The Bravo of Venice - A Romance - Page 41/84

In vain did Lomellino, who loved him like a father, endeavour to

discover the source of his melancholy; in vain did the venerable

Doge exert himself to dispel the gloom which oppressed his young

favourite. Flodoardo remained silent and sad.

And Rosabella? Rosabella would have belied her sex had she remained

gay while Flodoardo sorrowed. Her spirits were flown, her eyes were

frequently obscured with tears. She grew daily paler and paler,

till the Doge, who doted on her, was seriously alarmed for her

health. At length Rosabella grew really ill; a fever fixed itself

upon her; she became weak, and was confined to her chamber, and her

complaint baffled the skill of the most experienced physicians in

Venice.

In the midst of these unpleasant circumstances in which Andreas and

his friends now found themselves, an incident occurred one morning,

which raised their uneasiness to the very highest pitch. Never had

so bold and audacious an action been heard of in Venice, as that

which I am going to relate.

The four banditti, whom Flodoardo had seized, Pietrino, Struzza,

Baluzza, and Thomaso, had been safely committed to the Doge's

dungeons, where they underwent a daily examination, and looked upon

every sun that rose as the last that would ever rise for THEM.

Andreas and his confidential counsellors now flattered themselves

that the public tranquillity had nothing more to apprehend, and that

Venice was now completely purified of the miscreants, whom gold

could bribe to be the instruments of revenge and cruelty; when all

at once the following address was discovered, affixed to most of the

remarkable statues, and pasted against the corners of the principal

streets, and pillars of the public buildings:-

"VENETIANS!

"Struzza, Thomaso, Pietrino, Baluzza, and Matteo, five as brave men

as the world ever produced, who, had they stood at the head of

armies, would have been called HEROES, and now being called

BANDITTI, are fallen victims to the injustice of State policy.

These men, it is true, exist for you no longer; but their place is

supplied by him, whose name is affixed to this paper, and who will

stand by his employers with body and with soul. I laugh at the

vigilance of the Venetian police; I laugh at the crafty and insolent

Florentine, whose hand has dragged his brethren to the rack. Let

those who need me, seek me; they will find me everywhere! Let those

who seek me with the design of delivering me up to the law, despair

and tremble; they will find me nowhere, but I shall find THEM, and

that when they least expect me! Venetians, you understand me! Woe

to the man who shall attempt to discover me; his life and death

depend upon my pleasure. This comes from the Venetian Bravo,

ABELLINO."