as inimical to true reason as the most extravagant and distorted metaphors of the tawdry rhetorician, and as difficult to be reduced to practice as the wildest dreams of the poet? FOUR DRAMATIC SCENES. I. MICHAEL ANGELO. [SCENE. The Study of Michael Angelo at Rome.] MICHAEL ANGELO AND PUPILS. MICHAEL. So, 't is well done, Battista; ably drawn. Look, Michael! 1ST PUPIL. MICHAEL. Ah! 'tis bad. These colors sleep Like death upon thy figures: touch them thus. Thought should lie pale upon the scholar's cheek; Thus, thus. And now, my young friend, Cosimo, See, let him lie thus, helpless; thus, my child; And clasp the eagle's talon round his arm. There, it is done. What think'st thou ? 2D PUPIL. Oh! 't is brave, 'Tis brave. Thy eagle is the king of eagles. As thou art king of painters. MICHAEL. Idle child! 2D PUPIL. Shall I win fame ? MICHAEL. Fame is a bounteous tree : Upon its branches hang bubbles and gold. Which wilt thou have? 2D PUPIL. Both, Michael. MICHAEL. Art so greedy? Thou 'It scarcely prosper. Wilt thou be the dog That big as a giant, with snaky locks, And the wild eyes, and nostrils stretch'd and blown. Ha! this is right. 3D PUPIL. 'Tis like a Titan, Michael. None but thyself can master these great shapes MICHAEL. Ha, ha! There, give it me, good Giacomo. Shall I not copy it ? 3D PUPIL. MICHAEL. : Surely but take heed: But steal the spirit, as old Prometheus won Breathe through the bosom and the sinewy shape. O the rich sleep! Couldst thou not cozen her MICHAEL. Methought I lived three thousand years ago, And in my dream I heard black Memnon playing: Enchanted from her chamber the coy Dawn. He sang, too Torpid upon O such songs! Silence, who lay Stirr'd and grew human: from its shuddering reeds Didst dream all this? RAFFAELLE. MICHAEL. Ay, Raffaelle; and so gazed |