The coiner was dragged away blaspheming. He would have preferred a moderate dose of the rack; but the standard set by his sentence elicited a murmur of popular approval. From all, that is to say, but Tassino, who saw his own fate looming big by comparison. He rose and looked about him desperately, as if he contemplated bolting. The spectators edged together. He whinnied. Suddenly the stranger’s voice swooped upon him like a hawk:— ’Man’s image shall be restored; restore thou God’s.’ The little wretch screamed in a sudden access of passion:— ’I don’t know what you mean! Leave me alone. It was his own fault, I say. Why did he insult me?’ ’Restore thou this image of God his sight,’ said Bembo quietly. ’You know I cannot!’ ’Thou canst not? Then an eye for an eye, as it was spoken. Take ye this wicked thing, good officers, and blind him even as he blinded the poor armourer.’ A vibrant sound went up from the spectators, and died. Messer Ludovico veiled his sight, and, it might be said, his laughter. Tassino was seen struggling and crying in the half-fearful clutch of his gaolers. ’Thou darest not! Dogs! Let me go, I say. What! would ye brave Madonna? Lord Duke, lord Duke, help me!’ ’To repentance, my poor Tassino,’ cried Galeazzo, leaning lustfully forward. ’I trow thy part on earth is closed.’ The little monster could not believe it. This instant fall from the heights! He was flaccid with terror as he fell screeching on his knees. ’Mercy, good stranger! Mercy, dear lord saint! The terror! the torture! I could not suffer them and live. O, let me live, I pray thee!—anywhere, anyhow, and I will do all; make whatever restitution you impose.’ As he prayed and wept and grovelled, the Saint looked down with icy pity on his abasement. ’Restitution, Tassino!’ he cried, ’for that murthered vision, for that ruined virtue? Wouldst thou even in thine impiousness arrogate to thyself such divine prerogatives? Yet, in respect of that reason with which true justice doth hedge her reprisals, the Duke’s mercy shall still allot thee an alternative. Sith thou canst not restore his honour or his eyes to poor Lupo, thou shalt take his shame to wife, and in her seek to renew that image of God which thou hast defaced. Do this, and only doing it, know thyself spared.’