(_CECCO goes to obey._
I'll sit in them and mock at greatness that
A passion may unthrone. If we weep not
Calamity will leave to torture us,
And fate for want of tears will thirst to death!

_Enter CARDINAL._

Ah, priestly sir.

CARDINAL: Infuriate man!

CHARLES: Speak so.
I lust for bitterness.

CARDINAL: What have you done!

CHARLES (_shuddering, then smiling_): Watched the sun set. Did
it not, think you, bleed
Unwontedly along the waves?

CARDINAL: O horror!
Horrible when a father slays and smiles!

CHARLES: Not so, lord Cardinal, not so!--but when
He slays and smileth not.

CARDINAL: Beyond all mercy!

CHARLES: Therefore I smile. Men should not mid the trite
Enchanting and vain trickery of earth
Till they no longer hope of it, or want.
Smiles should be kept for life's unbearable.

CARDINAL: Murderer!

CHARLES: Ah!

CARDINAL: Heretic!

CHARLES: Well.
(_Goes to shrine and casts it out the window._)

CARDINAL: Fool! fool!

CHARLES: There are no wise men, O lord Cardinal.

CARDINAL: Heaven let Antonio's death under the sea
Make every wave a tongue against your rest,
And 'gainst the rock of this impenitence!
(_CHARLES listens as to something afar off._)
No wind should blow that has not sting of it,
No light stream that it stains not!

CHARLES (_sighing_): You have loosed
Your robe, lord prelate--see.

CARDINAL: O stone! thou stone!

CHARLES: Have peace. A keener cry comes up to me
Than frenzy can invoke: a vaster pain
Than justice from Omnipotence may call.

CARDINAL: My lips shall learn it.

CHARLES: "Father" moans it. "Father!"----
It is my ears' inheritance forever.

_Enter FULVIA_

FULVIA: Lord Cardinal, one of your servants has
In quarrel been struck, and mortally 'tis feared.
Quickly to him: then I may plead of you
Escort to Rome.

CARDINAL: I do not understand.

FULVIA: But shall.

CARDINAL: To Rome?

FULVIA: Do not pause here to learn
With the dear minutes of a dying man.
(_CARDINAL goes._

CHARLES: You baffle and bewilder.

FULVIA: