We are all but ripe to strike at him from Rome and when we strike he shall be so disfigured by the blow that all Italy shall hold its sides to laugh at the sorry figure he will cut.

I would not say so much to any other living man but you and if I tell it you it is because I need your aid." "The lion and mouse," I murmured.
"Why yes, if you will." "And this man is the husband of your sister!" I exclaimed, almost involuntarily.
"Does that imply a doubt of what I have said ?" he flashed, his head thrown back, his brows drawn suddenly together.
"No, no," I hastened to assure him.

He smiled softly.
"Maddonna Lucrezia knows all--or nearly all.

Of what else she may need to learn, that letter will inform her.

It is the last thread, the last knot needed, before we can complete the net in which we are to hold that tyrant?
Now, will you bear the letter ?" Would I bear it?
Dear God! To achieve the end in view I would have spent my remaining days in motley, making sport for grooms and kitchen wenches.