SCENE II. MICHAEL ANGELO, returning to his work. MICHAEL ANGELO. How will men speak of me when I am gone, ners, And never dream that underneath them all Each one performs his life-work, and then leaves it ; Those that come after him will estimate His influence on the age in which he lived.1 V. PALAZZO BELVEDERE. TITIAN'S studio. A painting of Danaë with a curtain before it. TITIAN, MICHAEL ANGELO, and GIORGIO VASARI. MICHAEL ANGELO. So you have left at last your still lagoons, TITIAN. I come to learn, But I have come too late. I should have seen 1 See Appendix. Rome in my youth, when all my mind was open Leads me about, a blind man, groping darkly MICHAEL ANGELO. There are things in Rome That one might walk barefooted here from Venice But to see once, and then to die content. TITIAN. I must confess that these majestic ruins them. MICHAEL ANGELO. familiar I felt so once; but I have grown TITIAN. I could not live here. I must have the sea, dows The laughter of the waves, and at my door MICHAEL ANGELO. [Then tell me of your city in the sea, Illustrate your Venetian school, and send TITIAN. And paints with fire, Sudden and splendid, as the lightning paints GIORGIO. Does he still keep Above his door the arrogant inscription That once was painted there, "The color of Titian, With the design of Michael Angelo"? TITIAN. Indeed, I know not. "T was a foolish boast, And does no harm to any but himself. Perhaps he has grown wiser. MICHAEL ANGELO. Are gone, who is there that remains behind GIORGIO. Oh, there are many hands upraised already them: Schiavone, Bonifazio, Campagnola, Moretto, and Moroni; who can count them, [TITIAN. When we are gone, The generation that comes after us Will have far other thoughts than ours. Our ruins Will serve to build their palaces or tombs. They will possess the world that we think ours, And fashion it far otherwise.] MICHAEL ANGELO. I hear Your son Orazio and your nephew Marco Mentioned with honor. TITIAN. Ay, brave lads, brave lads. But time will show. There is a youth in Venice, One Paul Cagliari, called the Veronese, Still a mere stripling, but of such rare promise That we must guard our laurels, or may lose them. MICHAEL ANGELO. These are good tidings; for I sometimes fear [TITIAN. Men die and are forgotten. The great world Of men that live, or have lived, or shall live, That we should think all nature would stand still ers. MICHAEL ANGELO.] And now, Maestro, pray unveil your picture TITIAN, drawing back the curtain. What think you? MICHAEL ANGELO. That Acrisius did well To lock such beauty in a brazen tower, And hide it from all eyes. Was beautiful. TITIAN. The model truly MICHAEL ANGELO. And more, that you were present, And saw the showery Jove from high Olympus Or from sunshine through a shower On the lagoons, or the broad Adriatic. Mingle together. Never yet was flesh |