borgo

_Patti_ is a picturesque little _borgo_, on the hillside, celebrated in Sicily for its manufacture of hardware.

Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine — Volume 56, No. 345, July, 1844 Various

Ordering them to follow him, he mounted a horse that was brought him, and rode briskly through the borgo at the Count's side.

Love-at-Arms Rafael Sabatini 1912

Before me the long, rudely paved street of the borgo sloped away to the market-place of the town of Mondolfo.

The Strolling Saint; being the confessions of the high and mighty Agostino D'Anguissola, tyrant of Mondolfo and Lord of Carmina in the state of Piacenza Rafael Sabatini 1912

To do this it was necessary to dispose the soldiers of Oliverotto da Fermo in the borgo.

The Life of Cesare Borgia Rafael Sabatini 1912

Down the borgo, ahead of us, ran the rumour that here was the Madonnino of Mondolfo, and the excitement that the announcement caused was something at which I did not know whether to be flattered or offended.

The Strolling Saint; being the confessions of the high and mighty Agostino D'Anguissola, tyrant of Mondolfo and Lord of Carmina in the state of Piacenza Rafael Sabatini 1912

To do this it was necessary to dispose the soldiers of Oliverotto da Fermo in the borgo.

The Life of Cesare Borgia Sabatini, Rafael, 1875-1950 1912

In Sinigaglia, as we have seen, the condottieri had only the troops of Oliverotto -- 1,000 foot and 150 horse -- which had been quartered in the borgo, and were now drawn up in the market-place, Oliverotto at their head, to do honour to the duke.

The Life of Cesare Borgia Sabatini, Rafael, 1875-1950 1912

Hinds were they in very truth; the scum of the bravi that haunted the meanest borgo of Urbino.

Love-at-Arms Rafael Sabatini 1912

In amiable conversation with them all, and riding between Vitelli and Francesco Orsini, the duke passed from the borgo into the town itself, and so to the palace, where the condottieri disposed to take their leave of him.

The Life of Cesare Borgia Sabatini, Rafael, 1875-1950 1912

Half the stones of the borgo went after that cavalcade, and fell in a persistent shower upon them, rattling like giant hail upon their armour, dinting many a steel-cap to its wearer's sore discomfort.

Love-at-Arms Rafael Sabatini 1912