obscure domesticity in the town of his birth. Late in 1504 he set
out for Florence.
He behaved there with his usual modesty; studied the ancient
sculptures and architectural fragments that had been gathered into the
city; went to the Carmine and copied Masaccio; sought out and pored
over the famous cartoons that Leonardo and Michelangelo had made for
paintings in the Hall of Council in the Palazzo Vecchio. Perhaps he
met Leonardo; certainly for a time he yielded to that elusive master's
influence. It seemed to him now that beside Leonardo's Adoration of
the Magi, Mona Lisa, and The Virgin, Child, and St. Anne, the
paintings of the Ferrara, Bologna, Siena, Urbino schools were struck
with the rigor of death, and even the Madonnas of Perugino were pretty
puppets, immature young women of the countryside suddenly endowed with
an uncongenial divinity. How had Leonardo acquired such grace of line,
such subtlety of countenance, such shades of coloring? In a portrait
of Maddalena Doni (Pitti) Raphael obviously imitated the Mona
Lisa; he omitted the smile, for Madonna Doni apparently had none; but
he pictured well the robust form of a Florentine matron, the soft,
plump, ringed hands of moneyed ease, and the rich weave and color of
the garments that dignified her form. About the same time he painted
her husband, Angelo Doni, dark, alert, and stern.
From Leonardo he passed to Fra Bartolommeo, visited him in his
cell at San Marco, wondered at the tender expression, the warm
feeling, the soft contours, the harmonious composition, the deep, full
colors, of the melancholy friar's art. Fra Bartolommeo would visit
Raphael in Rome in 1514, and wonder in his turn at the swift ascent of
the modest artist to the pinnacle of fame in the capital of the
Christian world. Raphael became great partly because he could steal
with the innocence of Shakespeare, could try one method and manner
after another, take from each its precious element, and blend these
gleanings, in the fever of creation, into a style unmistakably his
own. Bit by bit he absorbed the rich tradition of Italian painting;
soon he would bring it to fulfillment.
Already in this Florentine period (1504-5, 1506-7) he was painting
pictures now famous throughout Christendom and beyond. The Budapest
Museum has a Portrait of a Young Man, perhaps a Self-portrait,
with the same beret and side glance of the eyes as in the