Here he found Cecco del Vecchio.
"How, my bold fellow," said the Tribune, assuming with wonderful ease that air of friendly equality which he always adopted with those of the lower class, and which made a striking contrast with the majesty, no less natural, which marked his manner to the great.

"How now, my Cecco! Thou bearest thyself bravely, I see, during these sickly heats; we labourers--for both of us labour, Cecco--are too busy to fall ill as the idle do, in the summer, or the autumn, of Roman skies.

I sent for thee, Cecco, because I would know how thy fellow-craftsmen are like to take the Orsini's execution." "Oh! Tribune," replied the artificer, who, now familiarized with Rienzi, had lost much of his earlier awe of him, and who regarded the Tribune's power as partly his own creation; "they are already out of their honest wits, at your courage in punishing the great men as you would the small." "So;--I am repaid! But hark you, Cecco, it will bring, perhaps, hot work upon us.

Every Baron will dread lest it be his turn next, and dread will make them bold, like rats in despair.

We may have to fight for the Good Estate." "With all my heart, Tribune," answered Cecco, gruffly.