I fear one thing only for you—poverty. You should have everything.
Paulo
I have. Everything that matters to an artist, and its name is inspiration.
[Looks with passionate admiration at her.
Lucia
(With growing agitation.) You left Florence for my sake. But for me, the great Princes—(with an effort) the Medici—would have helped.
Paulo
(Brusquely.) We agreed—(pretended severity)—solemnly, you remember—never to mention your princely lover’s name. Nothing stops good painting like jealousy, and at that name I see blood.
Lucia
(Smiling.) Our Palace is too poor to house even that thin ghost. You have no need to think of jealousy.