You must knock down everything, raze the existing system to the ground, and upon the place where it stood shall rise the mighty temple of immortal liberty." "And who will buy your chalices and monstrances under the new order of things ?" inquired Gianbattista coldly.
"The foreign market," returned Marzio.

"Italy shall be herself again, as she was in the days of Michael Angelo; of Leonardo, who died in the arms of a king; of Cellini, who shot a prince from the walls of Saint Angelo.
Italy shall be great, shall monopolise the trade, the art, the greatness of all creation!" "A lucrative monopoly!" exclaimed the young man.
"Monopolies! There shall be no monopolies! The free artisan shall sell what he can make and buy what he pleases.

The priests shall be turned out in chain gangs and build roads for our convenience, and the superfluous females shall all be deported to the glorious colony of Massowah! If I could but be absolute master of this country for a week I could do much." "I have no doubt of it," answered Gianbattista, with a quiet smile.
"I should think not," assented Marzio proudly; then catching sight of the expression on the young man's face, he turned sharply upon him.

"You are mocking me, you good-for-nothing!" he cried angrily.

"You are laughing at me, at your master, you villain you wretch, you sickly hound, you priest-ridden worm! It is intolerable! It is the first time you have ever dared; do you think I am going to allow you to think for yourself after all the pains I have taken to educate you, to teach you my art, you ungrateful reptile ?" "If you were not such a great artist I would have left you long ago," answered the apprentice.