Out he came, his gilded coach at the gate.
"'Ho, father!' said I; 'don't you know me ?' "'Who are you ?' "'Your son,' said I, in a whisper.
"The cardinal drew back, looked at me earnestly, and mused a moment.
'All men are my sons,' quoth he then, very mildly; 'there is gold for thee! To him who begs once, alms are due; to him who begs twice, jails are open.

Take the hint and molest me no more.

Heaven bless thee!' With that he got into his coach, and drove off to the Vatican.

His purse which he had left behind was well supplied.

I was grateful and contented, and took my way to Terracina.