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Until I die。
BENVENUTO。
Do you ne'er think of Florence？
MICHAEL ANGELO。
Yes； whenever
I think of anything beside my work；
I think of Florence。 I remember； too；
The bitter days I passed among the quarries
Of Seravezza and Pietrasanta；
Road…building in the marshes； stupid people；
And cold and rain incessant； and mad gusts
Of mountain wind； like howling dervishes；
That spun and whirled the eddying snow about them
As if it were a garment； aye； vexations
And troubles of all kinds； that ended only
In loss of time and money。
BENVENUTO。
True； Maestro；
But that was not in Florence。 You should leave
Such work to others。 Sweeter memories
Cluster about you； in the pleasant city
Upon the Arno。
MICHAEL ANGELO。
In my waking dreams
I see the marvellous dome of Brunelleschi；
Ghiberti's gates of bronze； and Giotto's tower；
And Ghirlandajo's lovely Benci glides
With folded hands amid my troubled thoughts；
A splendid vision！ Time rides with the old
At a great pace。 As travellers on swift steeds
See the near landscape fly and flow behind them；
While the remoter fields and dim horizons
Go with them； and seem wheeling round to meet them；
So in old age things near us slip away；
And distant things go with as。 Pleasantly
Come back to me the days when； as a youth；
I walked with Ghirlandajo in the gardens
Of Medici； and saw the antique statues；
The forms august of gods and godlike men；
And the great world of art revealed itself
To my young eyes。 Then all that man hath done
Seemed possible to me。 Alas！ how little
Of all I dreamed of has my hand achieved！
BENVENUTO。
Nay； let the Night and Morning； let Lorenzo
And Julian in the Sacristy at Florence；
Prophets and Sibyls in the Sistine Chapel；
And the Last Judgment answer。 Is it finished？
MICHAEL ANGELO。
The work is nearly done。 But this Last Judgment
Has been the cause of more vexation to me
Than it will be of honor。 Ser Biagio；
Master of ceremonies at the Papal court；
A man punctilious and over nice；
Calls it improper； says that those nude forms；
Showing their nakedness in such shameless fashion；
Are better suited to a common bagnio；
Or wayside wine…shop； than a Papal Chapel。
To punish him I painted him as Minos
And leave him there as master of ceremonies
In the Infernal Regions。 What would you
Have done to such a man？
BENVENUTO。
I would have killed him。
When any one insults me； if I can
I kill him； kill him。
MICHAEL ANGELO。
Oh； you gentlemen；
Who dress in silks and velvets； and wear swords；
Are ready with your weapon； and have all
A taste for homicide。
BENVENUTO。
I learned that lesson
Under Pope Clement at the siege of Rome；
Some twenty years ago。 As I was standing
Upon the ramparts of the Campo Santo
With Alessandro Bene； I beheld
A sea of fog； that covered all the plain；
And hid from us the foe； when suddenly；
A misty figure； like an apparition；
Rose up above the fog； as if on horseback。
At this I aimed my arquebus； and fired。
The figure vanished； and there rose a cry
Out of the darkness； long and fierce and loud；
With imprecations in all languages。
It was the Constable of France； the Bourbon；
That I had slain。
MICHAEL ANGELO。
Rome should be grateful to you。
BENVENUTO。
But has not been； you shall hear presently。
During the siege I served as bombardier；
There in St。 Angelo。 His Holiness；
One day； was walking with his Cardinals
On the round bastion； while I stood above
Among my falconets。 All thought and feeling；
All skill in art and all desire of fame；
Were swallowed up in the delightful music
Of that artillery。 I saw far off；
Within the enemy's trenches on the Prati；
A Spanish cavalier in scarlet cloak；
And firing at him with due aim and range；
I cut the gay Hidalgo in two pieces。
The eyes are dry that wept for him in Spain。
His Holiness； delighted beyond measure
With such display of gunnery； and amazed
To see the man in scarlet cut in two；
Gave me his benediction； and absolved me
From all the homicides I had committed
In service of the Apostolic Church；
Or should commit thereafter。 From that day
I have not held in very high esteem
The life of man。
MICHAEL ANGELO。
And who absolved Pope Clement？
Now let us speak of Art。
BENVENUTO。
Of what you will。
MICHAEL ANGELO。
Say； have you seen our friend Fra Bastian lately；
Since by a turn of fortune he became
Friar of the Signet？
BENVENUTO。
Faith； a pretty artist
To pass his days in stamping leaden seals
On Papal bulls！
MICHAEL ANGELO。
He has grown fat and lazy；
As if the lead clung to him like a sinker。
He paints no more； since he was sent to Fondi
By Cardinal Ippolito to paint
The fair Gonzaga。 Ah； you should have seen him
As I did； riding through the city gate；
In his brown hood； attended by four horsemen；
Completely armed； to frighten the banditti。
I think he would have frightened them alone；
For he was rounder than the O of Giotto。
BENVENUTO。
He must have looked more like a sack of meal
Than a great painter。
MICHAEL ANGELO。
Well； he is not great
But still I like him greatly。 Benvenuto
Have faith in nothing but in industry。
Be at it late and early； persevere；
And work right on through censure and applause；
Or else abandon Art。
BENVENUTO。
No man works harder
Then I do。 I am not a moment idle。
MICHAEL ANGELO。
And what have you to show me？
BENVENUTO。
This gold ring；
Made for his Holiness；my latest work；
And I am proud of it。 A single diamond
Presented by the Emperor to the Pope。
Targhetta of Venice set and tinted it；
I have reset it； and retinted it
Divinely； as you see。 The jewellers
Say I've surpassed Targhetta。
MICHAEL ANGELO。
Let me see it。
A pretty jewel。
BENVENUTO。
That is not the expression。
Pretty is not a very pretty word
To be applied to such a precious stone；
Given by an Emperor to a Pope； and set
By Benvenuto！
MICHAEL ANGELO。
Messer Benvenuto；
I lose all patience with you； for the gifts
That God hath given you are of such a kind；
They should be put to far more noble uses
Than setting diamonds for the Pope of Rome。
You can do greater things。
BENVENUTO。
The God who made me
Knows why he made me what I am；a goldsmith；
A mere artificer。
MICHAEL ANGELO。
Oh no； an artist
Richly endowed by nature； but who wraps
His talent in a napkin； and consumes
His life in vanities。
BENVENUTO。
Michael Angelo
May say what Benvenuto would not bear
From any other man。 He speaks the t