As these were times when loyalty 's a drug,
And zeal in a subordinate too cheap
And common to be saved when we spend life!
Come, 't is too much good breath we waste in words:
The pardon, Holy Father! Spare grimace,
Shrugs and reluctance! Are not we the world,
Art not thou Priam? let soft culture plead
Hecuba-like, 'non tali' (Virgil serves)
'Auxilio,' and the rest! Enough, it works!
The Pope relaxes, and the Prince is loth,