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ISABELLAS ENNUI
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last was danced by Moors with lighted torches in
their hands, and was a fine sight. It was not over
till past ten, and then every one went home to
supper.” The Marchesa evidently found these pro-
longed festivities very tedious, and at the end of this
letter she adds a postscript in which her real feelings
are expressed.
“ I will not deny that Your Excellency, in my
eyes, enjoys far greater pleasure in being able to see
my little son every day, than I find in these fetes.
If they were the finest in the world, they wrould not
please me without Your Excellency and our little
boy. But I will not believe that he has forgotten
me already. If he does not remember me out of
affection, he must remember me if only because he is
kissed so often ! So I hope Your Excellency will be
sure to kiss him a few more times for love of me I
Don Alfonso and the bride slept together last night,
but we did not pay them the usual morning visit,
because, to say the truth, this is a very cold wedding!
I hope that my person and suite compare favourably
with those of others who are here, and we shall at
least carry off the prize of the card-playing, since
Spagnoli has already robbed the Jew of 500 gold
pieces. To-day we are to dance till four o’clock, and
then see another comedy.—Your wife, Isabella.”
Feb. 3.
On the 4th, the bride did not leave her room till
late in the day, and the Duke took his chief guests to
see the sights of Ferrara—the treasures of art con-
tained in the Castello and the Schifanoia palaces, the
guns in which his son Alfonso took especial interest,
and the holy Dominican nun, Sister Lucia of Viterbo,
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last was danced by Moors with lighted torches in
their hands, and was a fine sight. It was not over
till past ten, and then every one went home to
supper.” The Marchesa evidently found these pro-
longed festivities very tedious, and at the end of this
letter she adds a postscript in which her real feelings
are expressed.
“ I will not deny that Your Excellency, in my
eyes, enjoys far greater pleasure in being able to see
my little son every day, than I find in these fetes.
If they were the finest in the world, they wrould not
please me without Your Excellency and our little
boy. But I will not believe that he has forgotten
me already. If he does not remember me out of
affection, he must remember me if only because he is
kissed so often ! So I hope Your Excellency will be
sure to kiss him a few more times for love of me I
Don Alfonso and the bride slept together last night,
but we did not pay them the usual morning visit,
because, to say the truth, this is a very cold wedding!
I hope that my person and suite compare favourably
with those of others who are here, and we shall at
least carry off the prize of the card-playing, since
Spagnoli has already robbed the Jew of 500 gold
pieces. To-day we are to dance till four o’clock, and
then see another comedy.—Your wife, Isabella.”
Feb. 3.
On the 4th, the bride did not leave her room till
late in the day, and the Duke took his chief guests to
see the sights of Ferrara—the treasures of art con-
tained in the Castello and the Schifanoia palaces, the
guns in which his son Alfonso took especial interest,
and the holy Dominican nun, Sister Lucia of Viterbo,