And its vexatious evils, foolish toils.
Aye, lord Cardinals, weigh you my curse so heavy?
That ye have came so far to crave my blessing?
Brunelli. We come, my Lord, to heal this cruel schism
That rendeth Holy Church and maketh mock
Of Peter’s chair, throughout all Christendom.
Henry of Germany—
Hild. Silence! or I’ll forget the Church’s good,
And curse her Cardinal. Name me not that monster,
Save in anathema. Look on me Brunelli,