Linked with the Imperial line, and with Matilda, CARDINAL SALVIATI, aside. No wonder that Pope Clement Never sat down in presence of this man, Lest he should do the same; and always bade him Put on his hat, lest he unasked should do it! MICHAEL ANGELO. If any one could die of grief and shame, 'T was not for love of fame or love of gain, While I am living. JULIUS. Never, never, [MICHAEL ANGELO. Doth your Holiness Remember what the Holy Scriptures say Of the inevitable time, when those Who look out of the windows shall be darkened, And the almond-tree shall flourish? Ecclesiastes. JULIUS. That is in MICHAEL ANGELO. And the grasshopper Shall be a burden, and desire shall fail, JULIUS.] Ah, were to do a thing As easy as to dream of doing it, We should not want for artists. But the men Who carry out in act their great designs Are few in number; aye, they may be counted MICHAEL ANGELO. I have had my dream, And cannot carry out my great conception, JULIUS. Then who can do it? You would but leave it to some Baccio Bigio MICHAEL ANGELO. Rather than that, I will still bear the burden on my shoulders A little longer. [If your Holiness Will keep the world in order, and will leave The building of the church to me, the work JULIUS, laying his hands on MICHAEL ANGELO's shoulders. Both for your soul and body. MICHAEL ANGELO. [Not events Exasperate me, but the funest conclusions My Cardinals, this Michael Angelo Must not be dealt with as a common mason. He comes of noble blood, and for his crest Bears two bull's horns; and he has given us proof That he can toss with them. From this day forth Unto the end of time, let no man utter The name of Baccio Bigio in my presence. III. BINDO ALTOVITI. A street in Rome. BINDO ALTOVITI, standing at the door of his house. MICHAEL ANGELO, passing. BINDO. Good-morning, Messer Michael Angelo ! MICHAEL ANGELO. Good-morning, Messer Bindo Altoviti! BINDO. What brings you forth so early? MICHAEL ANGELO. The same reason That keeps you standing sentinel at your door, BINDO. Nothing new; The same old tale of violence and wrong. Were led as prisoners down the streets of Flor ence, Hope is no more, and liberty no more. MICHAEL ANGELO. Florence is dead: her houses are but tombs BINDO. Ah yes; and often I repeat the words More grateful, while the wrong and shame endure; To see not, feel not, is a benediction ; MICHAEL ANGELO. Ah, Messer Bindo, the calamities, The fallen fortunes, and the desolation Deeper than words, and darker than despair. Or the heart conjure up, now see her dead, Too great for me to bear in my old age. BINDO. I say no news from Florence: I am wrong, |