POTO.
His brow bleeds.... [to Guard.] Gently, the great daïs-nails
Will harrow up his arm.
CARDINAL PALLAVICINI.
But he is still as death!
Now pass him through the crevice the dropped vaultings
A-tilt have made.
[They bring the Pope out and raise him slowly on his feet.
ALEXANDER.
Yes ... to my room,
[He is helped into the next chamber.
CARDINAL PALLAVICINI.
Thank God!