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Monk. No; for the Scripture menNo II.
tions no such thing. But what then?
Galileo. Why then, you must admit Galileo in the Inquisition. that time teaches things which were
unknown before. Galileo. So you are come to close the Monk. That is possible enough. shutters of my window before night- But now things are different; for my fall. Surely these bars are strong head is gray, and I have no faith in enough. I would fain have the con- new discoveries. solation of viewing the heavens after Galileo. We know not what time it is dark. My sleep is unquiet and may bring about. Perhaps the earth short, for want of exercise ; and when my wet be weighed. I lie awake, the roof of my prison pre- Xonk. Go on-you shall receive no sents nothing but a sable blank. "Do interruption from me. You perceive not, I beseech you, conceal from me that I only smile gently and goodthe blue vault, and those hosts of naturedly when you talk in this manlight, upon which I still love to gaze ner. in spite of all my troubles.
Galileo. What is the matter? what Monk. You must not see the stars. makes you look so wise ? It is the stars which have put you
Monk. Never mind. Go on. wrong. Poor man! to think the earth Galileo. What is the meaning of was turning round.
this extraordinary look of tenderness Galileo. Alas! alas ! Is it for this and benignity, which you are attempt. that I have studied ?
ing to throw into your features. Monk. Do you suppose, that if the Monk. When I consider what is earth had been turning all this while, your real condition, it moves my pity. the sea would not have drowned every For my part, when the Cardinals made living soul? I put this to you, as a so much ado about your writings, I simple question, and level with the always thought they were trifling with most ordinary capacity.
their office. Galileo. My good friend, you know Galileo. I wish you would convince that I have recanted these things, and them of that; for all I desire is, to therefore it is needless for me to dis- have the privilege of looking through pute farther upon the subject. my telescopes, and to live quietly
Monk. Your books were burnt at without doing harm to any man. I Rome, which, in my opinion, was an pray you, allow the window to remain idle business. In a few years they open; for darkness is gathering, and would have turned to smoke of their Jupiter already blazes yonder through own accord. 'Tis the way with all the twilight. So pure a sky !--and to new discoveries, for I am an old Chris- be debarred from my optical contriva tian, and have seen the fashion of the ances. world before now.
Monk. Study the Scriptures, my Galileo. Do you suppose that glass son, with care and diligence, and you windows were used in the time of will have no need of optical contriv. Adamn?