The balm of a friendly and grateful
heart would promote the cure. I have urged it before. Consider of it.
My Grandison, my dear Grandison, my friend, my preserver! You are not
going!--
I am, my Jeronymo, and embraced him. Love me in absence, as I shall you.
Chevalier, said the bishop, you don't go? We hope for your company at a
small collation.--We must not part with you yet.
I cannot, my lord, accept the favour. Although I had given myself up to
despair of obtaining the happiness to which I once aspired; yet I was not
willing to quit a city that this family had made dear to me, with the
precipitation of a man conscious of misbehaviour. I thank you for the
permission I had to attend you all in full assembly. May God prosper
you, my lord; and may you be invested with the first honours of that
church which must be adorned by so worthy a heart! It will be my glory,
when I am in my native place, or wherever I am, to remember that I was
once thought not unworthy of a rank in a family so respectable. Let me,
my lord, be entitled to your kind remembrance.
He pulled out his handkerchief. My lord, said he, to his father; my
Lord, to the general; Grandison must not go!--and sat down with emotion.
Lady Sforza wept: Laurana seemed moved: the two young lords, Sebastiano
and Juliano, were greatly affected.
I then addressed myself to the marquis, who sat undetermined, as to
speech: My venerable lord, forgive me, that my address was not first paid
here.
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