CARDINAL PALLAVICINI.
And I away from Rome!
ALEXANDER.
Poto, shut down that casement.
Hoo! I shiver—shiver!
A cold so keen and violent.
CARDINAL PALLAVICINI.
I will aid him.
Your Holiness is prudent.
[At the window.] What a shock
And surge among the roofs.
[With a crash the ceiling falls in over the Pope.
O God!
What is it? What has happened?
Is he dead?
POTO.
Oh, oh, oh! The Pope is dead.