Thou cursedst with thy foulest blasphemies,
Sendeth me, Wolf of Bamburg, unto thee,
To hurl thine arrogant curses in thy face,
And tell thee thou art no pope but a damned priest,
Who stolest thy popedom.
Pet. Hale him out, tear him to pieces. (A great clamor rises. The Cardinals would attack him.)
Hild. Silence! on your lives! This man is mine! (To Wolf.) Speak on!
Amb. He further saith to thee, thou bastard Pope,
As Emperor of Rome, come down, come down!