PART THIRD. I. MONOLOGUE. Macello de' Corvi. A room in MICHAEL ANGELO's house. MICHAEL ANGELO, standing before a model of St. Peter's. MICHAEL ANGELO. BETTER than thou I cannot, Brunelleschi, As German artists paint him; and what years, Piece out by stepping forward, as the Spartan [A pause. And is Fra Bastian dead? Is all that light I have no friends, and want none. My own thoughts Are now my sole companions, thoughts of her, That like a benediction from the skies Come to me in my solitude and soothe me. When men are old, the incessant thought of Death Of this importunate follower, not a friend! Has he become since all my friends are dead. II. VIGNA DI PAPA GIULIO. SCENE I.- POPE JULIUS III. seated by the Fountain of Acqua Vergine, surrounded by Cardinals. JULIUS. Tell me, why is it ye are discontent, CARDINAL SALVIATI. Your Holiness, we are not set against him; He is too old. Are an old man. JULIUS. You, Cardinal Salviati, Are you incapable? 'Tis the old ox that draws the straightest furrow. CARDINAL MARCELLO. Your Holiness remembers he was charged JULIUS. Always Baccio Bigio! Is there no other architect on earth? Was it not he that sometime had in charge CARDINAL MARCELLO. Ay, the same. JULIUS. Then let me tell you that your Baccio Bigio To that fair harbor than the sea had done And him you think Or would do in ten years. And him To put in place of Michael Angelo, CARDINAL MARCELLO. He does not build; he but demolishes The labors of Bramante and San Gallo. JULIUS. Only to build more grandly. CARDINAL MARCELLO But time passes; Year after year goes by, and yet the work Is not completed. Michael Angelo JULIUS. I have seen his model, And have approved it. artist. But here comes the Beware of him. He may make Persians of you, To carry burdens on your backs forever. March 16, 1872.] SCENE II.-The same: MICHAEL ANGELO. JULIUS. In these gardens Come forward, dear Maestro. All ceremonies of our court are banished. Sit down beside me here. MICHAEL ANGELO, sitting down. Your Holiness commiserates old age And its infirmities! JULIUS. Say its privileges. Art I respect. The building of this palace And laying out of these pleasant garden walks Are my delight, [and if I have not asked Your aid in this, it is that I forbear To lay new burdens on you at an age When you need rest.] Here I escape from Rome To be at peace. The tumult of the city Scarce reaches here. MICHAEL ANGELO. How beautiful it is, And quiet almost as a hermitage! JULIUS. We live as hermits here; and from these heights O'erlook all Rome and see the yellow Tiber Cleaving in twain the city, like a sword, MICHAEL ANGELO. I would advise Your Holiness not to cross it, or not often ; It is not safe. |