JULIUS. 
                              Deputies
Of the commissioners; and they complain
Of insufficient light in the Three Chapels.

MICHAEL ANGELO. 
Your Holiness, the insufficient light
Is somewhere else, and not in the Three Chapels. 
Who are the deputies that make complaint?

JULIUS. 
The Cardinals Salviati and Marcello,
Here present.

MICHAEL ANGELO, rising. 
         With permission, Monsignori,
What is it ye complain of?

CARDINAL MARCELLO,
                           We regret
You have departed from Bramante’s plan,
And from San Gallo’s.

MICHAEL ANGELO. 
               Since the ancient time
No greater architect has lived on earth
Than Lazzari Bramante.  His design,
Without confusion, simple, clear, well-lighted. 
Merits all praise, and to depart from it
Would be departing from the truth.  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.  This labor was imposed upon me;
I did not seek it; and if I assumed it,
’T was not for love of fame or love of gain,
But for the love of God.  Perhaps old age
Deceived me, or self-interest, or ambition;
I may be doing harm instead of good. 
Therefore, I pray your Holiness, release me;
Take off from me the burden of this work;
Let me go back to Florence.