Brunelli. You must meet Henry.
Hild. Never!
Brunelli. Then Peter, tell him for I cannot.
Pet. The matter, Gregory, is in short thou must
Plant empery upon bold Henry’s head
Or lose thy tiara.
Hild. Never, as I am Pope, I will do neither!
Though I am wasted, agéd, worn and weak,
Deserted by false friends and hireling hounds,