We must remain, and fight this battle out." "At least, lady," he answered readily, gaily almost, "I cannot share your regrets for me.

The act of yours may be a madness, Madonna, but it is the bravest, sweetest madness that ever was, and I shall be proud to play my part if you'll assign me one." "But, sir, I have no claim upon you!" "The claim that every beset lady has upon a true knight," he assured her.

"I could ask no better employment for these arms of mine than in your defence against the Duke of Babbiano.

I am at your service, and with a glad heart, Monna Valentina.

I have seen something of war, and you may find me useful." "Make him Provost of Roccaleone, Madonna," urged Fortemani, whose gratitude to the man who had saved his life was blent with an admiring appreciation of his powers, of which the bully had had such practical experience.
"You hear what Ercole says ?" she cried, turning to Francesco with a sudden eagerness that showed how welcome that suggestion was.
"It were too great an honour," he answered solemnly.