ALEXANDER.
He has tidings?
Oh, it will break my heart! I would lie down
Within my coffin—and that tapestry
About the portal, with its shaking folds,
Opens and shuts the lid. Let him come in.
[The Governor comes to the Pontiff’s feet.
I would not question you; give full relation;
Do not repeat the tales of yesterday.
GOVERNOR.
Most Holy Father, there is little new
Of the Lord Duke to certify—his mule
Was found hard by the Palace Barbarini.
ALEXANDER.
[To Poto.] My lad, my lad! We know what beauty there
Looks into Tiber like the moon!
I thank you
For your devotion.
GOVERNOR.
Shall we still further search?