Wisdom lives in thee,
And cries not out along the streets as when
None of God’s folk that heard regarded her,
As all that hear thy word regard—or die,
Being not outside God’s eyeshot. Dost thou sleep
Here in his special keeping—here—to-night,
Brother?
FRANCESCO
What bids thee care to know?
CÆSAR
They say
These holy streets of heaven’s most holiest choice
Lie dangerous now in darkness if a man
Walk not on holiest errands. Thou, they say,
Wert scarce a Christlike sacrifice if slain.
Too many dead flow down the Tiber’s flow
Nightly. They say it.
FRANCESCO
I never called thee yet
Fool.
CÆSAR
Ah, my lord and brother, didst thou now,
Were this not thankless? God—our father’s God—
Guide thee!
[Exit Francesco.