书城公版The Congo & Other Poems
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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 truth.

I know my life is wasted and consumed In vanities; but I have better hours And higher aspirations than you think.

Once, when a prisoner at St.Angelo, Fasting and praying in the midnight darkness, In a celestial vision I beheld A crucifix in the sun, of the same substance As is the sun itself.And since that hour There is a splendor round about my head, That may he seen at sunrise and at sunset Above my shadow on the grass.And now I know that I am in the grace of God, And none henceforth can harm me.

MICHAEL ANGELO.

None but one,--

None but yourself, who are your greatest foe.

He that respects himself is safe from others;He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce.

BENVENUTO.

I always wear one.

MICHAEL ANGELO.

O incorrigible!

At least, forget not the celestial vision.

Man must have something higher than himself To think of.

BENVENUTO.

That I know full well.Now listen.

I have been sent for into France, where grow The Lilies that illumine heaven and earth, And carry in mine equipage the model Of a most marvellous golden salt-cellar For the king's table; and here in my brain A statue of Mars Armipotent for the fountain Of Fontainebleau, colossal, wonderful.

I go a goldsmith, to return a sculptor.

And so farewell, great Master.Think of me As one who, in the midst of all his follies, Had also his ambition, and aspired To better things.

MICHAEL ANGELO.

Do not forget the vision.

[Sitting down again to the Divina Commedia.

Now in what circle of his poem sacred Would the great Florentine have placed this man?

Whether in Phlegethon, the river of blood, Or in the fiery belt of Purgatory, I know not, but most surely not with those Who walk in leaden cloaks.Though he is one Whose passions, like a potent alkahest, Dissolve his better nature, he is not That despicable thing, a hypocrite;He doth not cloak his vices, nor deny them.

Come back, my thoughts, from him to Paradise.

IV.

FRA SEBASTIANO DEL PIOMBO

MICHAEL ANGELO; FRA SEBASTIANO DEL PIOMBO.

MICHAEL ANGELO, not turning round.

Who is it?

FRA SEBASTIANO.

Wait, for I am out of breath In climbing your steep stairs.

MICHAEL ANGELO.

Ah, my Bastiano, If you went up and down as many stairs As I do still, and climbed as many ladders, It would be better for you.Pray sit down.

Your idle and luxurious way of living Will one day take your breath away entirely.

And you will never find it.

FRA SEBASTIANO.

Well, what then?

That would be better, in my apprehension, Than falling from a scaffold.

MICHAEL ANGELO.

That was nothing It did not kill me; only lamed me slightly;I am quite well again.

FRA SEBASTIANO.

But why, dear Master, Why do you live so high up in your house, When you could live below and have a garden, As I do?

MICHAEL ANGELO.