Uttering these lofty boasts, the whole person of the speaker seemed instinct with his ambition. He strode the gloomy chamber with light and rapid steps, as if on air; his breast heaved, his eyes glowed. He felt that love itself can scarcely bestow a rapture equal to that which is felt, in his first virgin enthusiasm, by a patriot who knows himself sincere!
There was a slight knock at the door, and a servitor, in the rich liveries worn by the popes officials, (Not the present hideous habiliments, which are said to have been the invention of Michael Angelo.) presented himself.
Signor, said he, my Lord, the Bishop of Orvietto, is without.
Ha! that is fortunate. Lights there!My Lord, this is an honour which I can estimate better than express.
Tut, tut! my good friend, said the Bishop, entering, and seating himself familiarly, no ceremonies between the servants of the Church; and never, I ween well, had she greater need of true friends than now. These unholy tumults, these licentious contentions, in the very shrines and city of St. Peter, are sufficient to scandalize all Christendom.
And so will it be, said Rienzi, until his Holiness himself shall be graciously persuaded to fix his residence in the seat of his predecessors, and curb with a strong arm the excesses of the nobles.
Alas, man! said the Bishop, thou knowest that these words are but as wind; for were the Pope to fulfil thy wishes, and remove from Avignon to Rome, by the blood of St. Peter! he would not curb the nobles, but the nobles would curb him. Thou knowest well that until his blessed predecessor, of pious memory, conceived the wise design of escaping to Avignon, the Father of the Christian world was but like many other fathers in their old age, controlled and guarded by his rebellious children. Recollectest thou not how the noble Boniface himself, a man of great heart, and nerves of iron, was kept in thraldom by the ancestors of the Orsinihis entrances and exits made but at their willso that, like a caged eagle, he beat himself against his bars and died? Verily, thou talkest of the memories of Romethese are not the memories that are very attractive to popes.
Well, said Rienzi, laughing gently, and drawing his seat nearer to the Bishops, my Lord has certainly the best of the argument at present; and I must own, that strong, licentious, and unhallowed as the order of nobility was then, it is yet more so now.
Even I, rejoined Raimond, colouring as he spoke, though Vicar of the Pope, and representative of his spiritual authority, was, but three days ago, subjected to a coarse affront from that very Stephen Colonna, who has ever received such favour and tenderness from the Holy See. His servitors jostled mine in the open streets, and I myself,I, the delegate of the sire of kingswas forced to draw aside to the wall, and wait until the hoary insolent swept by. Nor were blaspheming words wanting to complete the insult. Pardon, Lord Bishop, said he, as he passed me; but this world, thou knowest, must necessarily take precedence of the other.
Dared he so high? said Rienzi, shading his face with his hand, as a very peculiar smilescarcely itself joyous, though it made others gay, and which completely changed the character of his face, naturally grave even to sternnessplayed round his lips. Then it is time for thee, holy father, as for us, to
To what? interrupted the Bishop, quickly. Can we effect aught! Dismiss thy enthusiastic dreamingsdescend to the real earthlook soberly round us. Against men so powerful, what can we do?
My Lord, answered Rienzi, gravely, it is the misfortune of signors of your rank never to know the people, or the accurate signs of the time. As those who pass over the heights of mountains see the clouds sweep below, veiling the plains and valleys from their gaze, while they, only a little above the level, survey the movements and the homes of men; even so from your lofty eminence ye behold but the indistinct and sullen vapourswhile from my humbler station I see the preparations of the shepherds, to shelter themselves and herds from the storm which those clouds betoken. Despair not, my Lord; endurance goes but to a certain limitto that limit it is already stretched; Rome waits but the occasion (it will soon come, but not suddenly) to rise simultaneously against her oppressors.
The great secret of eloquence is to be in earnestthe great secret of Rienzis eloquence was in the mightiness of his enthusiasm. He never spoke as one who doubted of success. Perhaps, like most men who undertake high and great actions, he himself was never thoroughly aware of the obstacles in his way. He saw the end, bright and clear, and overleaped, in the vision of his soul, the crosses and the length of the path; thus the deep convictions of his own mind stamped themselves irresistibly upon others. He seemed less to promise than to prophesy.
The Bishop of Orvietto, not over wise, yet a man of cool temperament and much worldly experience, was forcibly impressed by the energy of his companion; perhaps, indeed, the more so, inasmuch as his own pride and his own passions were also enlisted against the arrogance and licence of the nobles. He paused ere he replied to Rienzi.
But is it, he asked, at length, only the plebeians who will rise? Thou knowest how they are caitiff and uncertain.
My Lord, answered Rienzi, judge, by one fact, how strongly I am surrounded by friends of no common class: thou knowest how loudly I speak against the noblesI cite them by their nameI beard the Savelli, the Orsini, the Colonna, in their very hearing. Thinkest thou that they forgive me? thinkest thou that, were only the plebeians my safeguard and my favourers, they would not seize me by open force,that I had not long ere this found a gag in their dungeons, or been swallowed up in the eternal dumbness of the grave? Observe, continued he, as, reading the Vicars countenance, he perceived the impression he had madeobserve, that, throughout the whole world, a great revolution has begun. The barbaric darkness of centuries has been broken; the Knowledge which made men as demigods in the past time has been called from her urn; a Power, subtler than brute force, and mightier than armed men, is at work; we have begun once more to do homage to the Royalty of Mind. Yes, that same Power which, a few years ago, crowned Petrarch in the Capitol, when it witnessed, after the silence of twelve centuries, the glories of a Triumph,which heaped upon a man of obscure birth, and unknown in arms, the same honours given of old to emperors and the vanquishers of kings,which united in one act of homage even the rival houses of Colonna and Orsini,which made the haughtiest patricians emulous to bear the train, to touch but the purple robe, of the son of the Florentine plebeian,which still draws the eyes of Europe to the lowly cottage of Vaucluse,which gives to the humble student the all-acknowledged licence to admonish tyrants, and approach, with haughty prayers, even the Father of the Church;yes, that same Power, which, working silently throughout Italy, murmurs under the solid base of the Venetian oligarchy; (It was about eight years afterwards that the long-smothered hate of the Venetian people to that wisest and most vigilant of all oligarchies, the Sparta of Italy, broke out in the conspiracy under Marino Faliero.) which, beyond the Alps, has wakened into visible and sudden life in Spain, in Germany, in Flanders; and which, even in that barbarous Isle, conquered by the Norman sword, ruled by the bravest of living kings, (Edward III., in whose reign opinions far more popular than those of the following century began to work. The Civil Wars threw back the action into the blood. It was indeed an age throughout the world which put forth abundant blossoms, but crude and unripened fruit;a singular leap, followed by as singular a pause.) has roused a spirit Norman cannot breakkings to rule over must rule byyes, that same Power is everywhere abroad: it speaks, it conquers in the voice even of him who is before you; it unites in his cause all on whom but one glimmering of light has burst, all in whom one generous desire can be kindled! Know, Lord Vicar, that there is not a man in Rome, save our oppressors themselvesnot a man who has learned one syllable of our ancient tonguewhose heart and sword are not with me. The peaceful cultivators of lettersthe proud nobles of the second orderthe rising race, wiser than their slothful sires; above all, my Lord, the humbler ministers of religion, priests and monks, whom luxury hath not blinded, pomp hath not deafened, to the monstrous outrage to Christianity daily and nightly perpetrated in the Christian Capital; these,all these,are linked with the merchant and the artisan in one indissoluble bond, waiting but the signal to fall or to conquer, to live freemen, or to die martyrs, with Rienzi and their country!