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Washed and habited

As Gonfalonier, on an open bier,

He will be borne,

With flambeaux, to his mother’s private chapel,

And will be swiftly hidden!

[Shrugging his shoulders.] But, my lords, The populace is ribald: it acclaims His Holiness the fisher of his son, Though not, by rights, of men.

[Poto and the Cardinals laugh.