buonaventuri's widow, privately in
the chapel of the Palazzo Vecchio.

One immediate result of this marriage was the quasi-legitimisation of
the child Antonio--a vigorous youngster and certain to outlive frail
little Filippo.

Reconciliation with Venice, public marriage, and Coronation were in due
order celebrated, and Bianca Cappello, "the true and undoubted daughter
of Venice," was enthroned in the Duomo, as the true and lawful Grand
Duchess of Tuscany! Cardinal Ferdinando watched all these ceremonials
from afar--the only one of his family who declined to honour the Grand
Duke and Grand Duchess with his presence during the festivities.

Represented by an inferior official of his household, he remained in
Rome, closely shut up in his palace, a spectacle to the world at large
of ungovernable prejudice and foiled ambition. His cogitations, however,
were very grateful, for he was working out in his intriguing brain a
ready method for ridding himself, not alone of the two children, bars to
his pretensions, but of the Grand Duke and Grand Duchess also!
Ferdinando was determined to succeed Francesco as Sovereign of Tuscany,
come what might!

Never was a man more changed than the Grand Duke Francesco when he
placed the new Grand Duchess beside him on his throne. Twelve years of
gloom and disappointment gave way before the advent of the "Sun of
Venice."

The best, happiest, and most popular years of his reign exactly
synchronise with the period of Bianca's ascendency. No strife of
parties, no pestilence, no foreign war, black-marked those years. Arts
and crafts revived with the increase of population and of confidence,
and men began to agree that there was something after all to be
said--and to be said heartily--for Macchiavelli's "Prince," and his idea
of a "_Il Governo d'un solo_."

In this glorious eventide of the Renaissance were reproduced some of the
magnificence of its heyday, under Lucrezia and Lorenzo de' Medici.

In the early days of Francesco's infatuation for Bianca he had given
forth an impassioned madrigal, which once more he sang to her as his
good angel-guardian:--

"Around my frail and battered barque
There is always serenely swimming,
And wakefully watching me,
Lest I perish, a beautiful and powerful Dolphin.
Warn'd and shielded from every buffet
Of the deadly wave, I feel secure.
Fierce winds no longer cause me fear.
I seek succour no more from oars and sails
Safely accompanied by my loving Guardian!"

Francesco's devotion for Bianca continued as the years sped on their
way, and he noted with supreme satisfaction that every word and action
of hers were marked with unquestioning affection. The loves of Francesco
and Bianca at Pratolino recalled those of Giuliano and Simonetta at
Fiesole, whilst the wits, and beaux, and beauteous women who consorted
there, revived the glories of the Platonic Academy.

Montaigne, who visited the Grand Duke and Grand Duchess, both at the
Pitti Palace and at Pratolino, in 1580, says: "I was surprised to see
her take the place of honour above her husband.... She is very handsome
... and seems to have entirely subjugated the Prince."

The Cardinal was not unobservant of the trend of Florentine affairs.
Plots and counterplots were quite to his liking. The Pucci conspiracy
and the vengeance upon the Capponi affected him closely. Francesco was
not ignorant of the patronage and encouragement vouchsafed to his secret
enemies by his eminent brother in Rome--and he watched each move.

The peace and prosperity which marked the progress of the "City of the
Lion and the Lily," after Bianca Buonaventuri mounted the Grand Ducal
throne, were not regarded complacently by the uneasy Cardinal. The very
fact that she was the admirable cause thereof, embittered his Eminence's
soul, and his spleen was mightily enlarged by the creatures who pandered
to his vicious ill-nature. The fascination of the Goddess engendered
detestation as love was turned once more to hate in the crucible of his
passions.

"She is nothing but a strumpet, and without a drop of royal blood," so
he reasoned, and so he spoke; and he backed up his aphorism by conniving
at the foul report in 1582, which accused "Bianca Buonaventuri"--as he
always styled her--of causing poison to be administered to poor little
Filippo--Giovanna's puny, sickly child! He even had the audacity to
accuse Francesco of complicity, because he had ordered no elaborate
court mourning, conveniently ignoring the fact that a gracious
compliment was paid to Spanish custom and court etiquette, by the
simplicity of the obsequies.

Plotters of other men's wrongs were ever inconsistent! One would have
thought that Ferdinando would have hailed the removal of the only
legitimate heir, before himself, to the Grand Duchy, but the delirium of
jealousy and the fury of animosity in the Cardinal's evil heart, found a
sort of culmination two years later. Bianca's daughter, Pellegrina, the
only offspring of Pietro Buonaventuri, gave birth to a child. She had
married, shortly after the public nuptials of the Grand Duke and Grand
Duchess, Count Ulisse Bentivoglio di Magiola of Bologna--a by no means
happy marriage as it turned out. This child, a boy, their
first-born--indeed poor, pretty Pellegrina's love-child--the Cardinal
affirmed "Bianca Buonaventuri" had tried to pass off as her
own--another subterfuge confirmative of the first, and that his brother
was conversant with the intrigue!

The Grand Duke met the gossip with impassive silence--the wisest thing
he could have done--and the Grand Duchess laid herself out to make
Cardinal Ferdinando utterly ashamed of himself and his foul aspersions.
The integrity of her conduct, and Francesco's sapient conduct of the
Government were the admiration of all Italy.

So struck was the Pope with the peace and happiness of the Medicean
rule, and the personal characteristics of "the good wife and beneficent
consort," as he styled her, that he bestowed upon the Grand Duchess the
rare distinction of the "Golden Rose"! At first his Holiness desired the
Cardinal de' Medici to head the special mission as Legate, and talked
seriously to his Eminence upon his relations with the Sovereigns of
Tuscany. He pointed out quite clearly the line of conduct Ferdinando
should pursue--the direct converse of the position he had taken up.

The Cardinal began to reflect that the death of little Prince Filippo,
and the fact that Francesco had not proclaimed Antonio his
heir-apparent, left him at all events the undoubted heir-presumptive.
Consequently, when the Florentine Mission, under Archbishop Giuseppe
Donzelle of Sorrento, returned to Rome, and the Legate conveyed to him
a cordial invitation from the Tuscan Sovereigns to visit Florence, he
accepted it with the best grace he could command--keeping, at the same
time, his true feelings and intentions to himself.

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Pageant and dirge trip up each other often enough in the course of human
life! The lives especially of sovereigns, through the strong light ever
beating upon their thrones, are always exposed to vicissitudes of
fortune. The Papal Mission had scarcely passed out of recollection, and
everything in Florence was happy and prosperous--sunshine is always
brightest before eclipse--when the spectre of tragedy again cast its
dark shadow over the path of the Grand Duke and Grand Duchess.

A right merry party was that which set off from the Palazzo Pitti to the
Villa Poggio a Caiano one bright morning in October 1587. The "hunter's
moon was up," for the harvest had been gathered in, and the new luscious
grapes were in the vat. Pheasant awaited the coming of the sportsmen in
the home-coppices, wild boar in the thickets of Monte Ginestra, and
other game was ready for the hawk-on-wrist and the dog-in-leash along
the smiling valley of the Ombrone.

Hunting and sporting parties were now quite in the Grand Duchess' way.
Unused to such exploits upon the canals and lagunes of Venice, she had,
from the moment of her elevation, sympathetically entered into the joys
of horsemanship and the pastimes of the countryside. Few could beat her
in point-to-point--she feared no obstacle, nor dreaded accident, the
charge of wild game terrified her not.

"Magnificent," she wrote, on 15th November 1586, "was the sport.... I
actually saw four very large boars fall dead at my feet." The Grand
Duke, of course, as became "a perfect gentleman," was at one with Bianca
in love for, and skill in, all exercises in the open air. His seat was
firm, his aim was good, and he revelled in the chase.

Still of Poggio a Caiano he had unpleasing memories, for there he met
Giovanna of Austria, and had the first taste of her ill-humour as he
rode by her side at her scornful entry into Florence, twelve years
before. But Bianca had wrought a vast change in his disposition and
environment. She had interwoven fancy and reality, and Francesco was now
serenely happy. Often did he sing tender madrigals as they together
sauntered in the woods and indulged in pastoral pursuits.

"Sing! sing! ye birds I am wide awake
Tho' silent 'mid your tender harmony;
And yet I would fain join your sweet concert,
Whilst upon the face of fair Bianca,
'Mirror of Love'--I fix my yearning eyes."

The Cardinal was one of this particular hunting party--indeed, the hunt
had been arranged entirely in his honour, and he expressed himself as
charmed with everything--and especially with the Grand Duchess. This was
his first State visit to his brother's Court and his affability knew no
bounds. Bianca, on her part, laid herself out to entertain her
brother-in-law, and made herself especially attractive and gracious. The
presence of the Archbishop of Florence added greatly to her satisfaction
and Francesco's. Very wisely, young Antonio was sent to Pratolino with
his governor and tutors, and in the merry company no personality could,
in any way, recall unhappy incidents of the past. The days were passed
in the exhilaration of sport, and the evening repasts were followed by
animated conversation, ballets, music and recitations. All the brightest
ornaments of the Court were present at the Grand Duchess' behest.

Bianca, herself, in the highest spirits, dressed, sang, and danced,
bewitchingly. The frolics of the Orte Oricellari were transferred to the
delightful hunting-box, and everybody and everything was as gay as gay
could be, and no one troubled about the morrow.

Alas, when the merriment was at its height, a sudden stop was put to all
the festivities, for, during the night of 8th October, the Grand Duke
was taken ill with severe spasms and violent sickness. The Grand Duchess
was summoned to his side, and full of alarm and devotion, she at once
despatched a mounted messenger into Florence to command the attendance
of the Court physicians--Messeri Giulio Agnolo da Barga and Ferdinando
Cino da Roma.

They assured her that their princely patient was merely suffering from
an error in diet--the dish of mushrooms, of which he had partaken freely
overnight, had not been well prepared--but they considered that all ill
effects would disappear as suddenly as they had arisen. The report of
Francesco's illness reached the Vatican, and the Pope addressed a kindly
letter to the Grand Duchess, conveying a good-natured homily to the
Grand Duke upon the evils of gluttony!

Bianca cast aside her sparkling coryphean tinsel, and, putting on a
quiet gown and natty little cap, appointed herself nurse-in-chief to her
dear husband, and no one was better fitted for the post. Torquato Tasso,
her Poet-Laureate, noted her tender, compassionate character and her
sweet sympathy with human infirmities. In 1578 he had put forth the
first of his _Cinquanta Madrigali_, with a pathetic dedication to the
Grand Duchess.

"Had your Highness," he wrote, "not experienced yourself both good and
evil fortune, you could not so perfectly understand, as you do, the
misfortunes of others." He goes on, in his _Rime_, to extol his
patroness:

"Lady Bianca, a kindly refuge
Holds and cheers one in sad and weary pain."

Matters assumed, however, a very different aspect on the morning of the
tenth, for the Grand Duchess was seized with symptoms exactly similar to
those of the Grand Duke, whose condition by no means warranted the
confidence of the physicians. Alarm spread through the villa and the
guests departed in the greatest anxiety. The Cardinal alone remained,
and his lack of solicitude and general indifference gave the members of
the suite occasion for remark and suspicion.

He assumed the air of the master of the place, and gave orders as he
deemed well. Into the household he introduced some servants of his own,
and ordered out his Florentine bodyguard. Urgent messages passed to and
fro between him and his brother Piero de' Medici, and communications
were opened with Domina Cammilla, the Cardinal's stepmother in the
convent of Saint Monica. These did not allay the universal distrust.

Bianca's own physician failed to diagnose her indisposition, whilst the
Court physicians scouted the idea--already being translated into
words--that the sudden attacks of the Grand Ducal couple were due to
_poison_. What else could it be? The symptoms pointed that way and no
other!

On the third day tertiary fever intervened, with incessant thirst and
fits of delirium, and Francesco's condition caused the gravest anxiety.
Bianca was inconsolable. Unable to wait upon him, and suffering exactly
as was he, she penned, propped up with pillows, a piteous appeal to the
Pope, in which she craved his Holiness's prayers and benedictions, and
also his fatherly protection for Francesco and herself. She said: "I do
not feel at all sure of the Cardinal." The pontiff replied
sympathetically, and assured her that no wrong should be done her or the
Grand Duke by anybody.

Francesco showed no signs of improvement, but gradually got weaker. When
too late for any remedial measures to have effect, the physicians, in
private conference, agreed that the cause of his seizure was poison,
but--looking from the clenched hand of the dying prince to the open palm
of his successor--they, in sordid self-interest, held their tongues. Who
had administered the fatal drug, and when, and where, had better not be
published! If by a fraternal hand, then it was no concern of theirs!

The Grand Duke expired in agony on the tenth day after his seizure.
Bianca could not leave her couch to soothe his last moments. She was
nearly as far gone as he, and her attendants waited upon her with the
gloomiest forebodings. To her impassioned cries for her husband, they
returned deceptive answers. None of her kith and kin were near to
comfort her. Her only brother, Vettor, had been dismissed the Tuscan
Court in the year of her coronation for unseemly and presumptuous
behaviour, and his wife went back with him to Venice. There was no time
and no one to correspond with her favourite cousin Andrea. Her
tenderly-loved daughter, Pellegrina was at Bologna, nursing her own
little Bianca, lately born, and could not travel so far as Florence.

Little Antonio would have been an affectionate companion in his loving
foster-mother's illness, but the child was at Pratolino with Maria and
Eleanora, unhappy Giovanna's daughters. The former, just fifteen years
old, had been Bianca's special care. She was a precocious child, and her
stepmother imparted to her some of her own delightful inspirations--the
two were inseparable. What a comfort she would have been in gentle
ministrations to the suffering Grand Duchess!

Perhaps, had pain-racked, dying Bianca imagined the splendid destiny of
the attractive young Princess Maria, she might have gathered no little
solace. Could she but have seen her own example and her precepts
reincarnated in a Queen of France--for Maria became the consort of Henry
II., and ruled him, his court and realm--she would have turned her face
to the wall with greater equanimity.

Just before his death the Grand Duke sent for Ferdinando, told him he
had been poisoned by no one but himself, and charged him with the double
murder, for he had constant news, of course, of Bianca's illness. He
asked him in that solemn hour to honour both of them in burial, to
protect the little boy Antonio and his two young daughters, Maria and
Eleanora, and to treat kindly all who had been faithful and true to
Bianca and himself. Then he gave him the password for the Tuscan
fortresses, and asked for his confessor, and so he passed away. As soon
as Francesco was dead, Ferdinando demanded to be admitted to the bedside
of Bianca. Concealing from her the fatal news, he intimated that
Francesco had consigned to him the conduct of affairs, and in the most
heartless, inhuman fashion possible, bade her prepare for death!

"See," he added, "I have brought your friend, Abbioso; you may as well
make your confession to him as Francesco has done to Frate Confetti."

Bianca, though only partially conscious, knew exactly what the Cardinal
meant, and railed at him for his cruelty. In delirium she made
passionate appeals to Francesco, and wildly denounced her treacherous
brother-in-law. Her cries resounded through the villa, but they stirred
no feeling of regret or compunction in Ferdinando's breast. He gloated,
fiend-like, over his victim's sufferings. It was not by chance he
procured the potent poison he had used. The empiric-medico at Salerno
had been well paid to furnish a potion that should, by its slow but
deadly action, prolong the tortures of the sufferers! A less vindictive
murderer would have secured his victim's quick release, but, during ten
terrible days of sickness, delirium and agony, he witnessed the
inevitable progress of his vengeance! If Cosimo, his father, had called
his young son Garzia "Cain," what would not he have called the man, the
bloodthirsty Ferdinando?

Bianca's illness followed precisely the course of the Grand Duke's. The
tearful faces of her attendants, and the noise of preparations for his
burial, conveyed to her in calmer moments the terrible truth, and she
had no longer any wish to live--parted from Francesco. Bianca was
already dead. She called the bishop and made a full confession of her
whole life's story, hiding nothing, palliating nothing. Out of a full
heart she spoke--that heart which had been the source of all her love
and her happiness, her misery and her sin.

Antonio she commended to Bishop Abbioso's care, and begged him send the
news of her death and Francesco's to Cavaliere Bartolommeo Cappello at
Venice. After absolution and last communion, Bianca Cappello, "Daughter
of Venice," Grand Duchess of Tuscany, breathed her last in peace--the
delirium having abated--on the evening of 30th October, just two days
after her husband.

A _post-mortem_ examination, or at least the form of one, upon the Grand
Duke revealed, it was said, advanced disease of the liver, the
consequences of his unwisdom in the use of cordials and elixirs! With
the connivance of the Court physicians, Ferdinando put out a
proclamation that the Grand Duke and Grand Duchess--he was compelled to
use the title then in speaking of Bianca--had died from "attacks of
malarial fever, induced by the unhealthy atmosphere of Poggio a Caiano."

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Francesco's obsequies were attended by all the stately ceremonies usual
in the Medici family. Conveyed into Florence by the _Misericordia_ on
the evening of his death, his body was exposed for three days in state
in the Palazzo Pitti, and then carried in solemn procession to the
church of San Lorenzo for burial.

If merely to save appearances, or to conceal his real intention, the new
Grand Duke ordered the body of the Grand Duchess to be placed beside
that of her husband in the Cappella Medici of the church. For six brief
hours it was suffered to remain, and then, at midnight, agents of
Ferdinando, well paid for their profanity, deported all that was mortal
of the brilliant "woman whom he hated" to an unknown grave in the
paupers' burial plot beyond the city boundary! "For," said he, "we will
have none of her among our dead!"

Such was the end of the beautiful and accomplished Bianca
Cappello--"Bianca, so richly endowed," as wrote one of her panegyrists,
"by nature, and so refined by discipline, able to sympathise with and
help all who approached her--her fame for good will last for ever!" The
wiles of the serpent and his cruel coils had crushed the "Daughter of
Venice": it was the triumph of an unworthy man over a lovable woman. She
was not the only victim Ferdinando's poison overpowered--Giovanni de'
Pucci, whom the Pope was about to advance to the Cardinalate, an
inoffensive ecclesiastic, incurred Cardinal Ferdinando's displeasure by
his sympathy with the Grand Duchess. He died mysteriously after drinking
a glass of wine which Ferdinando had poured out for him![A]

[Footnote A: In 1857, when the Medici graves at San Lorenzo were opened,
the bodies of the Grand Duke Francesco and the Grand Duchess Giovanna
were easily identified. The bodies also of Maria, the unhappy victim of
her father, Cosimo, with the fatal wound; of Eleanora de Garzia de
Toledo, Piero's murdered wife; and of Isabella, Duchess of Bracciano,
were also recognised. All five were in wooden chests, but robbed of the
costly grave-clothes and jewels. _There was no trace of the body of the
Grand Duchess Bianca!_]

Bianca had not been many days buried when ominous reports began to be
rife all over Florence and along the countryside. People asked each
other why the body of the Grand Duchess had been snatched. "Was it,"
they said, "to hide the real culprit and to stifle awkward questions?"
The tongues of the night-birds, who had thrown that precious body aside
contemptuously, and had not been permitted to mark the grave in any way,
were loosened, they gave the name of their employer--Ferdinando's
major-domo.

That was quite enough to fix preferentially the guilt upon the guilty
party, but when the medical advisers of the new Grand Duke admitted
reluctantly that neither Francesco nor Bianca had died from malarial
causes, the chitter-chatter of the villa and the palace became
unmuzzled, and first one and then another domestic--more or less
personal--contributed his piece of private knowledge of the facts of the
double tragedy.

Putting these all together piecemeal, the story reads somewhat as
follows: Cardinal Ferdinando had for a very long time determined that it
was absolutely essential to his succession to the Grand Duchy that Don
Francesco should not be permitted to have a child--a boy, by his second
wife, Bianca.

Francesco's health was indifferent and he seemed likely not to live
long, but, be that as it might, the Cardinal joined the hunting-party at
Poggia a Caiano fully intent upon making an attempt upon the lives of
both Francesco and Bianca. Among his suite was a valet, one Silvio, a
man of fiendish ingenuity, who had made himself invaluable to his master
in many an intrigue. To him Ferdinando committed the task of mixing the
poison, which he procured from Salerno, in the food or beverage of the
Grand Ducal couple.

Silvio made several attempts to accomplish his commission, but the Grand
Duke and Grand Duchess did not touch the dishes--specially treated as
they passed from the kitchen to the hall--whilst in their cooling wine
cups, so much beloved of Francesco, the poison failed of its effect. To
be sure, two days before the Grand Duke's actual seizure, he rejected a
game-pasty which had a peculiar taste, and the Grand Duchess had, as she
thought, detected her brother-in-law playing with the wine glasses,
which she at once caused to be replaced by others.

Upon the evening when a ragoût of mushrooms was served at the
supper-table, it was observed that the Cardinal quite emphatically
declined to partake of the dish, but that he pressed Francesco and
Bianca to eat largely of it! Bianca ate sparingly, and advised her
husband to follow her example; her intuition perceived danger in the
delicacy, alas, it was in vain!

This was all, perhaps, that came out concerning the tragedy, but the
Cardinal met the story with another. He caused it to be bruited about
that Bianca had tried to circumvent _his_ death! For this purpose she
had herself made a cake, which she urged him to eat, but which Francesco
insisted upon tasting, whereupon she consumed what he had left. The
Cardinal further put into the Grand Duchess's mouth the plausible
lament; "We will die together if Ferdinando escapes!"

Nobody believed this version, which merely confirmed the real truth, for
neither Francesco or Bianca had ever expressed a wish for Ferdinando's
death.

Within three hours of the death of Francesco, Ferdinando rode swiftly
into Florence, accompanied by a suite of his own creatures--not a single
officer of the Grand Ducal house accompanied him. His escort was fully
armed and so was Ferdinando. Stopped at the gate by the guard, he gave,
to the utter surprise of the subaltern, the Grand Ducal password, and
was accorded the Sovereign's salute. Thence he passed at a gallop to the
Palazzo Pitti, where he placed personally his seal upon the great doors,
and then put up at the Palazzo Medici.

A messenger was despatched before dawn to the Dean of the Duomo to order
the big bell to sound. This was the first intimation to Florence that
the Grand Duke Francesco was dead. The Lords of the Council hastened
from their beds to the Palazzo Vecchio, where Ferdinando joined them,
and, there and then, required them to pay him their allegiance.

Thus Ferdinando de' Medici became third Grand Duke of Tuscany. His
character as a ruler may not be discussed here at length, but of him it
has been succinctly said: "He had as much talent for government as is
compatible with the absence of all virtue, and as much pride as can
exist without true nobility of mind."

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When Pietro Buonaventuri so complacently resigned his bewitching young
wife to be the plaything of Don Francesco de' Medici, he also yielded up
the guardianship of his little daughter, Pellegrina, and she lived with
her mother in the private mansion Bianca had received from the Prince
near the Pitti Palace.

At the time of the assassination of Pietro the child was eight years
old--a lovely girl, resembling, in person and manners, her attractive
mother. The Prince took her under his special care, in fact adopted her,
and treated her as if she was his own dear daughter. Naturally, the
Duchess Giovanna resented this arrangement, and strictly forbade her own
daughter, Eleanora--a year Pellegrina's junior--to have anything to do
with the base-born child of her hated rival.

Nevertheless, the sparkling, merry little girl became the pet of the
Court--where she was always greeted as "_La Bella Bianchina_." and no
one dreamed of throwing her father's evil career in her face. At the
public marriage of the Grand Duke and the widowed Bianca Buonaventuri,
Pellegrina was, of course, a prominent figure. She had grown tall and
had inherited the charming traits of her sweet mother. She was fourteen
years old, and eligible as the bride of any acceptable suitor. Her dowry
was considerable; equal indeed to that of the Princess Eleanora; and the
Grand Duke was no less solicitous than the Grand Duchess about the
choice of a husband.

At first it was hoped that a young Florentine might be the successful
lover, and indeed such an one appeared to have been secured, when young
Pietro Strozzo--the son of Messer Camillo di Matteo negli Strozzi--one
of Pellegrina's sponsors at her baptism--was judged worthy of the
matrimonial prize. They were accordingly betrothed, but the inconstancy
of Love was once more proved, for the young fellow was a wayward youth,
and, although only seventeen, had fixed his affections elsewhere!

The match was broken off, but within a year of Pietro's renunciation
another aspirant for Pellegrina's hand and dowry appeared in the person
of a distinguished young foreigner--Conte Ulisse Bentivoglio de' Magioli
da Bologna. He was reputed to be the natural son of Signore Alessandro
d'Ercole Bentivoglio, and had been adopted by his maternal uncle, Conte
Giorgio de' Magioli. His mother's name was Isotta--a beautiful girl at
the Court of the Lords of Bologna, who had romantic relations with both
Signore Alessandro and Conte Giorgio. Which of the two was Conte
Ulisse's father mattered far less, from a matrimonial point of view,
than the fact that the prospective bridegroom was unusually wealthy and
well-placed.

Conte Ulisse, twenty years of age, went to Florence along with the
Bologna deputation to greet Grand Duke Francesco upon his marriage with
Bianca Buonaventuri. Then it was that he first saw Pellegrina, and was
accepted as her betrothed husband. He remained in Florence a
considerable time, and took a leading part in the splendid festivities
and the notable _giostre_, wherein he was hailed as a champion in the
"Lists."

The marriage was celebrated three months after the Grand Ducal wedding,
and, amid the tears of her mother, Pellegrina departed with her husband
for Bologna. Everything went well for a time with the youthful Count and
Countess. Grand Duchess Bianca paid them several visits, and Countess
Pellegrina spent much time in Florence. For example, she took part in
the marriage ceremonies of Virginia de' Medici, unhappy Signora
Cammilla's child, in 1586, with Don Cesare d'Este. The year after her
coronation the Grand Duchess went in state to Bologna, to assist at the
accouchement of her daughter. A little son made his appearance, and as
though to fix the real parentage of the Count, he was baptised Giorgio.

Two more sons came to seal the happiness of the young couple--Alessandro
and Francesco--and two daughters--Bianca and Vittoria--and then the
happy relations between the Count and Countess underwent a change, and
her husband's love ceased to peep into Pellegrina's heart. The Count was
much occupied with military matters, like most young nobles of his age;
he also undertook diplomatic duties, and was sent, in 1585, as the
special ambassador of Bologna, to congratulate Pope Sixtus V. upon his
elevation to the Pontifical throne.

At the Roman Court he met Don Piero de' Medici--the Florentine
envoy--and, through him, got into evil company. He returned to Bologna
unsettled in his feelings, and looking for excitement and illicit
intercourse. His passion for Pellegrina was passing away, and he sought
not her couch but the company of a lovely girl of Bologna who had
fascinated him.

By degrees his love for his sweet wife grew cold, and at length he had
the effrontery to establish his _innamorata_ in his own mansion.
Pellegrina protested in vain, but the more she admonished her husband
the more flagrant became the _liaison_. Cast off and even spurned in her
own house, the poor young Countess longed for her dear, dead mother's
presence. She had now no one to counsel and comfort her. Left pretty
much to herself, she yearned for companionship and love. She was only
twenty-four, and still as attractive as could be.

What she sought came at last, when young Antonio Riari took up his
residence at Bologna as a student-in-law. He was the great-grandnephew
of the infamous creature of reprobate Pope Sixtus IV.--Count Girolamo
de' Riari--of the Pazzi Conspiracy a hundred years before. Good-looking,
gay, amorous, and blessed with robust health and ample means, the young
man was the lover of every pretty girl.

Attracted mutually to one another, the Countess Pellegrina yielded
herself to her admirer's embraces--although Antonio was a mere lad of
seventeen. The intimacy grew until news of it reached Count Ulisse's
ears in the boudoir of his sweetheart! The gossip doubtless was
garnished to the taste of the retailers and of the receiver.

The Count turned upon his wife--as he might have been expected to do,
seeing that he had habitually been unfaithful, and taxed her with
unfaithfulness! Innocently enough, Pellegrina told him exactly how
matters stood, craved his forgiveness, and begged for the restitution of
marital rights. Conscious of his own turpitude and irregularity of life,
he met her protestations with scorn, and, seeing in the episode an
opportunity of legalising his illicit lusts, he denounced her publicly
and set spies to report her conduct.

These mercenaries, knowing the mind of their master, did not hesitate to
translate his words into deeds; and very soon they were able to realise
their dastardly purpose. Although the Countess had warned young Riario
of the danger which menaced them both, and was, for a time, more
circumspect in her intercourse with her lover, the fascination of mutual
passion overbore the dictates of prudence.

Like a "bolt from the blue" fell the blow--or blows--which, if not
delivered by Count Ulisse in person, were his _de jure_. Two paid
assassins chanced upon the loving couple one day, clasped in each
other's arms, in a summer-house in a remote part of the Bentivoglio
gardens!

Swift and certain was the aim! Pellegrina and Antonio were discovered,
late at night, each stabbed through the back, and strangled with
cords--dead--with eyes of horror gazing wildly at the pale moon! No
shrift had they, but bitter tears were shed by tender sympathisers, and
accusing fingers were pointed at the Count.

What cared he! He merely shrugged his shoulders and sardonically hinted
that as he had brought his wife from Florence--from Florence, too, had
he learned how to take personal vengeance upon a faithless spouse and
her accomplice! The dark deed was done on 21st September 1589, and Count
Ulisse lived on with his evil conscience and his new wife till 1618,
when he, too, fell in Bologna by an assassin's blade--just retribution
for the foul murder of lovely Pellegrina Buonaventuri.



CHAPTER VI


ELEANORA DEGLI ALBIZZI

SFORZA ALMENI

CAMMILLA DE' MARTELLI


_Pathetic Victims of Fateful Passion_


"_Di fare il piacere di Cosimo_"--To serve for Cosimo's pleasure! In
such words, an immoral father condemned his lovely daughter to feed the
unholy lust of the "Tyrant of Florence"--Moloch was never better served.

Eleanora and Cammilla, cousins after the flesh, were each dedicated as a
_cosa di Cosimo_--the property of Cosimo. If he did not murder their
bodies, he slew their souls--that was the manner of the man, the fashion
of his time.

Romantic attachments, full of thrilling pathos, ran then like golden
threads through the vulgar woof and web of woe and death. Someone has
said that "Love and murder are next of kin"; true, indeed, was this what
time Eleanora and Cammilla were fresh young girls in Florence. They were
each made for love, and love they had; but that love was the embrace of
a living death, selfish, cruel, and damning. Better, perhaps, had they
died right out by sword or poison than suffer, as they did, the
extremity of pathos--the shame of illicit love!

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The tragedy of Eleanora degli Albizzi was, perhaps, the most callous and
the most pathetic of all those lurid domestic vicissitudes which traced
their source to the "Tyrant of Florence," Cosimo I., Grand Duke of
Tuscany.

She was not the only Eleanora whose name as, alas, we know, spelled
misfortune. Eleanora de Toledo of the broken heart, and Eleanora de
Garzia de Toledo of the bleeding heart, awaited in Paradise Eleanora
degli Albizzi of the heart of desertion.

"_Albizzi o Medici_?" had once and again divided the power of Florence,
but in the course of high play in the game of politics the latter held
the better hands, drew more trumps, and gained rubber after rubber. But
what a splendid record the Albizzi had! When the Medici were only
tentatively placing their feet upon the ladder of fame, Orlando,
Filippo, Piero, Luca, and Maso--to name a few only of those leaders of
men and women--had scored the name Albizzi as _Anziani, Priori,
Gonfalonieri_, and _Capitani di Parte Guelfa_.

In fact that aristocratic family dominated Florence and the Florentines
until Salvestro, Giovanni, and Cosimo, of the democratic Medici,
disputed place and power, and built up their fortunes upon the ruins of
their rivals' faults and favours.

Eleanora was the daughter of Messer Luigi di Messer Maso degli Albizzi.
This Messer Maso, a hundred years before, had not seen eye to eye with
his masterful brother--the autocratic Rinaldo, but, noting the trend of
political affairs, had, truth to tell, turned traitor to the traditions
of his family, and had thrown in his lot with the rising house of
Medici.

Messer Luigi was not a rich man, but in fairly comfortable
circumstances, and slowly retrieving the shattered fortunes of his
ancestors. His mansion was in the fashionable Borgo degli Albizzi, and
he owned other town property and some farms in the _contado_. He held,
too, several public offices, and was an aspirant to a Podestaship, as a
stepping-stone to that most coveted of all State appointments, the rank
of ambassador.

In some way or another he gained the favourable notice of Duke Cosimo,
and seems to have rendered him some acceptable service: at all events,
he found himself at home in the entourage of the Sovereign. By his
second wife, Madonna Nannina, daughter of Messer Niccolo de' Soderini--a
lineal descendant of the self-seeking and notorious adviser of Don Piero
de' Medici--he had two daughters, Constanza and Eleanora, named after
her godmother, the Duchess Eleanora.

Constanza was married to Antonio de' Ridolfi, the same year that the
poor broken-hearted Duchess sobbed herself to death at Pisa after the
terrible tragedies of 1557 and 1562, and Messer Luigi was left with
Eleanora, the pride of her father's heart, the joy of his home. As
beautiful as any girl in Florence, she was just sixteen, highly
accomplished, full of spirits, and endowed with some of that pride and
haughty bearing which had distinguished her forbears. She had, in short,
all the makings of a successful woman of the world.

Admitted to intimacy and companionship with the children of the Duke, he
had noted the graceful development of the bright young girl's physical
and mental charms; and he had given evidence of his interest in her by
many pleasant courtesies, both to herself and to her parents.

Messer Luigi soon observed the partiality of his Sovereign for his
fascinating young daughter, and being a man anxious, after the manner of
a true Florentine, even in those degenerate days, to better himself and
his family, he saw that something more than mere romance could be made
out of the situation. The commercial assets of his daughter's person
loomed large in his estimation, for if the Duke took a serious fancy to
Eleanora, it was conceivable that she might one day become his consort!

When the girl told her father of the Duke's kindness to her, and of his
embraces and tender words, he counselled her not to repel her admirer,
for what he meant was all for her good and for the distinction of her
family. The _liaison_ went on unrebuked, encouraged by Cosimo's promises
and Luigi's hopes. Nannina's tears of apprehension were brushed aside by
Eleanora's kisses.

Very tactfully Messer Luigi let the Duke know that his attentions were
acceptable, and that he and his good wife were vastly honoured by his
condescension to their daughter. In view of favours to come, he plainly
intimated that Eleanora was quite at his disposal, or, as he put it,
quite courtier-like, _di fare il piacere di Cosimo_!

The Duke needed no encouragement as the universal lover and ravisher of
the most comely maidens in Florence. He was only too pleased to carry
off this charming young _druda_ to his villa at Castello, and Eleanora
was nothing loth to go--the prospect of a throne has always been an
irresistible attraction to women in all ages!

Cosimo's sons were well aware, as indeed, was the whole Court and the
city too, of their father's love affairs. The Duke and the Prince-Regent
Francesco were mutually suspicious, and fawning, faithless courtiers
fanned the flame of jealousy and mistrust between them. The father threw
Bianca Cappello into his son's face, and he, in exchange, flung back
Eleanora degli Albizzi! At length, Cosimo desisted from the acrimonious
warfare, content to let things be as they might be at the Pitti Palace
and Pratolino, whilst he was left in seclusion with his _innamorata_ at
Castello. Cardinal Ferdinando, a boy of fifteen, lived in Rome, and
Don Piero, only ten, was indifferent to such matters, but Duchess
Isabella of Bracciano was intensely interested, an amiable go-between
her father and Don Francesco. Cosimo did nothing with respect to
removing the reproach attached to his intrigue with Eleanora degli
Albizzi, and, consequently, when in December 1566, a little girl was
born to him, the whole of Florence was conventionally shocked. Duchess
Giovanna, Don Francesco's sanctimonious Austrian wife, offered a
vigorous protest, and declined to have anything to do with the
unfortunate young mother and her dissolute old lover. Her feeling ran so
strongly, both with respect to the _liaison_ of Cosimo and to her
husband's intrigue with the "beautiful Venetian," that she made an
urgent appeal to her brother, the Emperor Maximilian to intervene.

It was said that the young Duchess sent a copy of her letter to Duke
Cosimo, who was furious at her conduct. He asked her by what right she
had dared to stir up ill-will at the Imperial court, and advised her to
mind her own business in the future. To the Emperor Cosimo, addressed a
dignified reply to the Imperial censure: "I do not seek for quarrels,"
he said, "but I shall not avoid them if they are put in my way by
members of my own family."

What Messer Luigi and Madonna Nannina degli Albizzi thought and said, no
one has related. They could not say much by way of complaint, for they
had foreseen, from the beginning of the Duke's intimacy with Eleanora,
that an "accident," as they euphemistically called it, was to be
expected. They had, in fact, sold their child to her seducer, and must
be content with their bargain!

Cosimo, for his part, was delighted with his dear little daughter, come
to cheer the autumn of his life. He loaded Eleanora with presents,
watched by her bedside assiduously, and told her joyfully that he meant
to marry her and so legitimatise their little child. Born at Messer
Luigi's, the baby girl was anxiously watched lest emissaries from the
Pitti Palace should try to get hold of her.

The Duke made indeed no secret of his pleasure, and moreover consulted
with his most trusted personal attendant, Sforza Almeni, how the
legitimatisation could be best effected, so as to secure for the little
lady a goodly share in the Ducal patrimony, and also a pension in
perpetuity for the mother, Eleanora.

This Sforza Almeni, when quite a youth, had been attached to the
household of Duke Alessandro. He was the son of Messer Vincenzio Almeni,
a gentleman of Perugia, and, when the Duke was assassinated by Lorenzino
de' Medici, he performed the first charitable offices of the dead upon
the bleeding body. Moreover, young Almeni's father was a faithful friend
and confidant of Madonna Maria de' Salviati, the mother of Cosimo. In
consequence of the devotion of both father and son, Sforza was taken
into the household of the new Duke and eventually became his private
secretary.

With Duchess Eleanora, Sforza became a great favourite, for he was most
sympathetic and helpful in her schemes for the advancement and
protection of her Spanish protégés. Both Cosimo and his consort bestowed
many benefactions upon their faithful servitor. Among them was a
monopoly in the supply of fish from Perugia to Florence, a privilege
which put, upon the average, a good six hundred gold florins per annum
into Messer Sforza's pocket!

The Duke also conferred upon his fortunate and trusty counsellor
valuable property in the parish of San Piero a Quintole, a farm and
buildings at Fiesole, and lastly, in 1565, a very fertile estate at
Peccioli, originally the property of Piero de' Salviati.

Had Messer Sforza Almeni only been content with these opulent
benefactions, all might have gone well with him; but, alas, human
ambition and the interests of self lead good men often enough astray,
and the Duke's private secretary began to look for favours at the hands
of the heir to the Ducal throne, the Prince-Regent Francesco. In short,
he attempted to serve two masters.

With a view to obtain the good graces of Don Francesco, Almeni began a
system of betraying confidences of a strictly private and familiar
character. Blessed with the spirit of flattery, like all consummate
courtiers, he conceived it to be a stroke of excellent personal policy
to purvey for his Highness' appreciation or the reverse, his father's
intimate concerns.

He repeated the conversation the old Duke and he had held about Eleanora
degli Albizzi and her child, and advised the Prince, for his own
advantage, to inform his father that any steps he might take to advance
his _innamorata_ or their bastard, would be resented by him as Regent of
the Duchy. Apparently Almeni did not regard the young mother with
lenient eyes, but viewed her ascendency over the infatuated Duke with
disfavour, as offering rivalry to his own position.

Francesco, smarting under his father's strictures in respect to his
amours with Bianca Buonaventuri, and resenting his constant interference
in his private affairs no less than in his public duties, was only too
ready to give ear to any scandal which he might turn to good account. At
first he kept his own counsel, but one day, being unusually exasperated
with words of reproach uttered by his father, Francesco proclaimed his
displeasure at, and opposition to, the views of the Duke with respect to
Eleanora degli Albizzi.

Cosimo knew at once how his secret had been exposed, and by whom. He
managed to control his passion, but indignantly retorted that there was
a son's duty to a father which should have taught Francesco to
disbelieve unfavourable rumours. He returned at once to Castello.

Sforza Almeni, of course, entirely ignorant that Prince Francesco had
unwittingly betrayed him, presented himself as usual before the Duke to
learn his pleasure. Cosimo addressed him sternly: "Almeni, you have
betrayed my confidence. You, who of all men I trusted implicitly! Go,
get out of my sight. Go at once anywhere you will--only go--never let me
see your face again!"

Almeni, dumfounded, set off at once for Florence. He knew too well
Cosimo's temper to bandy words, and sought interviews with Prince
Francesco and the Duchess Isabella. With their knowledge he remained in
the city, perhaps faintly hoping the Duke might relent and send for him
back. A few days later Cosimo went into Florence, and passing through an
ante-chamber at the Pitti Palace, he was astounded to see Almeni calmly
standing in the recess of a window.

No one else was in the room, and, as Almeni saluted his master and
proceeded to make an appeal for mercy, Cosimo became infuriated at his
disobedience and impertinence, and, reaching up to a hunting-trophy on
the wall, he seized a stout boar-spear, and cried out in a loud
voice--"Traitor, base traitor, thou art not fit to live, thou hast
slandered thy master and fouled thy nest! Die!"

With a sudden thrust he struck the affrighted Almeni to the heart. It
was a fatal wound, for, with a shriek of agony, the unhappy man fell at
his master's feet, the shaft of the weapon still fast in his wound. The
day was Wednesday, 22nd May 1566, the Eve of the Annunciation. The
corpse lay there for several hours, and no questions were asked as to
how and by whom Almeni had been done to death. At nightfall the
_Misericordia_ brethren wound him to his burial in the secret vaults of
the dismantled church of San Piero Scheraggio.

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In less than a month after the murder of Sforza Almeni, Cosimo's
dearly-loved little daughter died in sudden convulsions, due, it was
reported, to the administration of poison. Eleanora was inconsolable,
and the Duke did all he could to comfort her. He organised fêtes and
hunting-parties for her, and both at Castello and, even in Florence, he
drove with her quite openly, treating her as his lawful wife.

Early in the following year Eleanora was once more _enceinte_ and, on
13th May, she became the mother of another child, a boy, whom Cosimo
declared was a true likeness of his famous father, Giovanni "delle Bande
Nere," and consequently that name was given him. The Duke's happiness
knew no bounds, but the arrival of this second child, born out of
wedlock and in the face of the hot displeasure of Duke Francesco and
Duchess Giovanna, was the disenchantment of Cosimo's love-dream. The
_liaison_ could not continue, and, truth to tell, Cosimo himself was
the cause of its cessation. The lustful old man had seen another lovely
girl in Florence, and Eleanora's star became dimmed in the new
effulgence!

Eleanora's recovery and convalescence were not this time marked by the
devotion of her lover, he never so much as went near her, although she
was at Castello all the time and Giovanni was born there. The
disillusionment of them both was as immediate as it was dramatic. It was
reported that the Pope had written a remonstrance to Cosimo, and hinted
that the creation of the Grand Duchy of Tuscany, which the Duke
earnestly coveted, was entirely out of the question until he had put
away his mistress, and had renounced the errors of his way.

It may have been court gossip, but one reason for Duke Cosimo's drastic
treatment of his _innamorata_, was the intimacy which had sprung up
between Eleanora and his own precocious and vivacious son, Piero. If the
father had fouled his couch, he could not allow his own son access
thereto as well.

Then it was that Duke Cosimo missed the intelligent services of
faithful, faithless Sforza Almeni--he would have done the dirty work of
extricating his master from his false position as well, or better, than
any one else. Eleanora and he had from the first been rivals for the
confidences of the Duke, and hated each other heartily. She had good
grounds doubtless for her contempt and distrust, by reason of the
heartless and mean insinuations affecting her manner of life, which the
trusty private secretary poured into the perhaps too ready ears of his
master.

The solution, however, of Cosimo's dilemma came quite suddenly from a
perfectly unexpected quarter--from the Pitti Palace. Francesco and
Giovanna had never ceased trying to detach the old debauchee from his
lascivious entanglements. His conduct was fatal to the reputation and
the authority of his successor.

On 17th July a party of young men of good family riding out of one of
the gates of the city, encountered another like company. One of the
former, Carlo de' Panciatichi, accidentally cannoned against Jacopo
d'Antonio, and the latter dismounted and demanded satisfaction for the
presumed insult. A duel was promptly arranged, in which young
Panciatichi dealt his opponent a fatal blow with his dagger. D'Antonio
fell and was carried to the hospital of Santa Maria Nuova, where he died
three days after.

By Duke Cosimo's recent enactment, such an occurrence was counted as a
criminal offence, which required purgation by the payment of a heavy
fine, failure to pay being punished by sentence of death. The _Otto di
Guardia e Balia_ met and deliberated the matter, and imposed a fine of
four thousand gold lire. This sum Messer Bartolommeo de' Panciatichi,
Carlo's father, was unable to pay, and, in consequence, the lad was
required to surrender himself for incarceration in the dungeons of the
Bargello.

Carlo de' Panciatichi failed to report himself, and his sentence bore
the added punishment for contempt of court. The unhappy father appealed
for mercy, and, because the law of the Ducal Court was superior to that
of the State, threw himself upon the protection of Duke Francesco.

It was woman's wit which now untied the knot twisted about the young
man's throat. The Duchess Giovanna has, by some, been credited with the
origination of the tactful expedient, but some say Bianca Buonaventuri
was its inspiratrix. Anyhow, the solution came in a form agreeable to
all parties concerned, namely, the full pardon of the criminal--on
condition of his immediate marriage with Eleanora degli Albizzi!

Carlo de' Panciatichi was thus made the scapegoat for Duke Cosimo's
intrigue. The sentence of the _Otto_ was quashed by the payment by the
Duke of the heavy fine imposed in the first case; and in response to
Duke Francesco's request, the charge of contempt was withdrawn. Neither
Carlo nor Eleanora were consulted in the matter, but she was laden with
costly presents by Duke Cosimo, and ten thousand gold florins found
their way into Carlo's empty pockets!

This timely arrangement was made on 20th July, and Carlo and Eleanora
became man and wife the following month. Duke Cosimo on the same day
caused little Giovanni to be legitimatised, and he was entered in the
Register of Baptisms as "Giovanni de' Medici, undoubted son of Cosimo I.
Duke of Florence and Siena." An ample provision was made for the child's
maintenance by the Duke, and Carlo de' Panciatichi agreed to his being
an inmate in his house along with his mother.

The marriage was celebrated privately in the presence of the two Dukes,
in the chapel of the Pitti Palace, and the young couple at once took up
their residence at the Panciatichi Palace in the Via Larga. Upon Carlo
was conferred the order of "Knight of San Stefano," and Messer
Bartolommeo, his father, was enrolled as a senator for life.

It would appear that Eleanora abandoned herself to her new life with
exemplary fortitude and resignation. She certainly had exchanged "new
lamps for old," and she made the best of an honourable marriage, in
spite of the violent and arrogant manner of her husband, whose fame as a
violent _braggadocio_ was a safeguard against the advances of young
Piero de' Medici. Three years after the marriage a child was born, to
whom the name of Cosimo was given, a laconic compliment to the old
libertine! A second son appeared in 1571, Bartolommeo, but he died
within a twelvemonth of his birth, and then, in 1577, came a third child
to the Panciatichi mansion, another Bartolommeo, so Eleanora decreed.
This boy, however, brought with him ineffaceable trouble, for Cavaliere
Carlo refused to acknowledge him, and angrily pointed to Don Piero de'
Medici as his putative father!

Piero made light of this charge--he was well used to that sort of thing,
but, with rare effrontery, he held the infant at the font, whilst
Panciatichi absented himself, and Eleanora made a tacit avowal of his
parentage. The relations between Carlo and his wife had quite naturally
never been of the best, and as gradually fears of death, upon the
scaffold faded, or by a retributive d'Antonio hand, and he found himself
the untrammelled master of his actions, he began to resent the
callousness of the arrangement with Duke Cosimo, after 1570, Grand Duke
of Tuscany.

Eleanora's intrigue with Don Piero clenched the matter of her
cohabitation with her husband. Carlo refused her both bed and board,
and, in the spring of 1578, he forced her into the Franciscan convent of
San Onofrio da Foligno--a favourite place of sanctuary for dishonoured
gentlewomen!

Poor, sinful, sinned-against Eleanora, the pathetic example of a young
and beautiful life wasted and corrupted by the ill-conditioned lusts of
a profligate lover and his libertine son! With her freedom of action
absolutely curtailed, and her complete isolation from her family, the
gay and attractive mistress of Castello and of the Medici Palace at
Pisa, with countless admirers and many lovers, was indeed an object of
sympathetic commiseration. To be sure, the Cavaliere made ample
provision for his wife's maintenance, appointed a small suite of
attendants, and permitted her to carry with her many cherished bits of
furniture and _bric-à-brac_. He likewise committed to her charge both
her children, and offered no objection to occasional visits to his
mother of Don Giovanni de' Medici, now a growing boy of eleven.

The Grand Duke Francesco cordially approved this arrangement. With
respect to certain jewels and personal effects which Eleanora retained,
the Grand Duke made an order that, as they belonged to _Guardaroba_ of
the Sovereign, they should be deposited, during the period of her
residence in the convent, in the State Treasury.

Then a thick veil was drawn over the life of Eleanora di Cavaliere Carlo
de' Panciatichi, and the gates of the convent were closed upon her,
never to be opened for her egress! Her beauty and her talents, and the
gaiety of her manner were matured, cultivated and restrained in harmony
with her melancholy surroundings. Youth gave way to middle age, and
middle age to the crepuscule of life, and the seasons came, and the
seasons went, and one life in that sanctuary seemed fated to go on for
ever. Forgotten and unvisited, Eleanora, the _druda_ of Cosimo I., cast
off and spurned; the _innamorata_ of Piero de' Medici, wronged and
despised; the wife of Carlo de' Panciatichi, divorced and cloistered,
lived on and on, far beyond the scriptural limit of threescore years
and ten--the pathetic victim of a callous world.

In the _Libri di Ricordanze_ of the convent is a notice for the year
1634, which startles the sympathetic reader of the tragedy of Eleanora
degli Albizzi: "Upon 19th March of this year there passed to a better
life the most illustrious Lady, Donna Eleanora degli Albizzi de'
Panciatichi, who had resided in this monastery for fifty-six years, and
had reached the ninetieth year of her age. She lived in the odour of
sanctity with the devotion of a religious, and endowed the monastery
with a goodly bequest." The _Cosa di Cosimo--per il piacere di Cosimo_!
as time-serving, unfatherlike Messer Luigi degli Albizzi called the
immolation of his fair young daughter, had become the Bride of Christ!

And what of unsympathetic, violent Carlo de' Panciatichi? Well, he, too,
got his deserts. The very year after he had put away his wife, he again
made himself liable to execution for murder. One morning a servant of
his, Sebastiano del Valdarno, who had not been paid wages due to him,
ventured to remind his master of the circumstance. Cavaliere Carlo, who
could never tolerate demands for money with equanimity, was enraged by
the man's presumption, and, seizing hold of a heavy pouch full of bronze
_denari_, he flung it at the unlucky fellow, saying--"Go to hell and
take your money with you!"

The impact fractured the man's skull and he died in hospital! Again
Panciatichi was condemned to a heavy fine, with the capital sentence _in
contumacia_, by the _Otto di Guardia e Balia_. He was conveyed to
prison, the old _Stinche_, until he paid the fine. Eleanora, in her
convent, heard of his punishment, and actually rendered him good for
evil, as a tender-hearted and suffering woman would quite naturally do.
She pleaded with the Grand Duke Francesco for his deliverance, and
joined her son, Don Giovanni de' Medici, in her appeal.

Cavaliere Carlo de' Panciatichi was not set free till November 1581,
when he had fully paid all the claims preferred against him by the
family of the man he had slain, which included a provision for a certain
_contadina_. She was a superior domestic servant in the employment of
the Panciatichi family, and a personal attendant upon Eleanora. Madonna
Ginevra, she was called, and she had two little girls. Whether these
children were the Cavaliere's, no one has related, but upon the death of
their mother they, too, found asylum at the convent of Sant Onofrio, and
were tenderly treated by sad and lonesome Madonna Eleanora--a sweet and
pathetic action indeed!

The Cavaliere raised his head once more under the guilty rule of Grand
Duke Francesco's murderer, the unscrupulous Cardinal Ferdinando, and by
him was appointed a Gentleman of Honour and a member of the new Grand
Ducal Council of Two-Hundred. He died long before his doubly-wronged,
unhappy wife, Eleanora, on the 27th February 1620.

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With Cammilla de' Martelli came the end of the prosperous reign and the
end of the profligate life of Cosimo de' Medici, last Duke of Florence
and first Grand Duke of Tuscany. She was the youngest of the two
daughters, the only children, of Messer Antonio di Domenico de'
Martelli, and his wife, Madonna Fiammetta, the daughter of Messer
Niccolo de' Soderini, a descendant of that earlier Niccolo, the
self-seeking and unscrupulous adviser of Don Piero de' Medici.

The Martelli traced their origin through two lines of ancestry: to the
Picciandoni of Pisa in the thirteenth century, and to the Stabbielli of
the Val di Sieve in the fourteenth. They appear to have settled in the
Via degli Spadai, and to have "hammered" among the armourers there, so
successfully, that their name was given to the street in lieu of its
more ancient designation.

Messer Domenico, Cammilla's great-grandfather, was one of Savonarola's
keenest opponents, chiefly in the interests of the Medici, and the great
Cosimo counted him among his most trusty friends, but he suffered for
his fidelity by being assassinated in 1531, by one Paolo del Nero.
Another relative of Cammilla died tragically, Lodovico, who was killed
by Giovanni Bandini in a duel at Poggio Baroncelli in 1530--a duel
fought for the hand and heart of the beauteous Marietta de' Ricci, a
relative of that other fateful flirt, Cassandra, who was the cause of
Pietro Buonaventuri's tragic death, and died by the knives of assassins.

The Martelli were associated with many of the pious works of the Medici:
for example, they assisted munificently in the building and endowment of
the great church of San Lorenzo. In some way or other Messer Antonio had
lit on evil days, at all events he appears to have lost the banking
business, which had been mainly operative in the raising of his house,
and had reverted to the less lucrative but still honourable occupation
of his family--the craft of sword-making. He carried on his business in
a house which he rented under the shadow of the Palazzo Pitti.

Both Cammilla and her elder sister Maria were good-looking girls. The
latter, in 1566, married a wealthy shoemaker from Siena, Gaspare
Chinucci, but her husband divorced her; and then Duke Cosimo caused her
father to marry her, in 1572, to an opulent foreign merchant--Messer
Baldassarre Suarez, who had come over from Spain and was a protégé of
the Duchess Eleanora.

Cammilla, born in 1547, possessed all the personal attractiveness which
distinguished her mother, whose sister, Nannina, the wife of Messer
Luigi degli Albizzi, was mother of Eleanora, Duke Cosimo's _druda_.

"Tall and of a good figure, fair complexion, with light hair, and a pair
of dark eyes like two brilliant stars, she was also most graceful in her
carriage and manner, full of intelligence in conversation, and quite
naturally fond of admiration and amours." This is a contemporary
word-picture of the physical and mental charms of one of the most lovely
girls that ever tripped merrily along the Lung' Arno Acciaiuoli--in the
footsteps of Beatrice de' Portinari.

That promenade of Prince Cupid was always thronged by the belles and
beaux of Florentine society. There the young men, and old men too, could
meet and salute their _innamorate_. Duke Cosimo had not observed for
nothing the daily walk of his fascinating young neighbour, he never
overlooked a pretty face and comely figure, and his heart was large
enough to entertain the loves of many women! His experience was very
much like that of Dante Alighieri, who one day saw his Beatrice "in
quite a new and entrancing light."

It was in May, in 1564, when all was gay and fresh in Florence, that
Duke Cosimo chanced upon Cammilla de' Martelli, as he passed on his way
from the Pitti Palace to Castello, to dawdle with the lovely Eleanora
degli Albizzi, her cousin. Something prompted the Duke to accost the
maiden,--her blush and his own tremor revealed delightful possibilities
quite in his way! Very warily he approached Messer Antonio. His idea
was probably to keep Eleanora at the Villa del Castello, and to take
Cammilla away to his favourite residence, the Palace at Pisa.

If Don Francesco and Duchess Giovanna were aggrieved by the intrigue
already going on, it was conceivable that the trouble would be greatly
intensified by a second. Cosimo did not wish their increased displeasure
nor publicity, so, for a while, he kept his hopes and his intentions to
himself. At last, inflamed more and more by the fresh, unsullied beauty
of Cammilla, he broached his proposition to Messer Antonio. Greatly in
need of money, and hoping much from court patronage, the unnatural
father determined to follow the example of his brother-in-law, and
surrender, for a worthy consideration, his child as a "_Cosa di Cosimo
il Duca_."

The cast-off Eleanora was married, as we have read, to Cavaliere Carlo
de' Panciatichi in September 1567, and on 28th May--eight months
after--Cammilla de' Martelli gave birth, at Pisa, to a dear little girl,
the latest child of Duke Cosimo! This was by no means to the mind of
Duke Francesco, and news of the birth quickly reached the ears of the
Pope. His Holiness at once despatched a courier to Duke Cosimo, urging
him to legitimatise the child by his immediate marriage with the mother.

This was not at all what the Duke wanted; he preferred, of course, to be
quite free to love any girl or woman that he might single out.
Nevertheless the pressure was so great that he was compelled to yield;
and, in January 1569, he took Cammilla to be his wedded wife, but not to
share his Ducal title! That was forbidden by the emphatic opposition of
the acting Duke and Duchess, and by the direct intervention of the
Emperor Maximilian.

Messer Antonio de' Martelli was in ecstasies, and his unconcealed
delight gained for him the nickname "_Il Balencio_," "like Whalebone"!
It is said that when his wife's kinsman, Alamanno de' Pazzi, ventured to
congratulate him at his house in the Via Maggio, he found the place
gaily decorated, and musicians playing before the door!

"What is this brave show for, Messer Antonio?" he asked.

"Why, Ser Alamanno, I have married my daughter to the Duke Cosimo.
Rejoice with me to-day. We have now no relations but Emperors and
Princes, what would you!"

Cosimo created his wife's father a Knight of the Order of San Stefano
and endowed him with a good annual income. At the same time he advanced
Madonna Maria di Baldassarre Suarez to the rank of a Gentlewoman of the
Court, and caused unhappy Gaspare Chinucci to be banished out of
Tuscany; some indeed say that he even instigated his assassination!
Messer Suarez was promoted to an honourable place at Court, and his name
was changed to Martelli. Two sons and a daughter blessed his union with
Madonna Maria. Violante, as the girl was christened, grew up, as
beautiful as her aunt Cammilla, with a pair of eyes like hers, and
nothing could restrain the passion of that young libertine, Don Piero
de' Medici, for love of her--he was indeed his father's son!

Nevertheless she was not to be his _innamorata_ alone, for Cardinal
Ferdinando also "came and saw and conquered," and young Violante became
his chief mistress in Florence--the rival in his affections of his
father's fascinating young wife, her aunt Cammilla.

In 1570, Cosimo went in State to Rome to be crowned by the Pope as first
Grand Duke of Tuscany. From his Holiness he obtained a reversion of the
title in perpetuity for his descendants. The Easter of that year he
spent at the Pitti Palace, and then he hurried off to Castello to pass
the rest of his days with his dearly-loved and charming young wife.

Once there, he dismissed almost all the members of his suite, retaining
only two secretaries, a chaplain (!) and two couriers, wishing to lead
the quiet life of a country gentleman. He apportioned to his wife
Cammilla four gentlewomen as maids of honour. Henceforward neither
Cosimo nor Cammilla were seen but rarely in Florence. They spent their
time together either at Castello, at Poggio a Caiano, or in Pisa.

December and May had been mated--the former had his consolations, but
the latter pined quite naturally for young society. Love is cold and
love is captious where age and temperament disagree. Cammilla sighed for
the gaieties, the pleasures, and gallantries of Florence. Love's young
dream had not been hers, she had not chosen her ancient lover. But
admiration for her sprang from a likely though an unexpected quarter,
and her cavalier was not warned off by a jealous husband, as was poor
Eleanora degli Albizzi's.

The Grand Duke Cosimo, to the very last, kept up the appearance of
religion, if not its realities. The fact that a son of his was a member
of the Sacred College, and a possible occupant of the chair of St Peter,
covered a multitude of sins; not that Cardinal Ferdinando was a mirror
of virtue or an example of sanctity.

Ferdinando's relations with Francesco and Bianca were as bad as could
be. His arrogance and extortions rendered his presence at the Florentine
court unwelcome and even dangerous. At Castello and Poggio a Caiano, on
the other hand, he was an honoured guest, and, for lack of lovers, his
young stepmother was not displeased by his attentions. Cosimo kept her
strictly in seclusion, and she had not the courage, or, be it said, the
impudence of her stepdaughter, the Duchess of Bracciano. The loves of
the Cardinal and Cammilla were in secret and unprovocative; indeed, the
Grand Duke encouraged the intrigue, as being "for Cammilla's good."

Here was a pretty state of affairs. One son, Piero, the seducer of his
mistress, Eleanora degli Albizzi, the other, Ferdinando, the lover of
his wife! It would be very difficult, perhaps impossible, to exonerate
Cosimo from the blame of Cammilla's unfaithfulness. If she sinned, she
did so helplessly.

Alas, that she listened not only to the amorous vows of Ferdinando, but
also gave credence to his views concerning the Grand Duke and Grand
Duchess in Florence. She knew, of course, that there was no love lost
between herself and them; and she was quite ready to entertain the evil
insinuations which the late Duchess Giovanna had ventilated with
reference to Bianca.

This cabal was perfectly well known to the Grand Duke Cosimo, but he let
matters take their course; all he cared for was the embraces of his
attractive wife and the flatteries of his hypocritical son. The death of
Duchess Giovanna threw Ferdinando and Cammilla more than ever into one
another's arms. What, and if Francesco and Bianca died without male
heir! Why, on the death of Cosimo, Ferdinando and Cammilla might succeed
to the Grand Ducal throne. This was the temptation which the Cardinal
placed, like a young bud, in Cammilla's bosom. She was but human--very
human; she had been slighted by the non-allowance of rank as Grand
Duchess. Perhaps Destiny had still that distinction in reserve. She
would wait.

The pathos of Cammilla's life deepened during the last four years of
Grand Duke Cosimo's life. He became a constant sufferer with many
infirmities. The strenuous life he had lived, with its exercise of
lustful love and lurid hate, tried to the breaking point his iron
constitution. Gout was his direst torment, a malady productive of
ill-humour at its worst, and poor Cammilla, lonely wife, nurse,
companion, had none to share his impatience.

Her own health gave way under the strain, and her indisposition pointed
to apoplexy and to mental trouble. But deliverance came at last. On 20th
April 1574, Cosimo breathed his last at Poggio a Caiano, in his
fifty-fifth year. By his death-bed there watched only his chastened wife
and his sanctimonious son. Of his other surviving children,
Isabella--once his favourite--had suffered for sixteen years the
misunderstandings and the heartburnings which her heartless
marriage-contract had imposed; she was estranged from him and from
Cammilla, and from the Cardinal. Piero was a wastrel, the exponent of
his father's worst passions--Piero, "_Il Scandalezzatore_" as he was
rightly called. Francesco had borne ten years' embarrassment as
quasi-ruler of the State, subject to ceaseless cautions and
contradictions: he was, in no sensuous or homicidal sense, his father's
son. All three stayed markedly away from Poggio a Caiano.

       *       *       *       *       *

Almost the first act of the new Sovereign was the enclosure of his
father's young widow in a convent! He placed her first with the
Benedictine nuns of the Vergine dell' Annunziata delle Murate, and then
in the noble sanctuary of Santa Monica, not with her poor cousin
Eleanora degli Albizzi away at Foligno!

This certainly appears to the ordinary reader of romances a cruel and
unjustifiable act, but to the student of diplomatic expediency, it was a
foregone conclusion. The security of Francesco's rule depended entirely
upon the suppression of dynastic intrigues. The person of Ferdinando was
unassailable; as a Prince of the Church he had prerogatives which could
not be removed by any temporal sovereign. All that Francesco could do
was to forbid his presence upon Tuscan territory, and this he did.

It does not appear that the unhappy Cammilla de' Medici was harshly
used; indeed her residence within the convent was made as agreeable as
possible, and she had the privilege of receiving visitors, other than
political. Madonna Costanza de' Pazzi and eight other noble ladies were
attached to her suite, with five Gentlemen of Honour and several
domestics.

Cavaliere Antonio de' Martelli pleaded in vain his right as father of
Cammilla to take her and her child back under the parental roof. The
Grand Duke was immovable in his resolution, he counselled the father to
let the matter rest, and gave him and Madonna Fiammetta free access to
their daughter, but, on no account, was she to visit them.

As in the case of Eleanora degli Albizzi, an inventory of jewellery and
other treasures was made, and whilst Cammilla was permitted to retain
certain articles, such objects as were regarded as the property of the
reigning Grand Duchess were transferred to the _Guardaroba_ of Bianca.
Apparently Francesco determined that no action of his against his
father's widow should be construed into a menace against his Government.

Writing to the Grand Duke, on 7th August 1574, soon after Cammilla's
reception, the Very Reverend Abbess of Santa Monica humbly thanked his
Serene Highness "for the generous treatment of the young widow, and begs
remembrance of his good offices for her and for the convent generally."

Trustees were appointed, under the presidency of Messer Roberto de'
Adimari, the Chancellor of the Monte de' Pieta, for the administration
of the one hundred and four thousand gold florins--the fortune left by
Duke Cosimo to the Lady Cammilla, which produced an annual income of
four thousand eight hundred gold florins a year, equal to about £2000.

Cammilla settled down as best she could to a life of leisured ease--a
lonesome woman, a prisoner under close observation. News of the outside
world she had, and when the report of the horrors of the year 1576
reached her, she was prostrated with grief. Indeed, her time seems to
have been spent with repining, weeping and sickness--a piteous existence
for a young woman of twenty-seven.

At length Cammilla braced herself to bear her disappointments, her
trials, her imprisonment, with fortitude, and, like the good woman she
really was, she set to work to occupy her time, and that of her suite,
in useful and interesting occupations. Gardening and the care of flowers
attracted her, and soon the cloisters of the convent were converted into
bowers of roses and myrtles.

Her ladies and the nuns also, she encouraged in all elegant
handicrafts--silk-embroidery, lace-making, and other stitchery. The
results of their industry procured immediate custom, and the noble
cloths and lustrous silks of Santa Monica, with the Lady Cammilla's
initials attached, became famous far and near. These objects consisted
of pillow-cases, screens, portières, decorative panels, banners,
scarves, cushions, handkerchiefs, bodices and various other details of
feminine attire, with rich vestments for the clergy, and sumptuous
altar-cloths.

The Grand Duchess Bianca, who, with characteristic sweetness and
generosity, had all along sympathised with poor Lady Cammilla, was the
best customer of the convent industries, and, moreover, she frequently
visited the gentle prisoner, and showed her many charming attentions.
For two Medici brides, also, Cammilla superintended the preparation of
trousseaux--her own daughter Virginia, Duke Cosimo's child, and the
Grand Duke's eldest daughter, Maria, who married King Henry IV. of
France.

Another sort of employment found in the Lady Cammilla an earnest and
skilful directress, namely, the manufacture of sweetmeats, preserves,
compôtes, pastries, and every sort of delectable confectionery. Perfumes
and liqueurs--usually the piquant produce of monasteries--were also
cunningly extracted by Cammilla's subtle formulas. These elegant
specialities she gave away to old friends and visitors--enclosed in
delicate little glass and porcelain bottles and jars of her own design.

The fame of the Lady Cammilla's skill and patronage reached foreign
courts, and notable visitors to Florence did not fail to pay their
courtesies to the great lady of the convent. Two of these, the
Archpriest Monsignore Simone Fortuna, confessor of the Duke of Urbino,
and Cavaliere Ercole Cortile, the ambassador of Ferrara, have recorded
their visits and their pleasure at seeing "La Serena Signora" in genial
company and philanthropically employed. The wily priest added, with
sanctimonious admiration for female beauty: "La Martelli is as
fascinating as ever!"

Still, liberty is liberty, and captivity--even when made as attractive
and as unoppressive as possible--is still captivity. The Lady Cammilla
never left the confines of her convent for twelve long years, and not
till 4th February 1586 was she allowed a _congé_. Then a sumptuous
cavalcade, with splendid sedan-chairs, halted at the main portal of
Santa Monica, and out of one stepped the Grand Duchess Bianca, in
gorgeous State robes. She had come to escort in person the Lady
Cammilla, with every mark of respect and honour, to the marriage of her
daughter, Virginia de' Medici!

The young girl was just eighteen, passably old for a sixteenth-century
noble bride! In 1575, she had been assigned as the consort in prospect
of Cavaliere Mario Sforza, General of the army of the Grand Duke
Francesco. The match, however, was broken off, when Cardinal Alessandro
Sforza died, and left an immense fortune, but not to his nephew Mario,
as had been expected; and so Mario proved to be too poor a suitor for
the girl's hand.

Mario, on his side, had cooled much in his ardour for Virginia. Reports
of the Cardinal de' Medici's--Ferdinando's--familiarities, not only with
the mother, but with the daughter also, were rife in Florence and in
Rome. Sufficient grounds there were for him to accept the cancellation
of the proposal with equanimity. The Marchese, for so he had been
created, was not a whit more virtuous than the men of his day, but the
sensuous are always the harshest judges of their kind!

No, Virginia was, after all, married to Don Cesare d'Este, Duke of
Modena. She had by the way, been promised, in 1581, to Francesco Sforza
di Santa Fiora, but he changed his mind and renounced the
world--conventionally of course--to accept the Cardinal's red hat and
privileges from the hands of Pope Gregory XIII. So constantly were
natural human instincts dulled by the contrariety of fashion in those
degenerate days!

Of Virginia's marriage Torquato Tasso, the Grand Duchess Bianca's
enamoured poet-laureate, sang:

"Cio che morte rallenta
Amore restringa!"

Virginia died in 1615--some said she was poisoned by her husband--the
last of a degraded race. _Sic transit gloria Medici!_

The ceremonial of the nuptials was as splendid as a sumptuous Court
could make it, and as became the union of a princess of the House of
Medici with an ambitious foreign Sovereign. But whilst men and women
gossiped delightedly about the charms of the beauteous young bride and
the gallant bearing of the groom, every tongue expressed wonderment at
the gracious, stately figure of the Lady Cammilla. The chorus of popular
applause was hushed, however, when the pathos of her story struck
sorrowful chords in every heart.

Upon the obverse of the medals struck for the Duke Cosimo for their
wedding, twelve years before, the Signora is represented as a
finely-developed woman, with the proud profile of a true daughter of
Florence, a high brow, a shapely nose, full cheeks, and a dimpled chin.
Her attire is rich, she wears costly jewels, and her hair is tastefully
coiffured.

What Cammilla's feelings were, she only knew, and she told them to no
one; she bore herself loftily, and made no one her confidante. After the
solemnity and festivities she betook herself once more--she had no other
choice--to her convent prison, the poorer for the loss of her cherished
child, the richer in the estimation of all good people.

Henceforth, her inclusion among the Religious was to be more rigorous,
and she never expected to be seen again in Florence: dolorous indeed
must have been that parting with the world she loved, but so little
knew. She viewed the coming years with apprehension and hopelessness.
She had not reached the measure of her destiny, but for that,
mercifully, she had not very long to wait, and yet there was to be
another slight rift in the clouds of misery.

From time to time Cammilla had suffered from fainting fits and attacks
of hysteria, but after her separation from Virginia, these increased
greatly in frequency and intensity. Skilful medical treatment was of no
avail, and at length her doctors appealed to the Grand Duke for some
relaxation of her imprisonment. Freedom from restraint and the benefit
of urgently needed change, they knew, would work wonders in the way of
recovery.

Don Francesco was immovable to all such representations; he had over and
over again declined to reverse or modify his decision. His fully
justified fear of the Cardinal's intrigues acted as a negative magnet to
all his best propositions. He and she were bound together, he felt sure,
in schemes for his own undoing, and Bianca's too.

The Lady Cammilla's life became at last intolerable; sickness,
suspicion, and discontent fastened their dire influences upon her. She
neglected useful and ornamental pastimes, became morose and impatient,
and gave way to fits of frenzied desperation. The Abbess, greatly
alarmed, took counsel with her spiritual advisers, who judged that the
unhappy lady was losing her reason, and, perchance, her soul. Her
condition became so critical that in April 1587 the Tuscan ambassador in
Rome applied to the Pope for permission for the chaplain of the convent
to celebrate a Mass for the exorcism of the poor lady!

In October of that year the fell schemes of Cardinal Ferdinando had, at
last, their fruition, and the Grand Duke and Grand Duchess died together
at Poggio a Caiano, victims of his jealousy and hate. He obtained at
last what he had striven for so unscrupulously for twenty years--the
succession to the Tuscan throne.

Be it, however, in justice told, with respect to the Lady Cammilla, for,
when he had spurned the dead body of the Grand Duchess, and
hypocritically sad, had followed the remains of his poisoned brother to
San Lorenzo, he went right off to the convent of Santa Monica, and
acquainted her personally with the fact of delivery from a living tomb.

They had only met very occasionally during the last few years, and she
had changed greatly--perhaps he had, too. Her terrible trials, her
bodily sicknesses, and her mental derangements had made ineffaceable
marks in the erstwhile beauteous girl, and Cammilla de' Medici was no
longer possible as the wife of the renegade Cardinal. Marriage was out
of the question for her; indeed, her very existence was at stake, and
all that Ferdinando could do was to alleviate the sufferings of his
_innamorata_, and to cheer her declining days.

Many years before, Ferdinando had purchased a piece of ground at the
confluence of the Arno and Pesa, and, upon it, he built the Villa
Ambrogiana, which he furnished in lavish style, boasting that "it will
be handy when I come into my own!" This estate, with a sufficient
household, he made over to the Lady Cammilla, for her own free use.
Before, however, she took up her residence, Ferdinando, now, of course,
Grand Duke of Tuscany, placed at her disposal a country villa in the Val
d'Ema, to which the suffering Signora was taken, in the hope that the
fresh air and pleasant outlook would assist the recovery of her health
and spirits.

She improved wonderfully in every way--the fact that she was again her
own mistress and free to come and go at will, fortified her immensely,
and she determined to devote the residue of her life to the interests of
Ferdinando. Called upon, at his succession to the throne, to renounce
his spiritual character--it was a character, indeed, which ill-fitted
him--the new Grand Duke devoted himself to the duties of his high
station. The Lady Cammilla, who had been his confidante in days gone by,
was still retained as counseller and guide. Marriage was the most urgent
necessity of the Grand Duke for the procreation of legitimate heirs.

He was surrounded by heirs-presumptive and aspirants to the throne--Don
Antonio, his brother's adopted son; Don Giovanni, his father's
legitimatised son by Eleanora degli Albizzi; his brother Piero, and any
one of his bastard sons, and several other scions of the house. The Lady
Cammilla entered heartily into all her stepson's ideas, and quickly,
though doubtlessly regretfully, agreed with him that a brilliant foreign
alliance was an absolute necessity.

Together they passed in review the names of all the eligible princesses
in Europe, and at last their choice fell upon Princess Christina, the
young daughter of Charles, Duke of Lorraine, and nephew of Queen
Caterina de' Medici. She was received in Florence with joy, and married
to the Grand Duke in 1589. The Lady Cammilla graced the nuptials with
her presence, laying aside the dark-hued garments of sorrow which she
had assumed and worn so long.

That was the last time Cammilla was seen in public; she retired first to
her villa on the Arno, and then, seeing that the symptoms of illness
were returning, she voluntarily retired once more into what had been her
prison and her home--the convent of Santa Monica, where she breathed her
last on the 30th of May 1590, at the early age of forty-five, to the
unutterable sorrow of the devoted ladies of her suite and her faithful
attendants. In the _Libri de' Morti_ (1577-1591) we read under that
date: "La Signora Cammilla d'il Serenissimo Gran Duca Cosimo de' Medici,
despositata in San Lorenzo." Some say she died imbecile.

Upon the reverse of one medal, which Cosimo had struck in honour of
their nuptials, was cut around the heraldic emblazonment of an oak tree
and a dragon, her legend: "_Uno avulso non deficit alter aureus_." This
may be the epitome of her life's history, and upon it one may moralise
at will; and certainly readers of the "Tragedy of Cammilla de' Martelli"
will admit that a spoilt life is as great a catastrophe as a violent
death.

       *       *       *       *       *

It requires no great stretch of the imagination to picture the morals
and the manners of society in Tuscany during the last half of the
sixteenth century. The superabundance of private riches and the
enervation of idle leisure destroyed the framework of domestic economy;
"_Di fare il Signore_!"--to play the gentleman--was the current mode.
Everyone strove to surpass his neighbours in luxury and extravagance.

The example of the Court was felt in every grade of life: marital
unfaithfulness, personal spleen, and family feuds divided every
household. The worst of human passions ran riot, and life became a
pandemonium, wherein the sharp poignard, the poison phial, and the
strangling rope, played their part at the dastardly will of their
owners.

Fair Florence was still--as she will ever be--"The City of the Lily";
but the blue and silver emblematic _giglio_--the modestly unfolding
fragrant iris of the unsophisticated countryside, drooped before the
flaming, passionate tiger-lily of the formal garden of debauchery, with
its pungent odour and its secretive, incurled scarlet petals--splashed
with the blacks and yellows of crime and greed!

                             "Nature ever
Finding discordant fortune, like all seed
Out of its proper climate, thrives but ill:
But were the world content to work,
And work on the foundation Nature lays,
It would not lack of excellence." ...

IL PARADISO, _Canto viii_.



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INDEX


A

Abbioso, Bishop
Acciaiuoli, Agnolo
    "       Donato
Adrian VI., Pope
Albizzi, Family of
    "    Constanza
    "    Eleanora
    "    Luigi
    "    Nannina
Alfonso II., Duke of Ferrara
Ambrogiana, Villa of
Antinori, Bernardino
    "     Filippo


B

Bandino, Bernardo
Barga, Antonio da
Baroncelli, Villa of
Bentivoglio, Count Ulisse
Boscoli, Pietro P.
Bracciolini, Giacopo
Brivio, Francesco
Buonaventuri, Constanza
    "         Giovanni, B.
    "         Pietro
    "         Zenobio
Buonromeo, Carlo
    "      Giovanni


C

Cafaggiuolo, Villa of
Cappello, Bartolommeo
Capponi, Bernardo
    "    Piero
Castello, Villa of
Cavalcanti, Antonio
Cerreto Guidi, Villa of
Cesare, d'Este, Duke of Modena
Charles V., Emperor
Charles VIII., King of France
Cibo, Cardinal
Colonna, Giulia Gonzaga
Contrari, Creole
Corsi, Amerigo
"Cosa di Cosimo"
   "  di Francesco"
   "  della Lussuria"


D

Dei, Benedetto
Delle Murate, Convent of
Domenico, Giovanni


E

Ercole II., Duke of Ferrara


F

Florence, _Ammoniti_
    "     "Il governo d'un solo"
    "     "Tyrant of"
    "     hot-bed of crime
    "     first of modern states
    "     office of Gonfaloniere
    "     Giustizia abolished
    "     "A monster"
    "     fortress of San Giovanni
    "     tyrannicide studies
    "     violent deaths in
    "     patronage of Cosimo I.
    "     Cappella degli Spagnuoli
    "     Accademia della Crusca
    "         "     delle Elevati
    "     training of children in
    "     "Cicisbeo"
    "     "Partiti"
    "     "The Three Graces"
    "     "City of Assassins"
Fondi, Castle of
Francis I., King of France
Franzesi, Napoleone


G

Gaci, Alessandro
Gianfigliazzi, Bongiano
Ginori, Caterina
   "    Francesco
Giovanni da Perugia
Guicciardini, Francesco
Guicciardini, Luigi
Gregory XIII., Pope


H

Henry II., King of France


J

Julius II., Pope
   "   III, Pope


L

Lando, Michaele, "Ciompi" rising
"La Simonetta"


M

Macchiavelli, Niccolo
Madrigals, Francesco de' Medici's
Maffei, Frate Antonio
Malatesti, Family of
    "      Jacopo
    "      Lamberto
    "      Leonida
    "      Malatesta
Martelli, Family of
    "     Antonio
    "     Baccio, Admiral
    "     Cammilla (_see_ Medici)
    "     Domenico
    "     Maria
    "     Violante
Maximilian, Emperor
Medici, Alamanno
   "    Alessandro, First Duke of Florence
   "    Alfonsina d'Orsini
   "    Antonio, supposititious son of Bianca Cappello
   "    Ardingo
   "    Averardo I.
   "       "     II.
   "       "     III., "Bicci"
   "    Bianca Cappello-Buonaventuri
   "    Bianca, daughter of Piero "il Gottoso"
   "    Bonagiunto
   "    Cammilla de' Martelli
   "    Caterina, Queen of France
   "    Chiarissimo I.
   "        "       II.
   "        "       III.
   "    Clarice d'Orsini
   "    Clarice, wife of Filippo negli Strozzi
   "    Contessina (de' Bardi)
   "    Cosimo, "Il Padre della Patria"
   "    Cosimo I., First Grand Duke of Tuscany
   "    Cristina of Lorraine
   "    Eleonora de' Toledo
   "    Eleanora de' Garzia
   "    Ferdinando, son of Cosimo I., Cardinal
   "    Filippo or Lippo
   "    Filippo, son of Grand Duke Francesco
   "    Francesco, Second Grand Duke of Tuscany
   "    Garzia, son of Cosimo I.
   "    Gianbuono
   "    Giovanna of Austria
   "    Giovanni, First Tragedy
   "        "     son of Averardo III.
   "        "     son of Cosimo "Il Padre della Patria" (_ see_ Chart)
   "        "     "Il Popolano"
   "        "     son of "Il Magnifico"
   "        "     "delle Bande Nere"
   "        "     son of Cosimo I., Cardinal
   "        "     son of Eleonora degli Albizzi
   "        "     Second "Grand" Medici
   "        "     Pope Leo X.
   "    Giuliano, "Il Pensieroso"
   "        "     son of "Il Magnifico," Duke of Nemours
   "        "     brother of Lorenzino
   "    Giulio, Pope Clement VII.
   "    Ippolito, Cardinal
   "    Isabella Romola, daughter of Cosimo I.
   "    "La Bia"
   "    Laudomia, daughter of Pierfrancesco II.
   "    Lorenzo, son of Giovanni, "Bicci"
   "       "     "Il Magnifico"
   "       "     Duke of Urbino
   "       "     "Il Terribile"
   "    Luigia,, daughter of "Il Magnifico"
   "    Lucrezia, de' Tornabuoni
   "       "      daughter of "Il Magnifico"
   "       "      daughter of Cosimo I.
   "    Maddalena, daughter of "Il Magnifico"
   "    Maddalena, daughter of Pierfrancesco II.
   "    Margaret of Austria
   "    Maria Lucrezia, daughter of Cosimo I.
   "    Maria Lucrezia, Queen of France
   "    Palace of Via Larga
   "    Palace of Pitti
   "    Pierfrancesco II.
   "    Piero, "Il Gottoso"
   "      "    son of "Il Magnifico"
   "      "    son of Cosimo I.
   "    Salvestro I.
   "        "     First "Grand" Medici
   "    Tommaso, Court Chamberlain
   "    Virginia, daughter of Cosimo I.
Montemurlo, battle of
Montesicco, Condottiere G.B. da
Mugello, valley of


N

Neroni, Giovanni
Nori, Francesco


O

Orsini, Family of
   "    Alfonsina (_see_ Medici)
   "    Clarice (_see_ Medici)
   "    Paolo Giordano, Duke of Bracciano
   "    Rinaldo, Archbishop
   "    Roberto
   "    Troilo
Orte Oricellari


P

Pandolfini, Agnolo
Panciatichi, Carlo
Passerini, Cardinal Silvio de'
Paul II., Pope
  "  III., Pope
  "  IV., Pope
Pazzi, Family of
  "    Andrea
  "    Antonio I.
  "       "    II.
  "       "    III.
  "    Constanza
  "    Francesco
  "    Giacopo
  "    Giovanni
  "    Guglielmo
  "    Piero
  "    Renato
  "    Wronging of the
  "    "Ordinamenti di Giustizia" and the
Pellegrina, daughter of Bianca Cappello
Perugino, Giovanni
Petrucci, Cesare de'
Philip, King of Spain
Pitti, Gianozzo
Pius IV., Pope
Platonic Academy
Poggio a Caiano, Villa of
Poliziano, Agnolo
Portinari, Beatrice
Poviano, Frate Stefano
Prato, sack of
Pratolino, Villa of
Pucci, Giovanni


R

Renata, Duchess of Ferrara
Riari, Antonio
  "    Caterina
  "    Girolamo, Count
  "    Piero, Cardinal
Ricci, Cassandra
Riccio, Pierfrancesco
Ridolfi, Antonio
   "     Piero
   "     Rosso
Rome, sack of


S

Salviati, Family of
   "      Francesco, Archbishop
   "      Giacomo
   "      Giacopo
   "      Giacopo di Giacopo
   "      Maria
   "      Pietro
Sansoni, Raffaele, Cardinal
Santa Monica, Convent of
San Onofrio, Convent of
Savonarola, Frate G.
Sforza, Almeni, Cosimo I.'s secretary
   "    Caterina
   "    Galeazzo Maria, Duke of Milan
Sixtus IV., Pope
Sixtus VI., Pope
Soderini, Family of
   "      Dianora (de' Tornabuoni)
   "      Francesco
   "      Maria
   "      Niccolo
   "      Piero
   "      Tommaso
Strozzi, Alessandra (de' Machingi)
   "     Filippo
   "     Roberto
Stufa, Agnolo della
   "   Luigi
   "   Sismondo


T

Tana, Villa della
Tasso, Torquato
"The Golden Rose"
Torello, Lelio
Tornabuoni, Giovanni de'
    "       Lorenzo de'
    "       Lucrezia (_see_ Medici)
    "       Dianora (_see_ Soderini)
Tovallaccino, Michaele
Tyrants, families of
"Tyrant of Tyrants"


U

Urbino, Federigo, Duke of


V

Varchi, Benedetto
Vespucci, Marco






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