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the witch.
Shp is ft witch*and mighty well
She V nows it.
Otbonn* no one. to watch her, would
Suppose it.
j lP r look demure, her manner shy
Art* charming;
t havoc with men's hearts she makes
Alarming.
§ sh e seems so childlike, innocent
And artless!
put all her victims surely find
She’s heartless!
pefore I knew she was a witch,
I sang her
]. ra jses daily: now I say—
••Oh, hang her!"
—Somerville Journal.
ft itaaa of Us.
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B Y ALEXANDRE DUMAS-
The multitude bau already disappeared in
ti r streets that led to the Vicaria^
Before leaving the marketplaceMasaniello
nt for one of the most intrepid sailors ho
knew, ordered him to choose two hundred
men, to man twenty boats, and while he hiin
p,,lf was preparing to attack the palace with
(Vfcelli, t° go and board the squadron of
Don Juan Fernandez.
CHAPTER X.
THE VIC ARIA.
A few hours before the events wo have just
related took place the Duke of Arcos, in
preat agitation, was pacing up and down an
immense room in his palace.
The Duke of Arcos was aged; in his per
son he was tall and spare, and his features
denoted a peevish temper and systematic ob
stinacy. His eye was gray, piercing and im
placable. He rarely laughed,’always walked
erect, was imperious and haughty in his
gestures, abrupt in speech, and of a grave
and pensive demeanor; in a word, ho was a
Spanish grandee of the first order, stiff and
Adit, laced, a solemn automaton, quite a sight
Block at, with his somber colored costume
rcovered w ith ■ rclers, a strict observer of eti
quette, ever parading and assuming theatri
cal attitudes.
After walking about the room for nearly
half an hour, he stopped before a table and
rang a silver bell, winch tinkled most melodi
ously.
A short, corpulent personage, but with a
light step, a quick eye, an insinuating sinilo,
and a sly look—in a word, the living antithe
sis of the viceroy—pushed aside the arras,
and entered the room.
‘‘Condo do Badajoz y Suerra y Nevada y
Fualdes,” said the duke in a severe tone of
voice, “are you not charged with tho super
intendence of my police?”
“Yes, mi senor,” replied tho littlo man,
with a bow so low and graceful that a danc
ing master would have been jealous of him.
“Then your spies are for their office.
lam not satisfied with their reports. There
is nothing precise, nothing exact in them.
Why have there been no arrests? Who is
this man that harangued tho sailors on the
pier yesterday evening?”
“The same who presented your highness
with a petition beneath the doorway of Santo
Domenico.”
“His name?”
“1 am not acquainted with it.”
“That is most blamable in you, Conde.”
“But it was impossible for mo to learn it,
mi senor.”
“I will accept no excuse. But how is it
that this mob orator has not been arrested”’
“The sbirri tried to do so; but he disai>-
peared in the crowd of lazaroui, and could
be found nowhere. These scoundrels aro all
Kt\ ”
Then why not arrest them all?”
"Your highness forgets; tho prisons are
full."
“A fine reason!”
“But, mi senor”——
“Enough! Conde do Badajoz v Suerra y
Nevada y Fualdes, i am displeased with you.”
At this moment the arras was pushed gently
aside, and the head of a sbirro, with his
countenance discomposed and full of terror,
appeared, and looked uneasily toward tho
Conde do Badajoz y Suerra y Nevada y
Fualdes.
The viceroy turned round, and perceived
the pantomine that was going on.
“Who’s this, Conde?”
“One of my men, your highness.”
“Approach, knave!” said Isabella’s father.
The sbirro advanced with a trembling step.
“Speak; what has happened?”
“Mi senor, the entire j>eople have broken
out in open revolt in the market place.*’
"You lie! such a thing is impossible,” said
the viceroy.
1 lie farmer of the customs is below,” said
he sbirro. “The peasants refuse to pay the
a,l< l lazaroni have threatened to kill
p*e custom house officers.”
At this in-tant another sbirro entered, in a
hate of the greatest consternation.
hat news do you bring?” exclaimed the
ricerov.
''liie people have openly revolted, mi
’('nor, said the sbirro, in a trembling voice.
Iwo of my comrades have been massacred
lt the gate of the Marina, aud thrown into
toe sea.”
"% St. James! it is a revolution, then?”
the Duke of Arcos, entirely for
c'd of his studied sang froid.
, v terrible revolution, mi senor”
me, scoundrel. No, remain! what
ryue name of heaven is to be done? Oh,
l-onde: Conde! we owe all this to your want
If tact!”
I “Mi senor”
I Silence! Let a hundred horses leave tho
Phace instantly and fly to tho thickest part
I ,- iot! Order my guard, both liorso
Pjd foot, to prepare for battle! Go, Conde,
repair your faults by your promptitude
P seeing niy orders executed. Go!”
I toadajoz and the sbiiTi withdrew.
1 * i,e Duke of Arcos began pacing the room
his demeanor had lost much of its
Ul) d noble dignity.
1 A revolution! Bah! it is absurd!” said
■y “These scoundrels have lied. Besides, I
■A c ‘ f° r (*es enough to make all these Neapol
rascals sue for mercy. But, by our
■f •' lh ‘-y must be mad! Oh! his Catholic
Pd 1 'ty would certainly laugh, if he could
■/ U!l this. So, so, sweet people, you havo
PS-a-1 fur blood, and blood you shall have!”
I ;,^ ll!s foment the Conde returned.
I, * ’ asked the Viceroy.
■ iour orders have been executed, mi
I J: ave *he cavalry left?”
■ i es > J'our highness.”
I js re lu y other troops ready?”
■u await but tho signal to go and
the rebels. ”
1! 80, so, inhabitants of Naples,”
■J* ecl the Spanish grandee, “it was our in
to get the upper hand, eh? ami it Is
eu d of a poniard that you present your
■ ‘°ns. By St. James: we will bring you
and I swear that before an
§4 su ddeniy stopped, listened for an in
■ ? - nt l then exclaimed:
■ ‘‘lr tocs i D * It L not the tocsin, Conde!”
senor,” murmered Badajoz, in a
of terror.
“And who has ordered it to be sounded?”
“Nobody.”
“Guards, there!” cried he,violently throw
ing the arras aside.
The officers of the Spanish regiment im
mediately rushed in from the ante chamber,
where they were waiting for orders.
“You bear, gentlemen,” continued tho
viceroy. “These wretches have dared to
sound tho tocsin. They will cast alarm
everywhere, throughout Naples and all tho
surrounding country. Hasten to your duty,
and let not one of these rebels escape! No
mercy! no quartern!”
He fell into an arm chair, murmuring:
“Holy Madonna! they must be masters of
the entire city. Listen—the bells of several
churches are tolling. I hear the great bell of
St. Januarius—there, go!—what are you
doing here? —go, I say, and let me know what
is passing.”
Badajoz rushed from tho chamber, but was
immediately called back by his master.
“Run first,” cried be, “and bring me my
daughter, Isabella.”
After the departure of the minister of
police, the duke went and carefully examined
a secret door made in the walL He then
called three major-domi and ordered them to
secrete, in some subterranean places known
but to them and himself, his cash box, his
diamonds, his fpdd and silver plate, and
every precious object the palace contained.
Isabella, half dead with terror at what she
had seen and heard, had just returned from
tho cabin on the Mergellina, when the Conde
de Badajoz cafno to lead her to her father.
She could hardly walk, and when the viceroy
saw her pale, affrighted countenance, he
hastily advanced to meet her, and, taking
her in his arms, said:
“My dear child, I can account for your
terror. Oh! were the crime of this odious
people productive of nothing else but the
paleness of your cheek, 1 would have no pity
for them, and graut them neither pardon nor
mercy!”
“Father! father!” murmured the poor girl,
clasping her trembling hands together.
“But it is, above all, their leader, a fisher
man of tho Mergellina—the same who had
the boldness to address me under the doorway
of a church—who, they say, excites all these
brigands. Listen. Isabella! Do you hear
the musketry? Why, they have dared to
reply to the fire of my soldiers! Oh! they
must bring me this leader, and by the blood
of”
“Fity, father! pity for him!”
_ , V
“Pi ly, father! pity for him!”
What do I hear? Have they had pity on
me? Have they had pity on my daughter,
who is dying from terror? Have they had
pity on my troops, whom they aro at present
massacring? Let me but get this fisherman
within my grasp, and he shall learn that I
have not tortures enough for him.”
“Pity!”
“He shall be quartered alive! Or, I’ll rather
have every limb of his body torn slowly to
pieces by the rack, as the former would bo
too quick a death for him.”
Isabella had but the force to weep, yet tho
duke saw not- her tears, for ho was blinded
by fury. He hurried into the ante-chamber
to give some dreadful order or other, and,
when he returned, ho found his daughter had
fainted.
Then followed a scene in which grief took
tho place of anger. Tho duke threw himself
at his daughter’s feet, took her hands in his,
and vainly endeavored to revive her.
A number of wild looking men, with their
hair in disorder and their faces black with
powder, rushed at this moment into tho
chamber. They came to announce that the
revolt was victorious. The troops, obliged
to yield before tho people, had fallen back iu
confusion on the Vicaria.
“May woe befall the wretches!” exclaimed
tho duke. “My child! Call her women.”
The duke still remained kneeling before his
daughter, although he kuew that the enemy
were preparing to attack the palace.
At last Isabella opened her eyes.
“Oh, what a frightful dream!” murmured
6he.
“Heaven be praised! she revives. Isabella,
my child, take courage; we must leave!”
“Leave!” said she, looking at her father.
“Yes, the danger becomes more imminent
every instant. I have ordered a bark to be
prepared. Tho Condo do Badajoz and my
chamberlains are ready to conduct you to the
squadron of Don Juan Fernandez.”
The young girl mustered all her strength
and exclaimed:
“Never, father, never!”
“But tho rebels are approaching the pal
ace. in an instant, perhaps, they will be,
here.”
“It is my duty to share your danger,” said
she, and with a gesture she commanded all
present to withdraw.
“Isabella, my beloved child,” exclaimed
the duke, “offer no further resistance, I im
plore of you. Time presses, and the combat
will shortly recommence, more bloody and
implacable than ever.”
“Have tbe people vanquished, then?” asked
she, with great emotion.
“Yes, but we still hold the Castel-Nuovo,
in which I shall blockade myself and bom- j
bard Naples. So let them tremble!”
“Bombard Naples? It would be a crime.” j
“What do you say?” exclaimed the Duke
of Arcos, whose brows contracted. “Does
my daughter side with the rebels against her
father?”
“Alas!” replied Isabella, “the people suf
fer, father, and are reduced to the most
dreadful misery. Would it not be better to !
grant some of their demands, and thus put j
an end to this impious struggle?”
“What! make concessions?” exclaimed the j
duke. “Humble myself! humble the king,
my master, before these rebels, who petition
with arms in their hands!”
“They have been compelled to take up j
these arms.”
“Enough!” said the viceroy in a severe
tone. “The ridiculous notions and the nerv
ous sensibility of a woman are noi fitted to
make her view these things in a proper light.
I insist on your leaving.”
“No, father, replied Isabella, firmly, “I
will not leave.”
“Are you mad?”
“No!”
“Do you know that I can compel yon to
leave?”
“Then it will lie the first time you have
hud to use violence toward me.”
The duke still managed to master his
anger.
“Isabella, my dear child,” said h3, “I
tremble when 1 think that each minute may
bring your ruin. Go and stay witii Fernan
dez. He is your affianced, and, next to your
father’*, it is his duty to watch over and pro
tect you.”
“My affianced! Yes, I know that it has
pleased you to give him my hand; but sup
pose 1 do uot love him?”
“Isabella!” cried the viceroy.
“But suppose 1 do not love him,” repeated
the young girl, bearing unflinchingly her
father's angry looks, “will you still force me
to give him my hand? Wid you still insist
on condemning me to eternal despair?”
“But why did you uot tell me this before?
Why wait till this fatal moment to make
such an announcement?”
“You never consulted me.”
“An obedient daughter ought to accept the
choice of her father. ”
“Y"es, when that choice entails no misery.”
“Isabella,” exclaimed tho duke passion
ately, “you shall obey me.”
“Mi senor”
“You shall obey me, I tell you! The
question at present is not about j _ our mar
riage. 1 will listen at some other time to
your objections, and shall duly consider
them; in the meantime, you must look upon
Don J uan Fernandez as a friend of our
family, to whom 1 send you, so that you may
be out of the reach of danger.”
“J. beg of you, father, not to compel me to
tell you a third time that my resolution is
unchangeable.”
“Bv our Lady!” exclaimed the duke, seizing
his daughter by the arm, “you shall leave,
and instantly.”
“Recollect, father, that I am a woman!”
said Isabella.
’ The duke, ashamed of his brutality, with
drew his hand.
“But give me your reasons,” said he; “in
the name of heaven, give me your reasons.”
She looked her father full in tho face,
and said:
“I am Isabella d’Arcos. The honor of the
viceroy of Naples is dear to me, and I remain
with him, so that history may never be able
to say: ‘He possessed a heart of stone and a
soul void of pity, for he used the most refined
torture to put to death those unhappy men
whom distress and hunger had driven to
rebellion.’ ”
“Is that all?” asked the viceroy, in a hollow
voice.
“Yes,” answered Isabella.
Tho viceroy rang. Badajoz and tho
chamberlains appeared.
“How do things go on?” asked the duke.
“Mi senor, the most vigorous resistance is
being prepared, and circumstances give us
reason to think that this time we shall master
the riot.”
“Good! Have you communicated my
orders to the troops?”
“Yes, mi senor.”
“Neither mercy nor pardon! And if the
leader of the insurrection is taken, let not a
hair of his head be touched—he belongs to
the executioner. ”
“Father, father! this is infamous!” cried
Isabella, advancing toward the viceroy.
“You hear, gentlemen; the revolt is every
where—in the bosom even of my own family.
Isabella d’Arcos refuses to go and wait for
our victory over the rebels with tho squad
ron of Don J uan Fernandez. Let the guards
advance and save her, in spite of herself.”
Twenty soldiers, called in by tho chamber
lains, entered the room. On a sign from the
Duke of Arcos they began to eloso ou the
young girl.
Isabella, pale and trembling with rage, ad
vanced with a haughty look to meet them.
Her Spanish blood boiled in her veins. She
suddenly drew a small Toledo poniard from
beneath her corsage and exclaimed:
“Back, all of you! Tho first who approaches
me falls dead.”
All the guards drew back.
At this moment a frightful detonation—
something that resembled a hundred claps of
thunder all combined—rent the air on the
side of the bay. Every one hurried to tho
window, and in tho place of the ship to
which mi senor the Duke of Arcos had wished
to send his daughter nothing was seen but a
shapeless wreck and -an immense cloud of
smoko, which the wind Was hurrying toward
the clouds. At the same moment the arras
were pushed violently aside, and Don Juan
Fernandez appeared on the threshold of the
door.
CHAPTER XI.
• TTIK BOARDING.
The sailor whom Masaniello bad ordered to
attack tho squadron was named Gennaro.
He was a man of about thirty, inured to
fatigue, robust and muscular, fond of dan
ger, provoking and quarrelsome, and always
ready to break the head of every one, or to
let his own be broken.
Gennaro chose his men and hastened to the
seashore, when he saw, with the greatest sat
isfaction, the richly laden galleon riding at
anchor, alone, the rest of the squadron hav
ing gone to the other end of the bay, where
they were tacking about in the cool breeze.
A vessel loaded with hay was lying in the
harbor.
“This,” said Gennaro, “will supply tho
place of twenty other boats. In with you
all; and, corpo santo! let not the smallest bit
of any of you be seen.”,
“Bravissimo!” cried the lazaroni, hasten
ing into the vessel, and hiding themselves
under the hay.
The mass of ships anchored around pre
vented the officers of the galleon from per
ceiving what was going on. Gennaro kept
two men to work the vessel, stationed him
self at the helm, passed out of the harbor,
and sailed toward the enemy.
The galleon watched the approach of the
moving hay stack without the least mistrust
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Tue rjalleon watched the approach of the
moving hay stack without mistrust.
1 Don Juan was himself on board the galleon
which contained his fortune.
Don Juan Fernandez was still young, but
his features bore evident marks of the abuse
ha had made of pleasure. Tall and well
made, elegant in his dress, and of irreproach
able demeanor, he passed for one of the most
finished ca\|§liers of tho court of Spain, and
many a noble senora would have been proud
to bestow her hand upon him.
As he was desirous of learning the cause
of the firiug he had heard throughout tho
day—for us the squadron was j>erformiug
tho quarantine, tie had not been able to send
fo- information, and none had thought of
taking him urn-—he joyfully hailed the ves
sel commanded by Geunaro.
“Heave to.” cried Don Juan.
“I have not time,” answered Gennaro.
“Where are you going?”
“To Capri.”
“Put about, then, so that I may speak to
you; it is in your way.”
“I can’t.”
“By St. James! but you shall, or I will
send a broadside into you.”
“Send away I —but have you anything to
drink on board?”
“Y’es; some malaga and sherry, at your
choice.”
“Per
you rascals!” added he in a low' voice to
some of his men who had poked their heads
out of the hay from curiosity.
•‘We’re stifled here,” replied they.
“Sacramento! I’ll knock out the brains of
the first who moves with my boat hook.”
A minute afterward Geunaro’s vessel was
a’ongside the galleon, under its port holes,
and had thus nothing to fear from the guns
it carried.
“What has happened at Naples?” asked
Fernandez.
“Ah! signore, very awful things indeed.”
“Explain }*our words.”
“Diavolo! lam very dry; your malaga
would be most acceptable,” said Gennaro, in
a wheedling tone of voice.
“Get on board, then,” replied Fernandez,
throwing him a rope.
All the officers were dining in the cabin,
and nearly tho whole of the sailors were en
joying a siesta! and w r ere fast asleep on the
hatchway.
“Well,” said Gennaro, ns soon as he was on
board, to the two men who were not beneath
the hay, “aro you ordered not to drink
malaga?” •
The cord was again thrown’ out, and both
t’le persons addressed climbed up the side of
tlje galleon.
“So, then,” continued Fernandez, “there
has been fighting in tho streets of Naples?”
“And fine fighting, too,” answered Gen
naro, “like that we are going to have here.”
“What do you mean?”
“That’s what I mean?” said tho sailor, and
he knocked Fernandez down with a terrific
blow, and held a poniard to his throat. The
two men followed their captain’s example,
and grappled each un officer.
“Help! help! cried Gennaro, in a voice of
thunder.
instant, all the men hidden beneath
the hay were on board the galleon.
“Brigands!” cried Fernandez.
“Silence,” said Gennaro, “and repeat to
your crew the orders I am about to give you,
or you die.”
At this instant both officers and sailors,
attracted by the noise, rushed oil deck.
“Order them to go down again,” continued
Gennaro, pressing his poniard closer against
the breast of Fernandez.
He had scarcely uttered the words, when a
musket shot stretched him ou the deck, which
he inundated with his blood.
Fernandez bounded up like a tiger, flew
down the hatchway, drew after him tho
boatswain’s mate, who had just delivered
him, and disappeared.
His crew consisted of twenty men, all
brave, determined and robust. llis resolu
tion was soon taken. He assembled his men
around him, made an attack on the lazaroni,
who were plundering the ship between decks,
and threw them all into the sea out of the
port holes.
“Now,” said he, “let us go on deck and
throw the rest of these scoundrels over
board!”
This order* executed with wonderful
rapidity and success. Tho sailors of Fernan
dez committed fearful havoc among the
lazaroni who occupied the forecastle.
But the latter gained fresh courage at the
voice of II Bambino, am athletic porter of
the harbor, who had been thus christened in
opposition to his size, and who had succeeded
Gennaro in the command.
Then the boat hooks of the one side, and
tho muskets and handspikes of the other, re
commenced their bloody work. It was a
deadly hand to hand struggla But the sol
diers of Fernandez, overcome by numbers,
were at last obliged to retreat to the fore
deck.
Fernandez saw that his galleon was lost.
“Perez,” said he to the captain, “hold out
to the best of your power, and prolong the
combat as much as possible, even at the loss
of your best sailors.”
Pie then ran to the powder magazine, over
turned a barrel of powder, applied to it a
match wh.ch would burn some time, and
having lighted the further end of it, ho
closed the door of the magazine and returned
on deck.
“I see,” said he, to the lazaroni, “that to
attempt further defense is useless. We are
but ten against sixty. Yet vve would all
sooner die than be taken prisoners.”
“We would!” cried all tbe Spaniards.
“I propose a capitulation.”
a “What is it?” cried II Bambino.
“W e will abandon to you the galleon, pro
vided yo.u let us leave.”
“Addio, addio, carissimo!” exclaimed the
Neapolitans, with a shout of laughter.
“A moment,” added II Bambino, “a mo
ment, sweet gentlemen. You have killed
fifteen of my men, without counting those
who havo been drowned. We shall bo
obliged to have masses said for the repose of
their souls, and we want the three hundred
thousand ducats hidden i:i this ship to pay for
these masses. Where is the money?”
“Look for it.”
“Per Bacco! N'our answer does not suit;
I want to count the money before you go.”
“Let us leave, or we will resume the fight.”
“Get out tho long boat,” cried 11 Bambino.
“All our boats are on board the other
ships.” remarked Fernandez.
“Then take our vessel, and a happy journey
to you, mio gentile capitano!”
Fernandez replied nothing, but descended
into the vessel with tho rest of his men, and
bore away from the galleon.
“My compliments to the viceroy,” cried II
Bambino.
The Spaniards immediately directed their
course toward'Naples.
“Fire and thunder!” exclaimed the Neapol
itan commander to his men, “we are real
heroes!”
The lazaroni threw their caps into the air,
and, brandishing their boat hooks above their
heads, uttered cries of joy.
“To the hold, my boys! and bring up a
few casks of skerry, so that we may drink to
the. health of Masanieilo. We will look for
the ducats afterward.”
This was uo sooner said than done, and all
the lazaroni were soon engaged in drinking,
when suddenly a man appeared, and, with a
pale and haggard countenance, exclaimed:
“The powder magazine is on firel We are
lost!”
I These words froze the blood of all present,
and they looked at each other, terror struck
and bewildered.
“What tbe devil are you muttering there?”
cried II Bambino. •
“The truth,” replied the lazaroni; “I looked
through a crack in the door of the magazine,
r.nd saw a lighted match burning near a
barrel of powder.”
“Damnation!” cried the lazaroni, rushing
to the side of the ship.
But the greater part drew back before the
ocean’s yawning abyss. Those who ki.ccv
how to swim, but their number was small,
jumped into the sea. The others ran alwuit
the deck like madmen, looking for a means
of escape, stretching forth their hands to toe
shore, blaspheming, weeping and invoking
Our Lady and Bt. Januarius.
II Bambino, who was now quite drunk,
continued to laugh and fill bis glass.
Suddenly a frightful explosion took place
beneath the feet of these men. An immense
mass of fire shot from the sea into the air,
and each of its blazing streams carried with
it planks, earronades, lazaroni, casks, barrels
of wine and boxes of gold. The sea opened,
closed again an instant afterward, and was
immediately covered with the remains oi the
galleon.
A thick cloud formed itself in the air, and
was wafted along for some time without dis
solving.
Fernandez had already reached the har
bor, and was entering the chamber of the
viceroy at the moment the explosion hap
pened.
Don Juan explained the catastrophe to the
duke, who, abandoning the thought that the
squadron could offer a safe retreat to his
daughter, said to her:
“You were asking me just now, my dear
child, to take compassion on these miserable
rebels. I now yield to your entreaties. Don
Juan will accompany you to the Castel-
Nuovo, and I will remain here for the mo
ment. If we repel the rebels heaven be
praised, but if they force an entrance into
the palace I will see them, speak to them,
and listen to their complaints.”
“It would be better to send some one to
parley with them at once,” said Isabella, in
a trembling voice.
“Isabella,” answered the duke, “will you
allow ma to think for myself i You are un
reasonable, my dear girl, and you seem to
take the viceroy of Naples for your slave.”
“Yet, it is to bo feared, mi senor,” said
Fernandez, “that this horde of ruffians will
do some violence to your person.”
“Fear nothing,” said the duke, in a low
voice, to Don Juan; “you are not aware how
ignorant and stupid these people are. I have
already deceived them three times, and I
will do so again.”
Fernandez saw that there was no reply to
this.
He offered his arm to Isabella, who dared
not resist any longer, and prepared to leave
for the Castel-Nuovo.
Two companies of guards escorted them.
But the moment they left the palace by a
secret door they fell into the hands of an
immense crowd of people, wfio instantly
recognized the viceroy’s daughter, and cried
aloud for vengeance.
CHAPTER XII.
VICTORY.
Masaniello had surrounded the palace of
the Vicaria with his fishermen and lazaroni.
Yet the Vicaria presented a formidable
appearance.
Several companies of reiters and lansque
nets defended the entrance, and the Spanish
guards of the Duke of Arcos were stationed
on the bastions.
Masaniello placed his men as sharp shoot
ers, reserving, however, a picked body with
which to force an entrance into the palace
when the time for doing so had arrived.
The fire had scarcely opened, when both
reiters and lansquenets, won over by those
of their countrymen who had already joined
the people's cause, abondoned their posts,
and ran up to the insurgents, crying out:
“Long live the Neapolitans! Down with the
Duke of Arcos!” They mixed with the laza
roni, and immediately rushed back with
them towards the palace.
The gates were instantly broken in.
All those Spaniards who offered any op
position were massacred without exception;
the grand staircase of the Vicaria was
quickly dyed with blood and strewn with
the wounded and the dead.
Masaniello was at the head of the com
batants. He advanced from room to room
and from passage to passage until he found
himself in the council chamber, face to face
with the Duke of Arcos.
“Duke of Arcos,” said Masaniello, after
looking at the viceroy for a moment, “the
people of Naples, whom you have so long
oppressed and crushed with taxes, and whose
prayers and threats you but yesterday dis
dained to listen to, are today come them
selves to protest against the tyranny of their
master. Look!”
And he pointed to the tumultuous assem
blage roaring without, to their hatchets,
their muskets, their pikes and their pon
iards, which were raised from time to time
above their heads in a threatening manner.
The viceroy looked for an instant at the
crowd of men, who uttered repeated cries of
vengeance, and then turned his gray eyes on
Masaniello.
“And who are yon?” asked he of the young
man; “you who are seen wherever the revolt
breaks out, and wherever traitors ruassaero
the servants of the king?”
“Who am I? A dog,” answered Masa
niello, with bitter irony, “whom the farmers
of the customs have pilfered for the last ten
years, but who has now determined, Duke of
Arcos, to taste untaxed the fruit he cultivates
and the fish ho risks his life to catch, or to
die with a musket in his hand.”
“But your name?”
“Masaniello.”
“And you are the scoundrel who has dared
attack the soldiers of his Catholic majestv
Philip the Fourth?”
“Hold! Duke of Arcos, Masaniello means
the victory of the people. Masaniello is the
people’s will, and this will could crush you
like a reed.”
“Death to the viceroy! Death to the ty
rant 1” cried the insurgents.
Some of them rushed into the chamber,
and the Duke of Arcos saw himself covered
by their muskets.
The old Spaniard did not, however, abate
his pride one jot.
He seized Masaniello by the arm, and led
him to the window.
“ Young man,” said he, “you are brave and
generous; save, therefore, this multitude,
whose niiserjr has moved you, and who can
not shower sufficient praise on you now. Yet
take care! popularity is but a changing
breath, which would raise you to power
today, and to-morrow dash you to the ground;
show yourself to be a loyal subject of tho
king of Spain, my master, tell me what you
desire, and neither honors nor fortune shall
be refused you.”
“1 require tho people of Naples to be made
free and happy,” replied Masaniello. “1 re
quire that they shall no longer be forced to
work like beasts of burden in order to enrich
insatiable foreigners; I require that our
homes shall be no longer pillaged, and that
women and children shall no longer be cast,
numbed with cold and dying of hunger, into
the streets. There, Duke of Arcos, that is
what we all desire.”
“Let him grant our demands or die!” cried
the insurgents.
The viceroy seemed to yield.
“But wliat are your demandsF asked he,
with a slight ironical accent. '
“The dismissal of all foreigners from the
. public |x;sts of Naples, and the abolition of
the taxes,” cried a hundred voices.
“Have you any paper that 1 must sign, or
what else must l doff
All eyes were turned toward Masaniello.
“Not an hour ago.” said the latter, “I
published, on the market place, in the midst
of the victims whom your satellites had im
molated, three decrees, sanctn nel by tho
acclamations of the people, lz*t these edicts
receive the approbation of the king of Spam
and before sunset Naples shall be, if uot tran
quil, at least disarmed. ”
While he thus sj*>ke. Masaniello drew a
paper from his pocket, and read it aloud.
“I thoroughly approve of all this, Masa
niello,” said tho viceroy, tapping the fisher
man on the back; “you must remain with
me, to be my counselor and my guide, and you
shail see j ourself to the execution of these
decrees. You will also free me from the
fatal influences which have misled me up to
the present moment.”
"Sign, then,” said Masaniello.
“What! is not the word of a nobleman, of
a Spanish grandee, of the representative of
the family of the Arcos, a sufficient guarantee
for youff
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