San Gallo, Building about with columns, took all light Out of this plan; left in the choir dark corners For infinite ribaldries, and lurking places For rogues and robbers; so that when the church Was shut at night, not five and twenty men Could find them out.

It was San Gallo, then, That left the church in darkness, and not I.
CARDINAL MARCELLO.
Excuse me; but in each of the Three Chapels Is but a single window.
MICHAEL ANGELO.
Monsignore, Perhaps you do not know that in the vaulting Above there are to go three other windows.
CARDINAL SALVIATI.
How should we know?
You never told us of it.
MICHAEL ANGELO.
I neither am obliged, nor will I be, To tell your Eminence or any other What I intend or ought to do.

Your office Is to provide the means, and see that thieves Do not lay hands upon them.

The designs Must all be left to me.
CARDINAL MARCELLO.
Sir architect, You do forget yourself, to speak thus rudely In presence of his Holiness, and to us Who are his cardinals.
MICHAEL ANGELO, putting on his hat.
I do not forget I am descended from the Counts Canossa, Linked with the Imperial line, and with Matilda, Who gave the Church Saint Peter's Patrimony.
I, too, am proud to give unto the Church The labor of these hands, and what of life Remains to me.

My father Buonarotti Was Podesta of Chiusi and Caprese.
I am not used to have men speak to me As if I were a mason, hired to build A garden wall, and paid on Saturdays So much an hour.
CARDINAL SALVIATI, aside.
No wonder that Pope Clement Never sat down in presence of this man, Lest he should do the same; and always bade him Put on his hat, lest he unasked should do it! MICHAEL ANGELO.
If any one could die of grief and shame, I should.