Rizzio (laughing at him).
What, what, my merry raging brother, more?
That Pan is not your god, whom I but now
Besought for inward beauty and truth of soul?
No, no, he is not, by Vesuvius!
Osio.
I say—
Rizzio.
That Plato and the ancients are
A plague which only the Pope can purge from earth?