But first, if you please, your blessing![524]
Wine?[525] No? Come, come, you must!
You’ll bless it with your prayers,
And quaff a cup, I trust,
To the health of the saint[526] up stairs!
My heart[527] is aching so!
And I feel so weary and sad
Through the blow that I have had—
You’ll sit,[528] Fra Giacomo?
My friend! (and a friend I rank you)