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MICHAEL ANGELO'S studio. MICHAEL ANGELO, with a light, working upon the Dead Christ. Midnight.
MICHAEL ANGELO. / O Death, why is it I cannot portray / Thy form and features? Do I stand too near thee? / Or dost thou hold my hand, and draw me back, / As being thy disciple, not thy master? / Let him who knows not what old age is like / Have patience till it comes, and he will know. / I once had skill to fashion Life and Death / And Sleep, which is the counterfeit of Death; / And I remember what Giovanni Strozzi / Wrote underneath my statue of the Night / In San Lorenzo, ah, so long ago!