Witness to it, Angelo and Rinaldo Guidascarpi! bravo! You boys there--you stand like two Tyrolese salad-spoons! I say that my girl, my daughter, shall never help to fire blank shot.

I sent my paternal commands to her yesterday evening.

Does the wanton disobey her father and look up to a pair of rocket-headed rascals like you?
Apes! if she sings that song to-night, the ear of Italy will be deaf to her for ever after.

There's no engine to stir to-night; all the locks are on it; she will send half-a-dozen milkings like you to perdition, and there will be a circle of black blood about her name in the traditions of the insurrection--do you hear?
Have I cherished her for that purpose?
to have her dedicated to a brawl!' Agostino fumed up and down the room in a confusion of apparel, savouring his epithets and imaginative peeps while he stormed, to get a relish out of something, as beseems the poetic temperament.

The youths were silenced by him; Carlo gladly.
'Troop!' said the old man, affecting to contrast his attire with theirs; 'two graces and a satyr never yet went together, and we'll not frighten the classic Government of Milan.