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CH. i] LIFE OF BENVENUTO CELLINI 103
deserve all the misfortunes that have fallen upon you,
and you are the reason that I want also to go and die
there also"; and whilst I was saying these words I con-
tinued to turn bravely back again. Ascanio and he
besought me for the love of God to be content to save
myself and save them, for it was certain that I was going
to my death. At this moment I met Misser Cherubino,
along with that wounded Milanese: he immediately re-
proved me, saying that he had received no harm, that
Pagolo's wound had gone so much to the right that it
had not gone in deep/ that the old postmaster lay
dead upon the ground, and that his sons with many
other persons were getting themselves ready, and for
certain they would have us all cut to pieces: "There-
fore, Benvenuto, since fortune has protected us from that
first onslaught of theirs, do not let us tempt her further,
lest she should not protect us (again)." Thereupon I
said: "Then if you are satisfied, I also am content;"
and turning to Pagolo and Ascanio, I said to them:
" Give spurs to your horses and let us gallop as far as
Staggia^ without ever stopping, and there we shall be
safe." The wounded Milanese said: "May a canker fall
upon our sins! For this misfortune that has befallen me
is solely the punishment of the sin of a little meat soup
that I ate yesterday, not having anything else to dine
upon." In spite of all the great disasters that we were
enduring, we were compelled to make some small show
^ 77 z7z TVgvfi? <?r<3 z7n 7<37zz*<? rzYA?, 7z<?73 z'j/h7zz7<n:7o.' a
strange construction, but one intended to convey that Pagolo's
wound was little more than a grazing of the skin. See
^ A picturesque little fortified hamlet about fifteen kilometres on
the road between Siena and Poggibonsi,
deserve all the misfortunes that have fallen upon you,
and you are the reason that I want also to go and die
there also"; and whilst I was saying these words I con-
tinued to turn bravely back again. Ascanio and he
besought me for the love of God to be content to save
myself and save them, for it was certain that I was going
to my death. At this moment I met Misser Cherubino,
along with that wounded Milanese: he immediately re-
proved me, saying that he had received no harm, that
Pagolo's wound had gone so much to the right that it
had not gone in deep/ that the old postmaster lay
dead upon the ground, and that his sons with many
other persons were getting themselves ready, and for
certain they would have us all cut to pieces: "There-
fore, Benvenuto, since fortune has protected us from that
first onslaught of theirs, do not let us tempt her further,
lest she should not protect us (again)." Thereupon I
said: "Then if you are satisfied, I also am content;"
and turning to Pagolo and Ascanio, I said to them:
" Give spurs to your horses and let us gallop as far as
Staggia^ without ever stopping, and there we shall be
safe." The wounded Milanese said: "May a canker fall
upon our sins! For this misfortune that has befallen me
is solely the punishment of the sin of a little meat soup
that I ate yesterday, not having anything else to dine
upon." In spite of all the great disasters that we were
enduring, we were compelled to make some small show
^ 77 z7z TVgvfi? <?r<3 z7n 7<37zz*<? rzYA?, 7z<?73 z'j/h7zz7<n:7o.' a
strange construction, but one intended to convey that Pagolo's
wound was little more than a grazing of the skin. See
^ A picturesque little fortified hamlet about fifteen kilometres on
the road between Siena and Poggibonsi,