Her full success to Florence, making clear
Your probity, as none else could: I spoke,
And out it shone!
Lur. Ah—until Braccio spoke!
Brac. Till Braccio told in just a word the whole—
His lapse to error, his return to knowledge:
Which told ... Nay, Luria, I should droop the head,
I whom shame rests with! Yet I dare look up,
Sure of your pardon how I sue for it,
Knowing you wholly. Let the midnight end!