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HannoHanno (in Italian, Annone) was the pet white elephant of Pope Leo X (born Giovanni de'Medici), and the subject of the book "The Pope's Elephant: An Elephant's Journey from Deep in India to the Heart of Rome" by Silvio A. Bedini. He was the gift of King Manuel I of Portugal on the Pope's coronation. King Manuel had either received him as a gift from the King of Cochin, or had asked Alfonso d'Albuquerque to purchase him. Hanno was said to be white in colour. Hanno arrived by ship from Lisbon to Rome in 1514, aged about four years, and was kept initially in an enclosure in the Belvedere courtyard, then moved to a specially constructed building between the St. Peter's Basilica and the Apostolic Palace, near the Borgo Sant'Angelo. His arrival was commemorated in poetry and art. Pasquale Malaspina[?] wrote:
Hanno became a great favourite of the papal court and was featured in processions. Sadly, Hanno fell ill suddenly, was given a purgative, and died on 8 June 1516, with the pope at his side. Hanno was laid to rest in the Cortile del Belvedere, after just two years in Rome, and seven years of life.
The artist Raphael designed a memorial fresco (which doesn't survive), and the Pope himself composed the epitaph:
There are four sketches of Hanno, done in life with red chalk, in the collection of the Ashmolean Museum at Oxford.
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have reason to be proud.
CEL. Yes, traitor, I will live so, and I trust most earnestly that the
SCENE XXI.--CELIA, LELIO, SGANARELLE _armed cap-a-pié_, CELIA'S MAID.
honour, who without mercy has sullied my fair name.
CEL. (_To Lelio, pointing to Sganarelle_). Look on this man, and
is at its height; if I meet him, there will be blood.html">blood shed. Yes, I have
I will dispatch him. (_Drawing his sword halfway and approaching
what a satisfaction it would be for me to kill him! Let us pluck up
himself to raise his courage_). Ah! I am enraged at my own cowardice!
offend you.
LEL. Yes through him I know you are guilty of the greatest faithlessness
be found.
SGAN. (_Aside_). Why have I not a little more courage?
CEL. Ah, traitor, speak not to me in so unmanly and insolent a manner.
SGAN. (_Aside_). You see, Sganarelle, she takes up your quarrel:
noble effort and kill him whilst his back.html">back is turned.
LEL. (_Who has moved accidentally a few steps back, meets Sganarelle,
retreats_). Since my words kindle your wrath, madam, I ought to show
lovely choice you have made.
CEL. Yes, yes, my choice is such as cannot be blamed.
LEL. You do well.html">well to defend it.
SGAN. No doubt, she does well to defend my rights, but what you have
were I less discreet, much blood would be. All is still licensed under the GNU FDL.
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