Never. He looks in God's mute face and mine,
And says it. God be good to me! But God
Will not--or is not. Where is then thy dead,
Devil, called of God from hell to smite--to scourge -
Me?

GIORGIO

Sire, at hand I left him.

ALEXANDER

Stir not. Bid
Thy fellows bring my dead before me. [Exit Officer.
Nay,
But mine it is not yet--it may not be
Mine--while it may not be, it is not. Child,
It shall not be thy brother. Pray no prayer.
Prayer never yet brought profit. Be not pale.
Fear strikes more deep into the fearful heart
The wound it heals not.

Enter Officers with the body of FRANCESCO

What is he they bring?
O God! Thou livest! And my child is dead!
[Falls.