Not yours this time! I want you at my side To hear them—that is, Michel Agnolo Judge all I do, and tell you of its worth. Well, let me think so. And you smile Will you? Tomorrow, satisfy your friend. indeed! I take the subjects for his corridor, Finish the portrait out of hand there, 235 there, I am grown peaceful as old age tonight. I regret little, I would change still less. 245 Since there my past life lies, why alter it? The very wrong to Francis! — it is true I took his coin, was tempted and complied, Distinct, instead of mortar, fierce bright And built this house and sinned, and all is gold, said. My father and my mother died of No doubt, there's something strikes a bal- Why, one, sir, who is lodging with a I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to blame? you think you see a monk! What, 'tis past midnight, and you go the rounds, And here you catch me at an alley's end 5 Where sportive ladies leave their doors ajar? The Carmine's my cloister: hunt it up, Do, harry out, if you must show your zeal, Whatever rat, there, haps on his wrong hole; And nip each softling of a wee white And his weapon in the other, yet unwiped! It's not your chance to have a bit of chalk, A wood-coal or the like? or you should see! Yes, I'm the painter, since you style me So. What, brother Lippo's doings, up and down, 40 You know them and they take you? like enough! I saw the proper twinkle in your eye I let Lisa go, and what good in life since? Flower o' the thyme- and so on. Round they went. Scarce had they turned the corner when a titter Old Aunt Lapaccia trussed me with one (Its fellow was a stinger as I knew), Like the skipping of rabbits by moonlight, By the straight cut to the convent. three slim shapes, words there, Six |