‘To go to Bergamo? The Porta Orientale.’
‘Thank you, sir: and to the Porta Orientale?’
‘Take this street to the left; you will come out into the square of the cathedral; then . . . ‘
‘That will do, sir; I know the rest. Heaven reward you.’ And on he went by the way that had been pointed30 out to him. His director looked after him for a moment, and comparing in his mind his way of walking, with the inquiry, thought within himself — Either he is after somebody, or somebody is after him. —
Renzo reached the square of the cathedral, crossed it, passed by a heap of cinders31 and extinguished combustibles, and recognized the relics32 of the bonfire at which he had assisted the day before; he then passed along the flight of steps leading up to the cathedral, and saw again the bakehouse of the Crutches33 half demolished34, and guarded by soldiers; still he proceeded onward35, and, by the street which he had already traversed with the crowd, arrived in front of the convent of the Capuchins, where, glancing at the square and the church-door, he said to himself with a deep sigh:— That friar yesterday gave me good advice, when he bid me go wait in the church, and employ myself profitably there. —
Here he stopped a moment to reconnoitre the gate through which he had to pass; and seeing, even at that distance, many soldiers on guard, his imagination also being rather overstrained, (one must pity him; for he had had enough to unsettle it), he felt a kind of repugnance36 at encountering the passage. Here he was, with a place of refuge close at hand, where, with the letter of recommendation, he would have been well received; and he felt strongly tempted37 to enter it. But he quickly summoned up his courage, and thought:— A bird of the woods, as long as I can. Who knows me? Certainly the bailiffs cannot have divided themselves into enough pieces to come and watch for me at every gate. — He looked behind him to see if they were coming in that direction, and saw neither them, nor any one who seemed to be taking notice of him. He, therefore, set off again, slackened the pace of those unfortunate legs which, with their own good will, would have kept constantly on the run, when it was much better only to walk; and, proceeding38 leisurely39 along, whistling in an under-tone, he arrived at the gate. Just at the entrance there was a party of police-officers, together with a reinforcement of Spanish soldiers; but these all had their attention di-rected to the outside, to forbid entrance to such as, hearing the news of an insurrection, would flock thither like vultures to a deserted40 field of battle; so that Renzo, quietly walking on, with his eyes bent41 to the ground, and with a gait between that of a traveller and a common passenger, passed the threshold without any one speaking a word to him: but his heart beat violently. Seeing a little street to the right, he took that way to avoid the high road, and continued his course for some time before he ventured to look round.
On he went; he came to cottages and villages, which he passed without asking their names: he felt certain of getting away from Milan, and hoped he was going towards Bergamo, and this was enough for him at present. From time to time he kept glancing behind him, while walking onwards, occasionally looking at and rubbing one or other of his wrists, which were still a little benumbed, and marked with a red line from the pressure of the manacles. His thoughts were, as every one may imagine, a confused medley42 of repentance43, disputes, disquietude, revenge, and other more tender feelings; it was a wearying endeavour to recall what he had said and done the night before, to unravel44 the mysterious part of his mournful adventures, and, above all, how they had managed to discover his name. His suspicions naturally fell on the sword-cutler, to whom he remembered having spoken very frankly45. And retracing46 the way in which he had drawn47 him into conversation, together with his whole behaviour, and those proffers48 which always ended in wishing to know something about him, his suspicions were changed almost to certainty. He had, besides, some faint recollection of continuing to chatter49 after the departure of the cutler; but with whom? guess it, ye crickets; of what? his memory, spite of his efforts, could not tell him this: it could only remind him that he had not been at all himself that evening. The poor fellow was lost in these speculations50: he was like a man who has affixed52 his signature to a number of blank formulae, and committed them to the care of one he esteemed53 honest and honourable54, and having discovered him to be a shuffling55 meddler56, wishes to ascertain57 the state of his affairs. What can he discover? It is a chaos58. Another painful speculation51 was how to form some design for the future that would not be a merely aerial project, or at least a melancholy59 one.
By and by, however, he became still more anxious about finding his way; and after walking for some distance at a venture, he saw the necessity of making some inquiries. Yet he felt particularly reluctant to utter the word ‘Bergamo,’ as if there were something suspicious or dangerous in the name, and could not bring himself to pronounce it. He resolved, however, to ask direction, as he had before done at Milan, of the first passenger whose countenance suited his fancy, and he shortly met with one.
‘You are out of the road,’ replied his guide; and having thought a moment, he pointed out to him, partly by words and partly by gestures, the way he should take to regain60 the high road. Renzo thanked him for his directions, and pretended to follow them, by actually taking the way he had indicated, with the intention of almost reaching the public road, and then, without losing sight of it, to keep parallel with its course as far as possible, but not to set foot within it. The design was easier to conceive than to effect, and the result was, that, by going thus from right to left in a zigzag61 course, partly following the directions he obtained by the way, partly correcting them by his own judgment62, and adapting them to his intentions, and partly allowing himself to be guided by the lanes he traversed, our fugitive had walked perhaps twelve miles, when he was not more than six distant from Milan; and as to Bergamo, it was a great chance if he were not going away from it. He began at last to perceive that by this method he would never come to an end, and determined63 to find out some remedy. The plan that occurred to his mind was to get the name of some village bordering on the confines, which he could reach by the neighbouring roads: and by asking his way thither, he could collect information, without leaving behind him the name of Bergamo, which seemed to him to savour so strongly of flight, escape, and crime.
While ruminating64 on the best way of obtaining these instructions without exciting suspicion, he saw a bush hanging over the door of a solitary65 cottage just outside a little village. He had for some time felt the need of recruiting his strength, and thinking that this would be the place to serve two purposes at once, he entered. There was no one within but an old woman, with her distaff at her side, and the spindle in her hand. He asked for something to eat, and was offered a little stracchino1 and some good wine; he gladly accepted the food, but excused himself from taking any wine, feeling quite an abhorrence66 of it, after the errors it had made him guilty of the night before; and then sat down, begging the old woman to make haste. She served up his meal in a moment, and then began to tease her customer with inquiries, both about himself, and the grand doings at Milan, the report of which had already reached here. Renzo not only contrived67 to parry and elude68 her inquiries with much dexterity69, but even profited by the difficulty, and made the curiosity of the old woman subservient70 to his intentions, when she asked him where he was going to.
‘I have to go to many places,’ replied he: ‘and if I can find a moment of time, I want to pass a little while at that village, rather a large one, on the road to Bergamo, near the border, but in the territory of Milan . . . What do they call it?’— there must be one there, surely — thought he, in the mean while.
‘Gorgonzola you mean,’ replied the old woman.
‘Gorgonzola!’ repeated Renzo, as if to imprint71 the word better on his memory. ‘Is it very far from here?’ resumed he.
‘I don’t know exactly; it may be ten or twelve miles. If one of my sons were here, he could tell you.’
‘And do you think I can go by these pleasant lanes without taking the high road? There is such a dust there! such a shocking dust! It’s so long since it rained!’
‘I fancy you can: you can ask at the first village you came to, after turning to the right.’ And she named it.
‘That’s well,’ said Renzo; and rising, he took in his hand a piece of bread remaining from his scanty72 meal, of a very different quality to that which he had found the day before at the foot of the cross of San Dionigi; and paying the reckoning, he set off again, following the road to the right hand. By taking care not to wander from it more than was needful, and with the name of Gorgonzola in his mouth, he proceeded from village to village, until, about an hour before sunset, he arrived there.
During his walk, he had resolved to make another stop here, and to take some rather more substantial refreshment73. His body also craved74 a little rest; but rather than gratify this desire, Renzo would have sunk in a swoon upon the ground. He proposed gaining some information at the inn about the distance of the Adda, to ascertain dexterously75 if there was any cross-road that led to it, and to set off again, even at this hour, immediately after his repast. Born and brought up at the second source, so to say, of this river, he had often heard it said, that at a certain point, and for some considerable distance, it served as a boundary between the Milanese and Venetian states; he had no very distinct idea of where this boundary commenced, or how far it extended; but, for the present, his principal object was to get beyond it. If he did not succeed in reaching it that evening, he resolved to walk as long as the night and his strength would allow him, and afterwards to wait the approaching day in a field, or a wilderness76, or wherever God pleased, provided it were not an inn.
After walking a few paces along the street at Gorgonzola, he noticed a sign, entered the inn, and on the landlord’s advancing to meet him, ordered something to eat, and a small measure of wine; the additional miles he had passed, and the time of day, having overcome his extreme and fanatical hatred77 of this beverage78. ‘I must beg you to be quick,’ added he; ‘for I’m obliged to go on my way again very soon.’ This he said not only because it was the truth, but also for fear the host, imagining that he was going to pass the night there, should come and ask him his name and surname, and where he came from, and on what business . . . But enough!
The landlord replied that he should be waited upon immediately; and Renzo sat down at the end of the table, near the door, the usual place of the bashful.
Some loungers of the village had assembled in this room, who, after having argued over, and discussed, and commented upon, the grand news from Milan of the preceding day, were now longing79 to know a little how matters were going on; the more so, as their first information was rather fitted to irritate their curiosity than to satisfy it; a sedition80, neither subdued81 nor triumphant82; suspended, rather than terminated, by the approach of night; a defective83 thing; the con-clusion of an act, rather than of a drama. One of these detached himself from the party, and seating himself by the new comer, asked him if he came from Milan.
‘I?’ said Renzo, in a tone of surprise, to gain time for a reply.
‘You, if the question is allowable.’
Renzo, shaking his head, compressing his lips, and uttering an inarticulate sound, replied; ‘Milan, from what I hear . . . from what they say around . . . is not exactly a place to go at present, unless in case of great necessity.’
‘Does the uproar84 continue, then, to-day?’ demanded his inquisitive companion more eagerly.
‘I must have been there to know that,’ said Renzo.
‘But you — don’t you come from Milan?’
‘I come from Liscate,’ replied the youth, promptly85, who, in the mean while, had decided upon his reply. Strictly86 speaking, he had come from there, because he had passed it; and he had learnt the name from a traveller on the road, who had mentioned that village as the first he must pass on his way to Gorgonzola.
‘Oh! said his friend, in that tone which seems to say: You’d have done better if you had come from Milan; but patience. ‘And at Liscate,’ added he, ‘did you hear nothing about Milan?’
‘There may very likely have been somebody who knew something about it,’ replied the mountaineer, ‘but I heard nothing.’ And this was proffered87 in that particular manner which seems to mean: I’ve finished. The querist returned to his party, and a moment afterwards, the landlord came to set out his meal.
‘How far is it from here to the Adda?’ asked Renzo, in an undertone, with the air of one who is half asleep, and an indifferent manner, such as we have already seen him assume on some other occasions.
‘To the Adda — to cross it?’ said the host.
‘That is . . . yes . . . to the Adda.’
‘Do you want to cross by the bridge of Cassano, or the Ferry of Canonica?’
‘Oh, I don’t mind where . . . I only ask from curiosity.’
‘Well, I mention these, because they are the places gentlemen generally choose, and people who can give an account of themselves.’
‘Very well; and how far is it?’
‘You may reckon that to either one or the other, it is somewhere about six miles, more or less.’
‘Six miles! I didn’t know that,’ said Renzo. ‘Well,’ resumed he, with a still greater air of indifference88, almost amounting to affectation, ‘well, I suppose there are other places for crossing, if anybody is inclined to take a short cut?’
‘There are, certainly,’ replied the landlord, fixing his eyes upon him with a look full of malicious26 curiosity. This was enough to silence all the other inquiries which our youth had ready on his lips. He drew his plate before him, and, looking at the small measure of wine which the landlord had set down on the table, said, ‘Is the wine pure?’
‘As gold,’ said the host; ‘ask all the people of the village and neighbourhood, for they know it; and, besides, you can taste yourself.’ So saying, he turned towards his other customers.
‘Plague on these landlords!’ exclaimed Renzo in his heart; ‘the more I know of them, the worse I find them.’ However, he began to eat very heartily89, listening at the same time, without appearing to pay any attention, to see what he could learn, to discover what was the general impression here about the great event in which he had had no little share; and, above all, to ascertain if, amongst these talkers, there was one honest man, of whom a poor fellow might venture to make inquiries, without fear of getting into a scrape, and being forced to talk about his own doings.
‘But,’ said one, ‘this time, it seems clear the Milanese wanted to bring about a very good thing. Well; to-morrow, at latest, we shall know something.’
‘I’m sorry I didn’t go to Milan this morning,’ said another.
‘If you go to-morrow, I’ll go with you,’ said a third; ‘so will I,’ said another; ‘and I,’ said another.
‘What I want to know,’ resumed the first, ‘is, whether these Milanese gentlemen will think of us poor people out of the city; or if they’ll only get good laws made for themselves. Do you know how they do, eh? They are all proud citizens, every one for himself; and we strangers mightn’t be Christians91.’
‘We’ve mouths, too, either to eat, or to give our own opinions,’ said another, with a voice as modest as the proposition was daring; ‘and when things have gone a little further . . . ‘But he did not think fit to finish the sentence.
‘There’s corn hidden, not only at Milan,’ another was beginning, with a dark and designing countenance, when they heard the trampling92 of a horse approaching; they ran to the door, and having discovered who it was, they all went out to meet him. It was a Milanese merchant who generally passed the night at this inn, in journeying two or three times a year to Bergamo on business; and as he almost always found the same company there, they were all his acquaintances. They now crowded around him; one took his bridle93, another his stirrup, and saluted94 him with, ‘Welcome.’
‘I’m glad to see you.’
‘Have you had a good journey?’
‘Very good; and how are you all?’
‘Pretty well, pretty well. What news from Milan?’
‘Ah! you are always for news,’ said the merchant, dismounting and leaving his horse in the care of a boy. ‘And, besides,’ continued he, entering the door with the rest of the party, ‘by this time you know it, perhaps, better than I do.’
‘I assure you we know nothing,’ said more than one, laying his hand on his heart.
‘Is it possible?’ said the merchant. ‘Then you shall hear some fine . . . or rather, some bad news. Hey, landlord, is my usual bed at liberty? Very well; a glass of wine, and my usual meal; be quick, for I must go to bed early, and set off to-morrow morning very early, so as to get to Bergamo by dinner-time. And you,’ continued he, sitting down at the opposite end of the table to where Renzo was seated, silently but attentively95 listening, ‘you don’t know about all the diabolical96 doings of yesterday?’
‘Yes, we heard something about yesterday.’
‘You see now!’ rejoined the merchant; ‘you know the news. I thought, when you are stationed here all day, to watch and sound everybody that comes by . . . ’
‘But to-day: how have matters gone to-day?’
‘Ah, to-day. Do you know nothing about to-day?’
‘Nothing whatever; nobody has come by.’
‘Then let me wet my lips; and afterwards I’ll tell you about everything. You shall hear.’ Having filled his glass, he took it in his right hand, and, lifting up his mustachios with the first two fingers of his left, and then settling his beard with the palm, he drank it off, and continued:—‘There was little wanting, my worthy97 friends, to make to-day as rough a day as yesterday, or worse. I can scarcely believe it true that I am here to tell you about it; for I had once put aside every thought of my journey, to stay and take care of my unfortunate shop.’
‘What was the matter, then?’ said one of his auditors98.
‘What was the matter? you shall hear.’ And, carving99 the meat that was set before him, he began to eat, at the same time continuing his narration100. The crowd, standing at both sides of the table, listened to him with open mouths; and Renzo, apparently101 giving no heed102 to what he said, listened, perhaps, more eagerly than any of the others, as he slowly finished the last few mouthfuls.
‘This morning, then, those rascals103 who made such a horrible uproar yesterday, repaired to the appointed places of meeting (there was already an understanding between them, and everything was arranged); they united together, and began again the old story of going from street to street, shouting to collect a crowd. You know it is like when one sweeps a house — with respect be it spoken — the heap of dust increases as one goes along. When they thought they had assembled enough people, they set off towards the house of the superintendent105 of provisions; as if the treatment they gave him yesterday was not enough, to a gentleman of his character — the villains107! And the lies they told about him! All inventions: he is a worthy, exact gentleman; and I may say so, for I am very intimate with him, and serve him with cloth for his servants’ livery. They proceeded then towards this house; you ought to see what a rabble108, and what faces: just fancy their having passed my shop, with faces that . . . the Jews of the Via Crucis are nothing to them. And such things as they uttered! enough to make one stop one’s ears, if it had not been that it might have turned to account in discovering one. They went forward then with the kind intention of plundering109 the house, but . . . ‘Here he raised his left hand and extended it in the air, placing the end of his thumb on the point of his nose.
‘But?’ said almost all his auditors.
‘But,’ continued the merchant, ‘they found the street blockaded with planks111 and carts, and behind this barricado, a good file of soldiers, with their guns levelled, and the butt-ends resting on their shoulders. When they saw this preparation . . . What would you have done?’
‘Turned back.’
‘To be sure; and so did they. But just listen if it wasn’t the devil that inspired them. They reached the Cordusio, and there saw the bake-house which they wanted to plunder110 the day before: here they were busy in distributing bread to their customers; there were noblemen there, ay, the very flower of the nobility, to watch that everything went on in good order; but the mob (they had the devil within them, I tell you, and besides, there were some whispering in their ears, and urging them on), the mob rushed in furiously; “seize away, and I will seize too:” in the twinkling of an eye, noblemen, bakers112, customers, loaves, benches, counters, troughs, chests, bags, sieves113, bran, flour, dough114, all were turned upside down.’
‘And the soldiers?’
‘The soldiers had the vicar’s house to defend; one cannot sing and carry the cross at the same time. It was all done in the twinkling of an eye, I tell you: off and away; everything that could be put to any use was carried off. And then they proposed again the beautiful scene of yesterday — dragging the rest to the square, and making a bonfire. They had already begun — the villains! — to carry some things out of the house, when one greater villain106 than the rest — what do you think was the proposal he made?’
‘What?’
‘What! to make a pile of everything in the shop, and to set fire to the heap and the house together. No sooner said than done . . . ’
‘Did they set fire to it?’
‘Wait. A worthy man of the neighbourhood had an inspiration from Heaven. He ran up-stairs, sought for a crucifix, found one, and hung it in front of one of the windows; then he took two candles which had been blessed, lit them, and set them outside, on the window-sill, one on each side of the crucifix. The mob looked up. It must be owned, there is still some fear of God in Milan; everybody came to their senses. At least, I mean most of them; there were some, certainly, devils enough to have set fire to Paradise, for the sake of plunder; but, finding that the crowd was not of their opinion, they were obliged to abandon their design, and keep quiet. Just fancy now who arrived — all their Graces of the Cathedral, in procession, with the cross elevated, and in their canonical115 robes; and my lord the Arch-presbyter began preaching on one side, and my lord the Penitentiary116 on the other, and others again, scattered117 here and there: “But, good people; what would you do? is this the example you set your children? go home, go home; you shall have bread at a low price; if you’ll only look you’ll see that the rate is pasted up at every corner.”’
‘Was it so?’
‘What? was it so? Do you think that their Graces of the Cathedral would come, in their magnificent robes, to tell them falsehoods?’
‘And what did the people do?’
‘They dispersed118 by degrees; some ran to the corners of the streets, and for those who could read, there was the fixed rate, sure enough. What do you think of it? eight ounces of bread for a penny.’
‘What good luck!’
‘The proof of the pudding is in the eating. How much flour do you think they have wasted yesterday and this morning? Enough to support the Duchy for two months.’
‘Then they’ve made no good laws for us in the country?’
‘What has been done at Milan is entirely119 at the expense of the city. I don’t know what to say to you: it must be as God wills. Fortunately, the sedition is finished, for I haven’t told you all yet; here comes the best part.’
‘What is there besides?’
‘Only, that, last evening, or this morning, I’m not sure which, many of the leaders have been seized, and four of them, it is known, are to be hung directly. No sooner did this get abroad, than everybody went home the shortest way, not to run the risk of becoming number five. When I left Milan, it looked like a convent of friars.’
‘But will they really hang them?’
‘Undoubtedly, and quickly, too,’ replied the merchant.
‘And what will the people do?’ asked the same interrogator21 as had put the other question.
‘The people will go to see them,’ said the merchant. ‘They had such a desire to see a Christian90 hanging in the open air, that they wanted — the vagabonds! — to despatch120 the superintendent of provisions in that way. By this exchange they will have four wretches121, attended with every formality, accompanied by Capuchins, and by friars of the buona morte:2 but they deserve it. It is an interference of Providence122, you see; and it’s a necessary thing. They were already beginning to divert themselves by entering the shops, and helping123 themselves without paying; if they’d let them go on so, after bread, wine would have had its turn, and so on from thing to thing . . . . You may imagine whether they would abandon so convenient a practice, of their own free will. And I can tell you, that was no very pleasant thought for an honest man keeping a shop.’
‘Certainly not,’ said one of his hearers. ‘Certainly not,’ replied the rest, in chorus.
‘And,’ continued the merchant, wiping his beard with the tablecloth124, ‘it had all been projected for some time: there was a league, you know.’
‘A league, was there?’
‘Yes, there was a league. All cabals125 formed by the Navarrines, by that French cardinal126 there, you know, with a half-Turkish name, who every day contrives127 something fresh to annoy the court of Spain. But, above all, he aims at playing some trick in Milan; for he knows well enough — the knave128 — that the strength of the king lies there.’
‘Ay.’
‘Shall I give you a proof of it? Those who’ve made the greatest noise were strangers; there were faces going about which had never before been seen in Milan. By the by, I forgot to tell you one thing which was told me for certain. The police had caught one of these fellows in an inn . . . ‘ Renzo, who had not lost a single syllable129 of this conversation, was taken with a cold shudder130 on hearing this chord touched, and almost slipped under the table before he thought of trying to contain himself. No one, however, perceived it; and the speaker, without interrupting his relation for a moment, had continued: ‘They don’t exactly know where he came from, who sent him, nor what kind of man he was, but he was certainly one of the leaders. Yesterday, in the midst of the uproar, he played the very devil; and then, not content with that, he must begin to harangue131 the people, and propose — a mere trifle! — to murder all the nobility! The great rascal104! Who would support the poor if all the nobles were killed? The police, who had been watching him, laid hands upon him; they found on his person a great bundle of letters, and were leading him away to prison, but his companions, who were keeping guard round the inn, came in great numbers, and delivered him — the villain!’
‘And what became of him?’
‘It isn’t known; he may be fled, or he may be concealed132 in Milan: they are people who have neither house nor home, and yet find lodging133 and a place of refuge everywhere; however, though the devil can and will help them, yet they may fall into the hands of justice when they least expect it; for when the pear is ripe it must fall. For the present, it is well known that the letters are in possession of government, and that the whole conspiracy134 is therein described; and they say that many people are implicated135 in it. This much is certain, that they have turned Milan upside down, and would have done much worse. It is said that the bakers are rogues136: I know they are; but they ought to be hung in the course of justice. They say there is corn hidden; who doesn’t know that? But it is the business of the government to keep a good look-out to bring it to light, and to hang the monopolists in company with the bakers. And if government does nothing, the city ought to remonstrate137; and if they don’t listen the first time, remonstrate again; for by dint138 or appeals they will get what they want; but not adopt the villainous practice of furiously entering shops and warehouses139 to get booty.’
Renzo’s small meal had turned into poison. It seemed like an age before he could get out of, and away from, the inn and the village; and a dozen times, at least, he had said to himself: ‘Now I may surely go.’ But the fear of exciting suspicion, now increased beyond measure, and prevailing140 over every other thought, had kept him still nailed to his seat. In this perplexity, he thought the chatterer must at last stop talking about him, and determined in his own mind to make his escape as soon as another subject was started.
“For this reason,’ said one of the party, ‘knowing how these things go, and that honest men fare but badly in such disturbances141, I wouldn’t let my curiosity conquer, and have, therefore, remained quietly at home.’
‘Neither would I move, for the same reason,’ said another.
‘I,’ added a third, ‘if I had happened by chance to be at Milan, I would have left any business whatever unfinished, and have returned home as quickly as possible. I have a wife and children; and, besides, to tell the truth, I don’t like such stirs.’
At this moment the landlord, who had been eagerly listening with the rest, advanced towards the other end of the table to see what the stranger was doing. Renzo seized the opportunity, and beckoning142 to the host, asked for his account, settled it without dispute, though his purse was by this time very low; and without further delay, went directly to the door, passed the threshold, and taking care not to turn along the same road as that by which he had arrived, set off in the opposite direction, trusting to the guidance of Providence.
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| n.骚乱( disturbance的名词复数 )；打扰；困扰；障碍 | |
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| adj.引诱人的，令人心动的v.（用头或手的动作）示意，召唤( beckon的现在分词 ) | |
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