Now leave me to the air.
BISHOP OF VENOSA.
He will fall asleep.
ALEXANDER.
I promise you
That I will make no noise.... I ever
Slept as a child, and wallowed in the feathers
Seven times at waking ... ha! And do you sleep
Till time for the next Office. Burchard dozes;
Put by the cards, and I will watch his face.
[The Crowd withdraws from the bed: the Pope chuckles, after fixing his eyes on Burchard; then his eyes close.
CARDINALS.
How wanton of his end!
—What of his soul?
—The noontide
To me is full of strange attentiveness.
Angels, or fiends?
BISHOP OF VENOSA.
Has he not made confession?