The Bravo of Venice - A Romance - Page 25/84

Memmo.--All that I can do for you in this business is to provide you

with pecuniary supplies. My old miserable uncle, whose whole

property becomes mine at his death, has brimful coffers, and the old

miser dies whenever I say the word.

Falieri.--You have suffered him to live too long already.

Memmo.--Why, I never have been able to make up my mind entirely to--

You would scarcely believe it, friends, but at times I am so

hypochondriac, that I could almost fancy I feel twinges of

conscience.

Contarino.--Indeed. Then take my advice, go into a monastery.

Memmo.--Our care first must be to find out our old acquaintances,

Matteo's companions: yet, having hitherto always transacted

business with them through their captain, I know not where they are

to be met with.

Parozzi.--As soon as they are found, their first employment must be

the removal of the Doge's trio of advisers.

Contarino.--That were an excellent idea, if it were as easily done

as said. Well, then, my friends, this principal point at least is

decided. Either we will bury our debts under the ruins of the

existing constitution of the Republic, or make Andreas a gift of our

heads towards strengthening the walls of the building. In either

case, we shall at least obtain quiet. Necessity, with her whip of

serpents, has driven us to the very highest point of her rock,

whence we must save ourselves by some act of extraordinary daring,

or be precipitated on the opposite side into the abyss of shame and

eternal oblivion. The next point to be considered is, how we may

best obtain supplies for our necessary expenses, and induce others

to join with us in our plans. For this purpose we must use every

artifice to secure in our interests the courtesans of the greatest

celebrity in Venice. What WE should be unable to effect by every

power of persuasion, banditti by their daggers, and princes by their

treasuries, can one of those Phrynes accomplish with a single look.

Where the terrors of the scaffold are without effect, and the

exhortations of the priests are heard with coldness, a wanton look

and a tender promise often perform wonders. The bell which sounded

the hour of assignation has often rang the knell of the most sacred

principles and most steadfast resolutions. But should you either

fail to gain the mastery over the minds of these women, or fear to

be yourselves entangled in the nets which you wish to spread for

others, in these cases you must have recourse to the holy father

confessors. Flatter the pride of these insolent friars; paint for

them upon the blank leaf of futurity bishops' mitres, patriarchal

missions, the hats of cardinals, and the keys of St. Peter; my life

upon it, they will spring at the bait, and you will have them

completely at your disposal. These hypocrites who govern the

consciences of the bigoted Venetians, hold man and woman, the noble

and the mendicant, the Doge and the gondolier, bound fast in the

chains of superstition, by which they can head them wheresoever it

best suits their pleasure. It will save us tons of gold in gaining

over proselytes, and keeping their consciences quiet when gained, if

we can but obtain the assistance of the confessors, whose blessings

and curses pass with the multitude for current coin. Now, then, to

work, comrades, and so farewell.