Chapter

 1 Pro,1|              was close beside him, he cried: ~~
 2 Pro,2|            God will forgive my sins?" cried the dying man, renewing
 3 Pro,2|              monk. ~"But, my father," cried Lorenzo, "Florence is free,
 4 Pro,2|             slave, Florence is poor," cried Savonarola, "poor in genius,
 5 Pro,2|              glory of my whole life?" cried Lorenzo dei Medici. ~"It
 6 Pro,2|               die as you have lived!" cried the monk, "in the midst
 7 1,2  |             no means of buying them?" cried the elder of the two women,
 8 1,2  |           will be a fine day for us!" cried Francesco. ~"And for Christendom,"
 9 3,2  |               his hands to heaven and cried, in the accents of satisfied
10 5,4  |         whither the pope had retired, cried out that the vanguard of
11 5,7  |                   Who has done this?" cried Caesar. "Tell me, and, by
12 5,7  |               I ask for no promises," cried Rosa; "I ask for revenge." ~"
13 6,3  | standard-bearer. "France, France!" he cried aloud, to rally round him
14 11,5 |                Most serene lords," he cried, "I am come to bid you farewell,
15 13,5 |           went out on the balcony and cried out to the leader of his