It is the Renaissance period in Europe, a time of more education and enlightenment. But someone within it all, there is a mystery lurking...
When Rebekah Mikaelson meets Vittorio Caito, the Duke of Ferrara, she attracted to him, drawn to him, fasc...
There's my last Duchess painted on the wall Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, now: Fra Pandolf's hands Worked busily a day, and there she stands. Will't please you sit and look at her? I said "Fra Pandolf" by design, for never read Strangers like you that pictured countenance, The depth and passion of its earnest glance, But to myself they turned (since none puts by The curtains I have drawn for you, but I) And seemed as they would ask me, if they durst, How such a glance came there: so, not the first Are you to turn and ask thus. Sir, 'twas not Her husband's presence only, called that spot Of joy into the Duchess' cheek: perhaps Fra Pandolf chanced to say "Her mantle laps Over my lady's wrist too much," or "Paint Must never hope to reproduce the faint Half-flush that dies along her throat:" such stuff Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough For calling up that spot of joy. She had A heart-how shall I say?-too soon made glad, Too easily impressed; she liked whate'er She looked on, and her looks went everywhere. Sir, 'twas all one! My favour at her breast, The dropping of the daylight in the West, The bough of cherries some officious fool Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule She rode with round the terrace-all and each Would draw from alike the approving speech, Or blush, at least. She thanked men,-good! but thanked Somehow-I know not how-as if she ranked My gift of a nine-hundred-years-old name With anybody's gift. Who'd stoop to blame This sort of trifling? Even had you skill In speech-(which I have not)-to make your will Quite clear to such an one, and say, "Just this Or that in you disgusts me; here you miss, Or there exceed the mark"-and if she let Herself be lessoned so, nor plainly set Her wits to yours, forsooth, and made excuse, -E'en then would be some stooping; and I choose Never to stoop. Oh sir, she smiled, no doubt, Whene'er I passed her, but who passed without Much the same smile? This grew; I gave commands; Then the smiles stopped together. There she stands As if alive. Will't please you rise? We'll meet The company below, then. I repeat, The Count your master's known munificence Is ample warrant that no just pretence Of mine for dowry will be disallowed; Though of his fair daughter's self, as I avowed At starting, is my object. Nay, we'll go Together down, sir. Notice Neptune, though, Taming a sea-horse, thought a rarity, Which Claus of Innsbruck cast in bronze for me!
Murderous Suitor was inspired by this poem.
Wes Ramsey as Vittorio Caito, the Duke of Ferrara
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Amanda Seyfried as Lucrezia Caito, the Duke's sister
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Claire Holt as Rebekah Mikaelson Joseph Morgan as Klaus Mikaelson Daniel Gillies as Elijah Mikaelson Nathaniel Buzolic as Kol Mikaelson
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