Lucia
(Hand on his arm.) Paulo! Paulo!
Medici
At your service, Signor Salviati. (To Lucia.) Signora bellissima! Am I too early still? My promise—you remember—I was impatient to fulfil it.
Paulo
Promise! What can a Prince of the Medici promise to my wife?
Medici
(Gravely.) That which only the proudest painter may receive gladly from a humble prince: appreciation of his work.
Paulo
(Coldly.) My work is not done for the appreciation of princes. I have no work to show.