But luckily For Topolino, there are many people Who see no difference between what is best And what is only good, or not even good; So that poor artists stand in their esteem On the same level with the best, or higher.
URBINO.
How Eccellenza laughed! MICHAEL ANGELO.
Poor Topolino! All men are not born artists, nor will labor E'er make them artists.
URBINO.
No, no more Than Emperors, or Popes, or Cardinals.
One must be chosen for it.

I have been Your color-grinder six and twenty years, And am not yet an artist.
MICHAEL ANGELO.
Some have eyes That see not; but in every block of marble I see a statue,--see it as distinctly As if it stood before me shaped and perfect In attitude and action.

I have only To hew away the stone walls that imprison The lovely apparition, and reveal it To other eyes as mine already see it.
But I grow old and weak.

What wilt thou do When I am dead, Urbino?
URBINO.
Eccellenza, I must then serve another master.
MICHAEL ANGELO.
Never! Bitter is servitude at best.

Already So many years hast thou been serving me; But rather as a friend than as a servant.
We have grown old together.