Come and behold Montecchi and Cappelletti, 619 Monaldi and Fillippeschi, careless man! 620 Those sad already, and these doubt-depressed! Come, cruel one! come and behold the oppression Of thy nobility, and cure their wounds, And thou shalt see how safe is Santafiore! 621 Come and behold thy Rome, that is lamenting, 622 Widowed, alone, and day and night exclaims, “My Caesar, why hast thou forsaken me?” Come and behold how loving are the people; And if for us no pity moveth thee, Come and be made ashamed of thy renown! And if it lawful be, O Jove Supreme! 623 Who upon earth for us wast crucified, Are thy just eyes averted otherwhere? Or preparation is’t, that, in the abyss Of thine own counsel, for some good thou makest From our perception utterly cut off? For all the towns of Italy are full