A CARDINAL.
But tell us, Doctor,
Low in the ear, have not this son and father
Drunk of the cup Orsini and Michele
Drank at their hands? Have they not been envenomed?
BISHOP OF VENOSA.
Yea, by the hand of God, but not of man—
The venom of His secret pestilence,
The fever walking in this August air.
THE SAME CARDINAL.
Both struck together—is not that the singing
Of cantarella?
BISHOP OF VENOSA.
By my faith, lords—no.
The hand of God hath struck, and who shall tell
How far His mercy or His wrath is set?
Physicians cure by hope.
Re-enter Lord Bonafede.