Sire, at hand I left him.
ALEXANDER
Stir not. Bid
Thy fellows bring my dead before me.
[Exit Officer.
Nay,
But mine it is not yet—it may not be
Mine—while it may not be, it is not. Child,
It shall not be thy brother. Pray no prayer.
Prayer never yet brought profit. Be not pale.
Fear strikes more deep into the fearful heart
The wound it heals not.
Enter Officers with the body of Francesco
What is he they bring?
O God! Thou livest! And my child is dead!
[Falls.
SCENE IV
The Vatican