Giotto has suffered, I think, in reputation, from Ruskin, who took him peculiarly under his wing, persistently called him “the Shepherd,” and made him appear as something between a Sunday-school superintendent and the Creator.  The “Mornings in Florence” and “Giotto and his Works in Padua” so insist upon the artist’s holiness and conscious purpose in all he did that his genial worldliness, shrewdness, and humour, as brought out by Dante, Vasari, Sacchetti, and Boccaccio, are utterly excluded.  What we see is an intense saint where really was a very robust man.  Sacchetti’s story of Giotto one day stumbling over a pig that ran between his legs and remarking, “And serve me right; for I’ve made thousands with the help of pigs’ bristles and never once given them even a cup of broth,” helps to adjust the balance; while to his friend Dante he made a reply, so witty that the poet could not forget his admiration, in answer to his question how was it that Giotto’s pictures were so beautiful and his six children so ugly; but I must leave the reader to hunt it for himself, as these are modest pages.  Better still, for its dry humour, was his answer to King Robert of Naples, who had commanded him to that city to paint some Scriptural scenes, and, visiting the artist while he worked, on a very hot day, remarked, “Giotto, if I were you I should leave off painting for a while”.  “Yes,” replied Giotto, “if I were you I should.”

To Giotto happily we come again and again in this book.  Enough at present to say that upon his death in 1336 he was buried, like Arnolfo, in the cathedral, where the tablet to his memory may be studied, and was succeeded as architect, both of the church and the tower, by his friend and assistant, Andrea Pisano, whose chief title to fame is his Baptistery doors and the carving, which we are soon to examine, of the scenes round the base of the campanile.  He, too, died—­in 1348—­before the tower was finished.

Francesco Talenti was next called in, again to superintend both buildings, and not only to superintend but to extend the plans of the cathedral.  Arnolfo and Giotto had both worked upon a smaller scale; Talenti determined the present floor dimensions.  The revised facade was the work of a committee of artists, among them Giotto’s godson and disciple, Taddeo Gaddi, then busy with the Ponte Vecchio, and Andrea Orcagna, whose tabernacle we shall see at Or San Michele.  And so the work went on until the main structure was complete in the thirteen-seventies.

Another longish interval then came, in which nothing of note in the construction occurred, and the next interesting date is 1418, when a competition for the design for the dome was announced, the work to be given eventually to one Filippo Brunelleschi, then an ambitious and nervously determined man, well known in Florence as an architect, of forty-one.  Brunelleschi, who, again according to Vasari, was small, and therefore as different as may be from the figure which is seated