That was the second year of poor harvests. In the antecedent, the provision of years ago they had been compensated, to a certain point, the defect and the people had come, not hungry or sated, but certainly not helpless, the harvest of 1628, where we are with our history. Now, this could be made even more miserable as you want the previous one, partly because most opposition of the seasons (and not only in Milan, but in a good stretch of the surrounding country), partly because of men. The failure and waste of war, that lovely war we have mentioned above, was such that, in the state closest to it, many more than ordinary farms remained uncultivated and abandoned by 'farmers, who , instead of working with procure bread for himself and others, were obliged to go and beg for charity. I said more than ordinary, because the unbearable burdens, imposed by a greed and nonsense of the endless, habitual conduct, even in full peace, it housed the troops 'countries, conduct that the pain of those documents' time equals to that of an invading enemy , other causes that is not the place to Mantua, were working slowly for some time that all the dire effect in Milan: the special circumstances of which we speak, they were like a sudden exacerbation of a chronic sore. And that was not over any collection of storage, the provision for the army, and spoil that always accompanies them, they made us in such a vote, that the shortage is quickly made to feel, and with the shortage that its painful but inevitable salutary effect on inflation.
But when it comes to a certain point, is always born (or at least it always started so far, and if even after so many writings of valentuomini, think in that time!), Was an opinion it 'a lot, who is not the cause scarcity. They forget to have her feared, said, it is assumed that all of a sudden there is enough grain, and that evil comes from not sell enough to eat: assumptions that are neither in heaven nor on earth, but that flatter at once the anger and hope. Monopolists of wheat, real or imagined, the owners of land, which is not sold it all in one day, the bakers who bought it, everyone in the sum or that they had little or much, or who have had the name, these are blamed for shortages and price increases, these were the target of universal lament, the abomination of evil, well dressed crowd. It was said for sure where were the warehouses, barns, full, overflowing, appuntellati; is pointed out the number of 'bags, disproportionate, we spoke with certainty of the immense quantity of grain that was shipped secretly to other countries, it' they will probably shouted, with as much security and with the same thrill that there were grains of Milan. S'imploravan from 'que magistrates' measures, which they seem always to the multitude, or at least they always seemed so far, so righteous, so simple, so steps to jump out of the grain, hidden, walled, buried, as they said, and to return the wealth. The judges did something: how to determine the maximum price of some commodities, of intimate pain to those who should refuse to sell, and other edicts of the genre. But since all the measures of this world, no matter how robust, did not fall under the need of food, no food to come out of season, and as these in specie they had certainly not one to attract where there could soprabbondanti be, so bad it lasted and grew. Now the company attributed this effect to the scarcity and weakness of 'remedies, and urged with loud cries of' most generous and decisive. And for his misfortune, he found the man after his own heart.
In the absence of Governor Don Gonzalo Fernandez de Cordoba, who commanded the siege of Casale Monferrato, Milano was in his stead in the High Chancellor Antonio Ferrer, also English. He saw, and who would not have seen? that being the bread at a fair price, is itself a very desirable thing, and he thought, and here was the mistake, that his order could be enough to produce it. He stared at the goal (so called here the tariff on edible), fixed the goal of bread at a price that would have been right, if the corn was commonly sold thirty-three pounds a bushel: and sold up to eighty. He was like a young woman, who thought of ringiovinire, altering his faith in baptism.
Orders less foolish and wicked they were not, more than once, for the resistance of the things themselves, remained unexecuted, but watched the execution of this multitude, who, seeing finally became law on his desire, that would not have suffered was in jest. Immediately saw the ovens, to beg for bread at the taxed price, and asked him to do that with determination and menace, which give the passion, strength, and law assembled. If the baker of screaming, do not ask. Soak, wiggle, bake and churn endlessly, because the people, a confused feeling that something was violent, besieging the continuous furnaces, in order to enjoy the abundance as long as it lasted; affacchinarsi, I say, and more rowdy than usual, for iscapitarci, everyone sees what a pleasure it should be. But, first magistrates intimavan penis, on the other people who wanted to be served, and point to point that some bakers pause, pressed and muttered, with his deep voice, and threatened one of his justices, who are worse than you do in this world, there was no redemption, brings back was necessary, bake, bake and sell. However, to make them continue in that enterprise was not enough that it was commanded them, nor that they had a lot of fear needed to power: and a bit 'more than it had lasted, they could no longer. Did they see the unfairness in judiciary and the unbearable load imposed on them, protesting to throw the shovel in the oven, and leave, and while pulling forward as they could, hoping, hoping, at one time or another, the Chancellor would have understood the reason. But Antonio Ferrer, who had what would now be called a man of character, he replied that the bakers had an advantage and then very much in the past, and then very very advantaged with the return of abundance, that we would see , one would perhaps give them some compensation, and that meanwhile tirassero still going. Or was he really convinced of these reasons annexed to the other, or even the impossibility of knowing the effects mantener that his edict would leave to others the odium to revoke, as, who can now enter the brain of Antonio Ferrer? the fact remains that stood up for what he had established. Eventually the settlers (a municipal magistrate composed of nobles, which lasted until the last century ninety-six) informaron letter to the governor, the state in which they were the things he found some expedient that would make her go.
Don Gonzalo, flooded fed up in the affairs of the war, he certainly imagine what the reader: he appointed a junta, which gave the authority to set a price that the bread could run, something that we can field as one side than the other. Members came together, or as was said here spagnoleschi segretariesco jargon of the time, they join, and after a thousand bows, congratulations, preambles, sighs, suspensions, propositions in the air, prevarication, all dragged to a decision from a need felt by all, knowing that they played a great paper, but believe that there was nothing to do nothing, they concluded to lay it on thick bread. Bakers breathed, but the people mad.
The night before this day when we arrived in Milan, Renzo, swarmed the streets and squares of men, which carried by a common anger, dominated by a common language, acquaintances or strangers, gathered in a group, without having the data ' understood almost without realizing it, like drops Scattered on the same slope. Every speech increased the conviction and passion of the audience, as the one who had spoken. Among many fans, There were also some of the most cold-blooded, who were watching with great pleasure that s'andava muddy water, muddy and strove for more, with this' reasoning, and those stories know that the smart dialing, and believe they know the minds altered, and had to not let it lay, that water, without being a little 'fishing. Thousands of men went to bed with the permanent feeling that something needed to be done, that something would do. Next day, the streets were again spread of Crocco: children, women, men, old, workers, the poor, gathered at random: here was a confused murmur of many voices, and there an preach, and others applauded, and this was as close to the same question which had then been made to him, he repeated that other 's exclamation that he had heard resound in their ears, for all complaints, threats, wonders: a small number of words was the material of many words.
not missed more than one occasion, a push, any goodwill, in order to reduce the words to facts, and not long. Came, at daybreak, the shops of bakers' that the boys with a basket full of bread, going to carry the usual case. The first appearance of one of those 'unlucky guys where there was a huddle of people, was like the fall of a pop up on a powder keg. - If there is bread! - A hundred voices cried together. - Yes, the tyrants, who note in abundance, and They want us to die of hunger, - says one, approaches the boy, hurling hand edge of the basket, gives a Stratta, and says - let see -. The boy turns red, pale and trembling, would say: let me go, but the words died in his mouth, his arms loose, and try to free them quickly from the swans. - Down the basket - while she screams. Many hands to grasp at once: it is in the earth is thrown in the air the cloth that covers it: a tepid fragrance spreads around. - We are Christians ourselves, we must we eat bread, - says the first, takes a round pan, the rises, causing the crowd to see the bite: hands to the basket, bread in the air, in less time than it is said, was cleared. Those who did not touch anything, angry at the sight of another's gain, and animated by the ease of the company, moved in droves in search of other baskets: everyone you meet so many burglarized. And there was no need to give the assault to the holders: those who, by their misfortune, they were around, given the bad block, voluntarily put down the load, and off his legs. Even so, those who remained on dry teeth, were incomparably the most, even the conquerors were not satisfied with such small prey, and, then mixed with one another and with others, here were people who had done design on a more co disorder 'bows. - Baked! Baked! - They cry.
the street called the Corso de 'Servi, was there, and there is still an oven, which keeps the same name, that name in Tuscany is to say, the oven of crutches, and Milan is composed of words so heterogeneous, so shrewish, so savage, that the alphabet of the language has no signs to indicate the sound (El scansc to pay.). In that part of the people rushed. Those of the workshop were questioning the boy back exhaust, who stunned all and abbaruffato, reported stuttering his sad adventure when you hear a trampling and cries together, grows and approaches, the harbingers of the gang appear.
Serra, Serra, soon, soon, one runs to seek help from the sheriff, the other closed the shop quickly, and appuntellano down. People start to crowd out, and shouting: - bread! bread! open! open!
Moments later, the sheriff arrives with an escort of Guards. - Make way, children at home, at home, you place the sheriff - he cries and halberds. The people, who had not yet too thick, it's a bit 'of the place; So that they could get those, and post, with, if not in order, before the door of the shop.
- But children, - preaching from there the captain - you do here? At home, at home. Where is the fear of God? What will my lord the king? We do not want to hurt you, but you go home. As good! What the heck you want to be here so much? Nothing good will for the soul or the body. At home, at home.
But those who used to see the face of the speaker, and sentivan his words, even if they wanted to obey, say a little in that way they could, they were pushed and harassed by those behind, driven also by other like waves on waves, gradually until the end of the crowd, which was always growing. The captain, beginning to breath easily. - Make them give back that I can catch his breath, - said the halberdiers: - but do not hurt anyone. Let go of the shop: beaten, let them stand back.
- Back! back! - Yell halberds, throwing together on the former, and rejects the auction dell'alabarde. Those screaming, pull back, how can they, they give them with their backs 'breast, co' elbows in the belly, co 'heels on the tips of' those who are standing behind them, you make a pressed, a crowd, those who who were in the middle, would pay anything to be elsewhere. Meanwhile, a bit 'voting has been done against the doors, knocking the captain, revenge, shouting that the open: those inside can see through the windows, go down to race start, the captain entered, called the halberds, which is also sticking in one after another, the last restrain the crowd with a halberd. When all are entered, you put so much of the bolt, you riappuntella; Captain salt on the run, and looks out a window. Uh, that formicolaio!
- Children, - cries out, many will turn up - the children, go home. General pardon to those who return home immediately.
- Bread! bread! open! open! - The words were more distinct in the url so horrible, that sent the crowd back.
- Findings, children! mind you! you're still in time. Away, go, go home. Bread, you'll have, but this is not so. Eh ... eh! you do down there! Eh! at the door! Oibò oibò! I see, I see: Feedback! mind you! is a big crime. Just now I come. Eh! eh! stop with this' iron; down those hands. Shame! You other Milanese, which, for the goodness, you are appointed throughout the world! Listen, listen: you have always been good fi ... Ah, rogue!
This rapid change of style was caused by a stone that came from the hands of one of those 'good sons, came to batting in front of the captain, left the prominence of metaphysical depth. - Rogue! rogue! - Kept screaming, closing the window hurry, and retreating. But although he had shouted that had none in the chamber, his words, good and bad, and defeats s'eran all vanished in the air, Came in a storm of cries from below. Then to see what he was saying, was a great deal of stone, iron (the first that people were able to procure the street), which was at the door to break through, and windows, to pluck up the railings: and already The work was well advanced.
Meanwhile, employers and apprentices from the workshop, which were the windows of 'upper floors, with an ammunition of stones (likely to have pulled up the paving a courtyard), and did they shouted versacci to those down because they stopped, did they see the stones, hinting to want to throw. Given that it was time lost, they began to really throw them. Not even he fell into a foul, because the crowd was such that a grain of a mile, as they say, would not go into the ground.
- Ah, wretches! ah Villainy! This is the bread that you give to the poor people? Ouch! Alas! Ouch! Now, now! - S'urlava of down. More tanned one was hurt, there were two boys dead. The furor increased the forces of the multitude: the door was breached, the railings, svelte, and entered the stream to all the gates. Those inside, seeing the bad block, ran in the attic: the master, halberds, and some of the house stood there, huddled there 'nooks, others, out for dormers, went on pe' roofs, like a cat.
The sight made him forget his prize to the winners of the drawings of bloody revenge. Soaring the caissons, the bread is made steals. Someone runs in place on the bench, throwing down the lock, grab the bowl, takes a handful, pockets, and comes loaded with money, to return later to steal bread if they remain. The crowd scatters its' stores. Metton to hand bags, shuffling them, upset them: who gives a game between the legs, melt his mouth, and reduce it to a load that they can bring, you throw away a part of the meal: who, shouting: - wait, wait, - he stoops to ward off the apron, a scarf, hat, to receive that grace of God, one runs a cupboard, and takes a piece of dough, which stretches out, and escapes from all over, another , who won a burattello, the door Air: Who goes, who comes men, women, children, pushing, rispinte, shouts, and a white cloud of dust that settles everything, for everything goes up, and all sail and clouds. Outside, a crowd composed of two opposing processions, which are broken and entangled in each other, who comes up with the prey, and those who want to join it. While that
oven was turned upside down so no other city was quiet and without danger. But no one noticed the number of people that will take all the power in some, the owners they had picked assistants, and stood on the defensive and elsewhere, in just a few, came to terms in a certain way: distribuivan bread to those that they had began to crowd in front of the shops, by this that he went. And they went away, not because they were satisfied, but because of Guards and the posse, staying away from that terrible furnace of crutches, but you did they see elsewhere, in sufficient strength to hold in the respect that they were not a sad crowd. So the fuss was always unfortunate growing at that first oven, because everyone's hands to some pizzicavan bell'impresa, ran along there, where friends were the strongest, sure and impunity.
At this point things were, when Renzo, having already nibbled his bread, was along for the village of the eastern gate, and walked, without knowing it, right in the central place of turmoil. Was now quick, now delayed by the crowd and going, and was looking in ears, to get confused by the buzz of talk some more positive news of the state of things. And here's one of the words with which he could detect in all the way he did.
- Now is discovered, - shouted one, - infamous imposture of these 'rascals, who said that there was no bread, no flour or grain. Now you see it clear and obvious, and can not do more than give to understand. Viva abundance!
- I tell you that all this is useless, - said another: - is a hole in the water will be even worse if you do not make a good justice. The bread will be cheap, but there put the poison to the poor people die like flies. They say we are already too many, they said come in, and I know for certain, I heard him say, with this ear, from my godmother, who is a friend of a relative of one of a kitchen boy of these 'gentlemen. Words not to be repeated
said, foaming at the mouth, another with a hand holding a sheet of tissue on 'hair matted and bloody. And some close, as to console, the echoed.
- Make way, gentlemen, in courtesy, allow to pass a poor father, who brings food to five sons -. So said a man who was staggering under a big sack of flour, and each strove to withdraw, to let him off.
- I? - Said another, almost in a whisper to his companion: - I beat me. I am a man of the world, and I know how these things go. These martlets that are now so much noise, tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, will stay in the house, all filled with fear. I've seen some faces, some gentlemen who revolve, making the Indian, and notice who is and who is not here then when everything is finished, collect the bills, and those who knock, knock.
- What protects the bakers, - shouted a loud voice, which caught the attention of Renzo, - is the vicar of provisions.
- They are all villains, - said a neighbor.
- Yes, but he is the head, - replied the first.
The vicar of provisions, ogn'anno elected governor six noble proposed by the Council of 'settlers, was the president of this, and the provision of court, who, of twelve, these noble, had, with other powers, mainly the dell'Annona . Those who occupied such a place must necessarily, in times of hunger and ignorance, be said the author of 'evils: unless he did what he did Ferrer, which was not in his power, even if he was in his ideas.
- wicked! - Exclaimed another, - you can do worse? came to say that the Chancellor is an old fool, for levargli credit, and command them alone. We should make a big coop, and put them in, to live of vetch and rye, as they wanted to treat us.
- Bread, eh? - Said that was trying to go in a hurry - to pound stones: the stones of this kind, which Came down like hail. And that crushed ribs! I can not wait to be at my house.
These speeches, from which I could not say whether it was more informed, or stunned, and between Urton, Renzo finally arrived in front of that oven. People were already very sparse, so that he could contemplate the recent ugly mess. The dilapidated walls and bruised by stones, bricks, windows, dilapidated, ruined the door.
"This then is not a good thing," said Renzo himself, "so if concian all furnaces, where They want make bread? Ne 'wells? "
Every so often, someone left the shop carrying a piece of casing, or trough, or frullone, the beam of a kneading machine, a bench, a basket, a book of accounts, something in short that poor oven and shouting: - broad, wide - passed between people. All of these they walked on the same side, and an agreed place, you could see. "What is this other story?" he thought again Renzo , and went after one that had a beam axle and broken chips, put it on his shoulder, going, like the others, the road that runs along the northern flank of the dome, and takes its name from the steps that c 'were just in here and there are more. The desire to obey events could not make that mountain, when it was discovered in front of the large amount, do not go looking up, mouth open. He studied up to reach the man who had taken as guide, turned his hand, gave a look to the facade of the cathedral, then largely rural and far from completion, and always behind him, who went to the half of the square. People were thicker than most s'andava forward, but the carrier is making his way: he cut through the waves of people, and Renzo, standing still attached, arrived with him in the middle of the crowd. There was a space vote, in the middle, a pile of coals, these relics of the tools above. Around was a clapping of hands and feet, the rig of a thousand screams of triumph and of curse.
The man threw the bundle on that pile, and another, with the stub of a blade half abbruciacchiato, sbracia fire: the smoke thickens and grows, the flame rekindles, and with it the cries Sorgon stronger. - Viva abundance! Moiano's hungry! Moia famine! Cracks the allowance! Junta cracks! Viva bread!
Really, the destruction of 'Frullone and cupboards, the devastazion de' ovens, and the confusion of 'bakers are not the most prominent means to live the bread, but this is one of those metaphysical subtleties, which is not a crowd comes to us. However, without being a great metaphysician, a man sometimes we get to the first, till I again in question, and only by dint of talking about it, and hear, become unable to even understand them. Renzo in fact the thought had come, as we have seen, at first, and returned every time. He kept to himself in another, because, so many faces, there was one that seemed to say, brother, if you do, correct me, that I loved. Already
was back over the flame could not be seen, however, be no one other matter, and people began to get bored, and when word got around that, to Cordusio (a square or a crossroads not far from there), s 'was put siege to an oven. Often in such circumstances, the announcement one thing causes it to be. Along with that voice, like a spread in the multitude of running there: - I go, you, are you going? come, come on - he felt for all: the crowd breaks and becomes a procession. Renzo stayed behind, not moving along almost as if it was dragged from the river, and while the board was holding in his heart, should leave the din, and return to the convent in search of his father Bonaventura, or go see this one. Curiosity prevailed again. But determined to not plunging into the thick of the fray, to get the bone bruise, or something worse, ventured, but to keep some distance, watching. It is already a little off, he rose to the second pocket bread and attach a bite, walked to the tail of the army tumultuous.
This, from the square, had already entered the short and narrow street of old fish market, and that, for the arch to the side, in the Piazza de 'Mercanti. And there were very few who, in passing in front of the niche that cuts through the loggia of the edifice then called the College de 'doctors, do not gave a sneak peek at the great statue that stood out at that serious face, gruff, accipigliato and do not say enough, Don Philip II, that, from the marble, it imposed a something of respect, and, with that arm's length, seemed to be there to say: Now I'm from, rabble.
That statue is no more, for a singular case. About one hundred seventy years after what we're telling, one day was changed to the head, hands the scepter was removed, and replaced it with a dagger, and the statue was named Marcus Brutus. So maybe accommodated stood a pair of years, but one morning, some people that they had no sympathy with Marcus Brutus, indeed must have had with him a secret rust, threw a rope around the statue, tiraron down, made her one hundred harassment, and , mutilated and reduced to a shapeless torso, the trail, with his eyes out, and their tongues out in the streets, and, when they were weary well, tumbled somewhere. Who had told Andrea Biffi, when the carving!
From the Piazza de 'Mercanti, the scum bagged for quell'altr'arco in Via de 'fustagnai, and there are scattered in Cordusio. Everyone, the first markets, looked straight over to the oven which had been indicated. But instead of the multitude of friends who had expected to find there already at work, they saw only a few sit, as a result, at some distance from the workshop, which was closed, and windows armed men, about to be ready to defend themselves. At this sight, who wondered who the churchyard, who smiled, who turned to inform those who arrivavan gradually, those who stop, who wanted to go back, who said - come on, come -. There was an urge and restrain, as a clot, a wavering, a buzz confusing contrasts and consultation. In this, the crowd burst into a bloody voice - is here near the house of the vicar of provisions: we're going to do justice, and to give the sack -. He seemed to recollect the common got a gig, rather than the acceptance of a proposal. - From the vicar! by the vicar! - Is the only cry that you can hear. The crowd will move all together towards the road where he was named the house in such a bad point.
But when it comes to a certain point, is always born (or at least it always started so far, and if even after so many writings of valentuomini, think in that time!), Was an opinion it 'a lot, who is not the cause scarcity. They forget to have her feared, said, it is assumed that all of a sudden there is enough grain, and that evil comes from not sell enough to eat: assumptions that are neither in heaven nor on earth, but that flatter at once the anger and hope. Monopolists of wheat, real or imagined, the owners of land, which is not sold it all in one day, the bakers who bought it, everyone in the sum or that they had little or much, or who have had the name, these are blamed for shortages and price increases, these were the target of universal lament, the abomination of evil, well dressed crowd. It was said for sure where were the warehouses, barns, full, overflowing, appuntellati; is pointed out the number of 'bags, disproportionate, we spoke with certainty of the immense quantity of grain that was shipped secretly to other countries, it' they will probably shouted, with as much security and with the same thrill that there were grains of Milan. S'imploravan from 'que magistrates' measures, which they seem always to the multitude, or at least they always seemed so far, so righteous, so simple, so steps to jump out of the grain, hidden, walled, buried, as they said, and to return the wealth. The judges did something: how to determine the maximum price of some commodities, of intimate pain to those who should refuse to sell, and other edicts of the genre. But since all the measures of this world, no matter how robust, did not fall under the need of food, no food to come out of season, and as these in specie they had certainly not one to attract where there could soprabbondanti be, so bad it lasted and grew. Now the company attributed this effect to the scarcity and weakness of 'remedies, and urged with loud cries of' most generous and decisive. And for his misfortune, he found the man after his own heart.
In the absence of Governor Don Gonzalo Fernandez de Cordoba, who commanded the siege of Casale Monferrato, Milano was in his stead in the High Chancellor Antonio Ferrer, also English. He saw, and who would not have seen? that being the bread at a fair price, is itself a very desirable thing, and he thought, and here was the mistake, that his order could be enough to produce it. He stared at the goal (so called here the tariff on edible), fixed the goal of bread at a price that would have been right, if the corn was commonly sold thirty-three pounds a bushel: and sold up to eighty. He was like a young woman, who thought of ringiovinire, altering his faith in baptism.
Orders less foolish and wicked they were not, more than once, for the resistance of the things themselves, remained unexecuted, but watched the execution of this multitude, who, seeing finally became law on his desire, that would not have suffered was in jest. Immediately saw the ovens, to beg for bread at the taxed price, and asked him to do that with determination and menace, which give the passion, strength, and law assembled. If the baker of screaming, do not ask. Soak, wiggle, bake and churn endlessly, because the people, a confused feeling that something was violent, besieging the continuous furnaces, in order to enjoy the abundance as long as it lasted; affacchinarsi, I say, and more rowdy than usual, for iscapitarci, everyone sees what a pleasure it should be. But, first magistrates intimavan penis, on the other people who wanted to be served, and point to point that some bakers pause, pressed and muttered, with his deep voice, and threatened one of his justices, who are worse than you do in this world, there was no redemption, brings back was necessary, bake, bake and sell. However, to make them continue in that enterprise was not enough that it was commanded them, nor that they had a lot of fear needed to power: and a bit 'more than it had lasted, they could no longer. Did they see the unfairness in judiciary and the unbearable load imposed on them, protesting to throw the shovel in the oven, and leave, and while pulling forward as they could, hoping, hoping, at one time or another, the Chancellor would have understood the reason. But Antonio Ferrer, who had what would now be called a man of character, he replied that the bakers had an advantage and then very much in the past, and then very very advantaged with the return of abundance, that we would see , one would perhaps give them some compensation, and that meanwhile tirassero still going. Or was he really convinced of these reasons annexed to the other, or even the impossibility of knowing the effects mantener that his edict would leave to others the odium to revoke, as, who can now enter the brain of Antonio Ferrer? the fact remains that stood up for what he had established. Eventually the settlers (a municipal magistrate composed of nobles, which lasted until the last century ninety-six) informaron letter to the governor, the state in which they were the things he found some expedient that would make her go.
Don Gonzalo, flooded fed up in the affairs of the war, he certainly imagine what the reader: he appointed a junta, which gave the authority to set a price that the bread could run, something that we can field as one side than the other. Members came together, or as was said here spagnoleschi segretariesco jargon of the time, they join, and after a thousand bows, congratulations, preambles, sighs, suspensions, propositions in the air, prevarication, all dragged to a decision from a need felt by all, knowing that they played a great paper, but believe that there was nothing to do nothing, they concluded to lay it on thick bread. Bakers breathed, but the people mad.
The night before this day when we arrived in Milan, Renzo, swarmed the streets and squares of men, which carried by a common anger, dominated by a common language, acquaintances or strangers, gathered in a group, without having the data ' understood almost without realizing it, like drops Scattered on the same slope. Every speech increased the conviction and passion of the audience, as the one who had spoken. Among many fans, There were also some of the most cold-blooded, who were watching with great pleasure that s'andava muddy water, muddy and strove for more, with this' reasoning, and those stories know that the smart dialing, and believe they know the minds altered, and had to not let it lay, that water, without being a little 'fishing. Thousands of men went to bed with the permanent feeling that something needed to be done, that something would do. Next day, the streets were again spread of Crocco: children, women, men, old, workers, the poor, gathered at random: here was a confused murmur of many voices, and there an preach, and others applauded, and this was as close to the same question which had then been made to him, he repeated that other 's exclamation that he had heard resound in their ears, for all complaints, threats, wonders: a small number of words was the material of many words.
not missed more than one occasion, a push, any goodwill, in order to reduce the words to facts, and not long. Came, at daybreak, the shops of bakers' that the boys with a basket full of bread, going to carry the usual case. The first appearance of one of those 'unlucky guys where there was a huddle of people, was like the fall of a pop up on a powder keg. - If there is bread! - A hundred voices cried together. - Yes, the tyrants, who note in abundance, and They want us to die of hunger, - says one, approaches the boy, hurling hand edge of the basket, gives a Stratta, and says - let see -. The boy turns red, pale and trembling, would say: let me go, but the words died in his mouth, his arms loose, and try to free them quickly from the swans. - Down the basket - while she screams. Many hands to grasp at once: it is in the earth is thrown in the air the cloth that covers it: a tepid fragrance spreads around. - We are Christians ourselves, we must we eat bread, - says the first, takes a round pan, the rises, causing the crowd to see the bite: hands to the basket, bread in the air, in less time than it is said, was cleared. Those who did not touch anything, angry at the sight of another's gain, and animated by the ease of the company, moved in droves in search of other baskets: everyone you meet so many burglarized. And there was no need to give the assault to the holders: those who, by their misfortune, they were around, given the bad block, voluntarily put down the load, and off his legs. Even so, those who remained on dry teeth, were incomparably the most, even the conquerors were not satisfied with such small prey, and, then mixed with one another and with others, here were people who had done design on a more co disorder 'bows. - Baked! Baked! - They cry.
the street called the Corso de 'Servi, was there, and there is still an oven, which keeps the same name, that name in Tuscany is to say, the oven of crutches, and Milan is composed of words so heterogeneous, so shrewish, so savage, that the alphabet of the language has no signs to indicate the sound (El scansc to pay.). In that part of the people rushed. Those of the workshop were questioning the boy back exhaust, who stunned all and abbaruffato, reported stuttering his sad adventure when you hear a trampling and cries together, grows and approaches, the harbingers of the gang appear.
Serra, Serra, soon, soon, one runs to seek help from the sheriff, the other closed the shop quickly, and appuntellano down. People start to crowd out, and shouting: - bread! bread! open! open!
Moments later, the sheriff arrives with an escort of Guards. - Make way, children at home, at home, you place the sheriff - he cries and halberds. The people, who had not yet too thick, it's a bit 'of the place; So that they could get those, and post, with, if not in order, before the door of the shop.
- But children, - preaching from there the captain - you do here? At home, at home. Where is the fear of God? What will my lord the king? We do not want to hurt you, but you go home. As good! What the heck you want to be here so much? Nothing good will for the soul or the body. At home, at home.
But those who used to see the face of the speaker, and sentivan his words, even if they wanted to obey, say a little in that way they could, they were pushed and harassed by those behind, driven also by other like waves on waves, gradually until the end of the crowd, which was always growing. The captain, beginning to breath easily. - Make them give back that I can catch his breath, - said the halberdiers: - but do not hurt anyone. Let go of the shop: beaten, let them stand back.
- Back! back! - Yell halberds, throwing together on the former, and rejects the auction dell'alabarde. Those screaming, pull back, how can they, they give them with their backs 'breast, co' elbows in the belly, co 'heels on the tips of' those who are standing behind them, you make a pressed, a crowd, those who who were in the middle, would pay anything to be elsewhere. Meanwhile, a bit 'voting has been done against the doors, knocking the captain, revenge, shouting that the open: those inside can see through the windows, go down to race start, the captain entered, called the halberds, which is also sticking in one after another, the last restrain the crowd with a halberd. When all are entered, you put so much of the bolt, you riappuntella; Captain salt on the run, and looks out a window. Uh, that formicolaio!
- Children, - cries out, many will turn up - the children, go home. General pardon to those who return home immediately.
- Bread! bread! open! open! - The words were more distinct in the url so horrible, that sent the crowd back.
- Findings, children! mind you! you're still in time. Away, go, go home. Bread, you'll have, but this is not so. Eh ... eh! you do down there! Eh! at the door! Oibò oibò! I see, I see: Feedback! mind you! is a big crime. Just now I come. Eh! eh! stop with this' iron; down those hands. Shame! You other Milanese, which, for the goodness, you are appointed throughout the world! Listen, listen: you have always been good fi ... Ah, rogue!
This rapid change of style was caused by a stone that came from the hands of one of those 'good sons, came to batting in front of the captain, left the prominence of metaphysical depth. - Rogue! rogue! - Kept screaming, closing the window hurry, and retreating. But although he had shouted that had none in the chamber, his words, good and bad, and defeats s'eran all vanished in the air, Came in a storm of cries from below. Then to see what he was saying, was a great deal of stone, iron (the first that people were able to procure the street), which was at the door to break through, and windows, to pluck up the railings: and already The work was well advanced.
Meanwhile, employers and apprentices from the workshop, which were the windows of 'upper floors, with an ammunition of stones (likely to have pulled up the paving a courtyard), and did they shouted versacci to those down because they stopped, did they see the stones, hinting to want to throw. Given that it was time lost, they began to really throw them. Not even he fell into a foul, because the crowd was such that a grain of a mile, as they say, would not go into the ground.
- Ah, wretches! ah Villainy! This is the bread that you give to the poor people? Ouch! Alas! Ouch! Now, now! - S'urlava of down. More tanned one was hurt, there were two boys dead. The furor increased the forces of the multitude: the door was breached, the railings, svelte, and entered the stream to all the gates. Those inside, seeing the bad block, ran in the attic: the master, halberds, and some of the house stood there, huddled there 'nooks, others, out for dormers, went on pe' roofs, like a cat.
The sight made him forget his prize to the winners of the drawings of bloody revenge. Soaring the caissons, the bread is made steals. Someone runs in place on the bench, throwing down the lock, grab the bowl, takes a handful, pockets, and comes loaded with money, to return later to steal bread if they remain. The crowd scatters its' stores. Metton to hand bags, shuffling them, upset them: who gives a game between the legs, melt his mouth, and reduce it to a load that they can bring, you throw away a part of the meal: who, shouting: - wait, wait, - he stoops to ward off the apron, a scarf, hat, to receive that grace of God, one runs a cupboard, and takes a piece of dough, which stretches out, and escapes from all over, another , who won a burattello, the door Air: Who goes, who comes men, women, children, pushing, rispinte, shouts, and a white cloud of dust that settles everything, for everything goes up, and all sail and clouds. Outside, a crowd composed of two opposing processions, which are broken and entangled in each other, who comes up with the prey, and those who want to join it. While that
oven was turned upside down so no other city was quiet and without danger. But no one noticed the number of people that will take all the power in some, the owners they had picked assistants, and stood on the defensive and elsewhere, in just a few, came to terms in a certain way: distribuivan bread to those that they had began to crowd in front of the shops, by this that he went. And they went away, not because they were satisfied, but because of Guards and the posse, staying away from that terrible furnace of crutches, but you did they see elsewhere, in sufficient strength to hold in the respect that they were not a sad crowd. So the fuss was always unfortunate growing at that first oven, because everyone's hands to some pizzicavan bell'impresa, ran along there, where friends were the strongest, sure and impunity.
At this point things were, when Renzo, having already nibbled his bread, was along for the village of the eastern gate, and walked, without knowing it, right in the central place of turmoil. Was now quick, now delayed by the crowd and going, and was looking in ears, to get confused by the buzz of talk some more positive news of the state of things. And here's one of the words with which he could detect in all the way he did.
- Now is discovered, - shouted one, - infamous imposture of these 'rascals, who said that there was no bread, no flour or grain. Now you see it clear and obvious, and can not do more than give to understand. Viva abundance!
- I tell you that all this is useless, - said another: - is a hole in the water will be even worse if you do not make a good justice. The bread will be cheap, but there put the poison to the poor people die like flies. They say we are already too many, they said come in, and I know for certain, I heard him say, with this ear, from my godmother, who is a friend of a relative of one of a kitchen boy of these 'gentlemen. Words not to be repeated
said, foaming at the mouth, another with a hand holding a sheet of tissue on 'hair matted and bloody. And some close, as to console, the echoed.
- Make way, gentlemen, in courtesy, allow to pass a poor father, who brings food to five sons -. So said a man who was staggering under a big sack of flour, and each strove to withdraw, to let him off.
- I? - Said another, almost in a whisper to his companion: - I beat me. I am a man of the world, and I know how these things go. These martlets that are now so much noise, tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, will stay in the house, all filled with fear. I've seen some faces, some gentlemen who revolve, making the Indian, and notice who is and who is not here then when everything is finished, collect the bills, and those who knock, knock.
- What protects the bakers, - shouted a loud voice, which caught the attention of Renzo, - is the vicar of provisions.
- They are all villains, - said a neighbor.
- Yes, but he is the head, - replied the first.
The vicar of provisions, ogn'anno elected governor six noble proposed by the Council of 'settlers, was the president of this, and the provision of court, who, of twelve, these noble, had, with other powers, mainly the dell'Annona . Those who occupied such a place must necessarily, in times of hunger and ignorance, be said the author of 'evils: unless he did what he did Ferrer, which was not in his power, even if he was in his ideas.
- wicked! - Exclaimed another, - you can do worse? came to say that the Chancellor is an old fool, for levargli credit, and command them alone. We should make a big coop, and put them in, to live of vetch and rye, as they wanted to treat us.
- Bread, eh? - Said that was trying to go in a hurry - to pound stones: the stones of this kind, which Came down like hail. And that crushed ribs! I can not wait to be at my house.
These speeches, from which I could not say whether it was more informed, or stunned, and between Urton, Renzo finally arrived in front of that oven. People were already very sparse, so that he could contemplate the recent ugly mess. The dilapidated walls and bruised by stones, bricks, windows, dilapidated, ruined the door.
"This then is not a good thing," said Renzo himself, "so if concian all furnaces, where They want make bread? Ne 'wells? "
Every so often, someone left the shop carrying a piece of casing, or trough, or frullone, the beam of a kneading machine, a bench, a basket, a book of accounts, something in short that poor oven and shouting: - broad, wide - passed between people. All of these they walked on the same side, and an agreed place, you could see. "What is this other story?" he thought again Renzo , and went after one that had a beam axle and broken chips, put it on his shoulder, going, like the others, the road that runs along the northern flank of the dome, and takes its name from the steps that c 'were just in here and there are more. The desire to obey events could not make that mountain, when it was discovered in front of the large amount, do not go looking up, mouth open. He studied up to reach the man who had taken as guide, turned his hand, gave a look to the facade of the cathedral, then largely rural and far from completion, and always behind him, who went to the half of the square. People were thicker than most s'andava forward, but the carrier is making his way: he cut through the waves of people, and Renzo, standing still attached, arrived with him in the middle of the crowd. There was a space vote, in the middle, a pile of coals, these relics of the tools above. Around was a clapping of hands and feet, the rig of a thousand screams of triumph and of curse.
The man threw the bundle on that pile, and another, with the stub of a blade half abbruciacchiato, sbracia fire: the smoke thickens and grows, the flame rekindles, and with it the cries Sorgon stronger. - Viva abundance! Moiano's hungry! Moia famine! Cracks the allowance! Junta cracks! Viva bread!
Really, the destruction of 'Frullone and cupboards, the devastazion de' ovens, and the confusion of 'bakers are not the most prominent means to live the bread, but this is one of those metaphysical subtleties, which is not a crowd comes to us. However, without being a great metaphysician, a man sometimes we get to the first, till I again in question, and only by dint of talking about it, and hear, become unable to even understand them. Renzo in fact the thought had come, as we have seen, at first, and returned every time. He kept to himself in another, because, so many faces, there was one that seemed to say, brother, if you do, correct me, that I loved. Already
was back over the flame could not be seen, however, be no one other matter, and people began to get bored, and when word got around that, to Cordusio (a square or a crossroads not far from there), s 'was put siege to an oven. Often in such circumstances, the announcement one thing causes it to be. Along with that voice, like a spread in the multitude of running there: - I go, you, are you going? come, come on - he felt for all: the crowd breaks and becomes a procession. Renzo stayed behind, not moving along almost as if it was dragged from the river, and while the board was holding in his heart, should leave the din, and return to the convent in search of his father Bonaventura, or go see this one. Curiosity prevailed again. But determined to not plunging into the thick of the fray, to get the bone bruise, or something worse, ventured, but to keep some distance, watching. It is already a little off, he rose to the second pocket bread and attach a bite, walked to the tail of the army tumultuous.
This, from the square, had already entered the short and narrow street of old fish market, and that, for the arch to the side, in the Piazza de 'Mercanti. And there were very few who, in passing in front of the niche that cuts through the loggia of the edifice then called the College de 'doctors, do not gave a sneak peek at the great statue that stood out at that serious face, gruff, accipigliato and do not say enough, Don Philip II, that, from the marble, it imposed a something of respect, and, with that arm's length, seemed to be there to say: Now I'm from, rabble.
That statue is no more, for a singular case. About one hundred seventy years after what we're telling, one day was changed to the head, hands the scepter was removed, and replaced it with a dagger, and the statue was named Marcus Brutus. So maybe accommodated stood a pair of years, but one morning, some people that they had no sympathy with Marcus Brutus, indeed must have had with him a secret rust, threw a rope around the statue, tiraron down, made her one hundred harassment, and , mutilated and reduced to a shapeless torso, the trail, with his eyes out, and their tongues out in the streets, and, when they were weary well, tumbled somewhere. Who had told Andrea Biffi, when the carving!
From the Piazza de 'Mercanti, the scum bagged for quell'altr'arco in Via de 'fustagnai, and there are scattered in Cordusio. Everyone, the first markets, looked straight over to the oven which had been indicated. But instead of the multitude of friends who had expected to find there already at work, they saw only a few sit, as a result, at some distance from the workshop, which was closed, and windows armed men, about to be ready to defend themselves. At this sight, who wondered who the churchyard, who smiled, who turned to inform those who arrivavan gradually, those who stop, who wanted to go back, who said - come on, come -. There was an urge and restrain, as a clot, a wavering, a buzz confusing contrasts and consultation. In this, the crowd burst into a bloody voice - is here near the house of the vicar of provisions: we're going to do justice, and to give the sack -. He seemed to recollect the common got a gig, rather than the acceptance of a proposal. - From the vicar! by the vicar! - Is the only cry that you can hear. The crowd will move all together towards the road where he was named the house in such a bad point.
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