Here 'tis not good to be. Let us proceed.
STAUFF.
Am I in Uri—Uri, freedom's home?
MAS. M.
O, Sir, if you could only see the vaults
Beneath these towers. The man that tenants them
Will ne'er hear cock crow more.
STAUFF.
O God! O God!
MASON.
Look at these ramparts and these buttresses,
That seem as they were built to last forever.