[He reads.
Whelm the Bull-calves, O vengeful Tiber, deign
To take them to thy raging breast;
And let the monster-bearing Bull be slain,
victim to Infernal Jove addressed.
VOICES.
Oh, oh, oh!
A FRIAR.
Rome were favoured, indeed, if Tiber had his glut.
A GERMAN PILGRIM.
To think the Pope could promise such good things, and not be able to hold for the space of half a year.
MERCHANT.
Alexander Sixtus! A quivering reed after the breeze, valiant in power of recovery. Vivat diu bos, vivat Alexander!