And him you think To put in place of Michael Angelo, In building the Basilica of St.Peter! The ass that thinks himself a stag discovers His error when he comes to leap the ditch.
CARDINAL MARCELLO.
He does not build; he but demolishes The labors of Bramante and San Gallo.
JULIUS.
Only to build more grandly.
CARDINAL MARCELLO.
But time passes: Year after year goes by, and yet the work Is not completed.

Michael Angelo Is a great sculptor, but no architect.
His plans are faulty.
JULIUS.
I have seen his model, And have approved it.

But here comes the artist.
Beware of him.

He may make Persians of you, To carry burdens on your backs forever.
SCENE II.
The same: MICHAEL ANGELO.
JULIUS.
Come forward, dear Maestro! In these gardens All ceremonies of our court are banished.
Sit down beside me here.
MICHAEL ANGELO, sitting down.
How graciously Your Holiness commiserates old age And its infirmities! JULIUS.
Say its privileges.
Art I respect.

The building of this palace And laying out these pleasant garden walks Are my delight, and if I have not asked Your aid in this, it is that I forbear To lay new burdens on you at an age When you need rest.