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not contradict you," interrupted Pirckheimer; "for, gentlemen, this
gallant husband's wife is a jewel of a peculiar kind. Nuremberg is proud
of calling Frau Katharina her daughter. Far as the German language is
spoken, her equal would be sought in vain."

"You are an enviable man," said little Dr. Eberbach, turning to Lienhard.
"But probably you will permit me one question. Even when a boy,--as we
heard, you loved the child Katharina. As a youth, you took this love
across the Alps to Padua and Bologna. But when, like the noble Virgil, I
perceive that 'Nowhere is there aught to trust-nowhere,'--[Virg. AEn. iv,
373.]--and find that the esteemed Catullus's words, 'No man passes
through life without error,'--[Catull. Dist. I, 5.]--are verified, I
would fain learn whether in Italy also you held fast, in small things as
well as great ones, to the--among us men--rare bird of the fidelity sworn
to the woman whom we love. I, who compared to you, am like a faun with
pointed ears beside the handsome Ares, nevertheless know by experience
how easily the glowing eyes of that country kindle conflagrations. Was
the armour of a former love really strong enough to guard your heart from
every flame, even before any vow bound you to the child whom you chose so
early for the companion of your life"?

"It was the same before the priest's consecration as afterward," replied
the young Councillor, gravely and firmly.

Then, changing his manner, he held out his brimming glass toward the
Thuringian and gaily continued:

"It ought not to seem so amazing to a man of your learning, my
incredulous Herr Doctor. Surely your far-famed Propertius says, 'Love is
benefited by many things, a faithful nature and resolute persistence.'
Believe me, doctor, even without the counsel of your experienced Roman, I
should have kept faith with the lovely child at home. From my boyhood,
Katharina was to me the woman, the one above all others, the worthy
Tryphon, my teacher of Greek in Bologna, would have said. My heart's
darling has always been my light, as Helios was that of the Greeks,
though there were the moon and so many planets and stars besides."

"And the vagrant we saw just now, on whom you bestowed a golden shower of
remembrance as Father Zeus endowed the fair Danae?" asked Doctor
Peutinger of Augsburg, shaking his finger mischievously at his young
friend. "We humanists follow the saying of Tibullus: 'Whoever confesses
let him be forgiven,' and know t