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cn. xxiv] LIFE OF BENVENUTO CELLINI 43
Raising my eyes, I said: "That littie bit of head would
be quite sufficient for me to kill it, if it will only wait
till I can sight my fowling-piece." Those noblemen said
that even the man who invented the fowling-piece could
not do that. At which I replied: " I wager a jug of that
good Greek wine of mine host Palonbo, that if it waits
for me to sight my wondrous ' Broccardo' (for so I
called my fowling-piece), I will knock it over in that
small portion of its noddle that it is showing."
Taking aim immediately, at arm's length, without any
other rest, I did what I had promised, not thinking of
the Cardinal nor of any one else; rather I reckoned the
Cardinal as very much my patron. Let the world
therefore take notice, when fortune wishes to deprive
a man for the purpose of destroying him, how many
different ways she employs. The Pope, swelling and
growling (with passion), remained thinking over what his
son had told him. Two days afterwards, Cardinal Cornaro
went to ask the Pope for a bishopric for one of his nobles,
who was called Misser Andrea Centanod The Pope,
it is true, had promised him a bishopric: it being thus
vacant, when the Cardinal reminded the Pope how he had
promised him such a thing, the Pope agreed that it was
the truth, and was therefore willing to give it to him; but
he wished for a favour from his most reverend lordship,
and this was, that he would be willing to give Benvenuto
into his hands. Thereupon the Cardinal said: "Oh,
if Your Holiness has pardoned him and given me his
^ Of this Andrea Centano, to whom CELLINI alludes again later
on, no definite information is known. He could have held no
bishopric in Italy, because his name is not to be found in UGHELLi
(Tha/ha JWTYZ rz7.).
Raising my eyes, I said: "That littie bit of head would
be quite sufficient for me to kill it, if it will only wait
till I can sight my fowling-piece." Those noblemen said
that even the man who invented the fowling-piece could
not do that. At which I replied: " I wager a jug of that
good Greek wine of mine host Palonbo, that if it waits
for me to sight my wondrous ' Broccardo' (for so I
called my fowling-piece), I will knock it over in that
small portion of its noddle that it is showing."
Taking aim immediately, at arm's length, without any
other rest, I did what I had promised, not thinking of
the Cardinal nor of any one else; rather I reckoned the
Cardinal as very much my patron. Let the world
therefore take notice, when fortune wishes to deprive
a man for the purpose of destroying him, how many
different ways she employs. The Pope, swelling and
growling (with passion), remained thinking over what his
son had told him. Two days afterwards, Cardinal Cornaro
went to ask the Pope for a bishopric for one of his nobles,
who was called Misser Andrea Centanod The Pope,
it is true, had promised him a bishopric: it being thus
vacant, when the Cardinal reminded the Pope how he had
promised him such a thing, the Pope agreed that it was
the truth, and was therefore willing to give it to him; but
he wished for a favour from his most reverend lordship,
and this was, that he would be willing to give Benvenuto
into his hands. Thereupon the Cardinal said: "Oh,
if Your Holiness has pardoned him and given me his
^ Of this Andrea Centano, to whom CELLINI alludes again later
on, no definite information is known. He could have held no
bishopric in Italy, because his name is not to be found in UGHELLi
(Tha/ha JWTYZ rz7.).