The Firebrand

Now see here, Benvenuto Cellini.

This is the sixth time you've been brought before me for roistering, and I'm tired of it.

You may be one of the best silversmiths in the world.

You may even be, as you say, the best.

But you are also a rascal, a rogue, and an unmitigated liar.

Your Excellency, you wound me

deeply with your words.

I'll wound you with more than words if you don't behave yourself.

But you don't understand.

I'm constantly being persecuted by my enemies.

Oh, now, Cellini, everyone in Florence can't be your enemy.

If they are, then I would do well to have you executed immediately.

It's not everyone in Florence.

It's Ottaviano and his band of cutthroats.

Ottaviano is one of my trusted friends.

even if he did try to kill me three years ago.

And a far better citizen of Florence than you.

Then

let Ottaviano finish the medal I've been making for you to commemorate your greatness for all time to come.

Hmm? A medal? Greatness.

Well, I'm going to spare you this time, Cellini.

But one more scrape, one more scrape of any nature, and I'm going to have you beheaded.

You may go now.

I'm seriously displeased with you, and I do not wish to look upon your face any longer.

Take it out of my sight quickly before I change my mind and deal severely with you.