Crossing the Corso, at my own desire,
Going to see those bodies in the church—
What would you say to that, Don Hyacinth?
This is the sole and single knotty point:
For, bid Tommati blink his interest,
You laud his magnanimity the while:
But balk Tommati's office,—he talks big!
"My predecessors in the place,—those sons
O' the prophets that may hope succeed me here,—
Shall I diminish their prerogative?