Oh, how I should like to serve the Tribune! All the lads of my age are mad for him.

How they will stare, and envy me at school tomorrow! You know too, dame, that though I was not always brought up at Rome, I am Roman.

Every Roman loves Rienzi." "Ay, for the hour: the cry will soon change.

This vanity of thine, Angelo, vexes my old heart.

I would thou wert humbler." "Bastards have their own name to win," said the boy, colouring deeply.
"They twit me in the teeth, because I cannot say who my father and mother were." "They need not," returned the dame, hastily.