"All human plans and projects come to nought:
My life, and what I know of other lives
Prove that: no plan nor project! God shall care!"
She will lay him with God. And her last breath, for gratitude, shall spend itself in showing, now that they will really listen and not say "he was your lover" . . . her last breath shall disperse the stain around the name of Caponsacchi.
". . . There,
Strength comes already with the utterance!"
* * * * *
Now she tells what we know; some of it we have learnt already from her lips. She goes back over the years in "that fell house of hate"; then, the seeing of him at the theatre, the persecution with the false letters, the Annunciation-morning, the summons to him, the meeting, the escape:
"No pause i' the leading and the light!
* * * * *
And this man, men call sinner? Jesus Christ!"
But once more, mother-like, she reverts to her boy:
". . . We poor
Weak souls, how we endeavour to be strong!
I was already using up my life—
This portion, now, should do him such a good,
This other go to keep off such an ill.
The great life: see, a breath, and it is gone!"