Lucia
You are so calm, so quiet. You terrify. I would fear your anger less. Oh, my great Paulo, my dear, listen to me one moment. This family—this man—vile though he be—loves art and beauty, and in so far is not—Oh, I mean—oh, Paulo, it is his ceilings, his palace, his help to your career that have betrayed me! You could bring Greece to life in Venice—and for ever. Think not of him. Think only of your beauty—lighting the world when he is dust——
Paulo
(Quietly.) Is my art so poor a thing—have you so misunderstood it—that you think it is for sale?
Lucia
(Distraught.) Have I done that!
[Medici turns from the picture to Paulo.
Medici
(With reverence.) You have been taught of the Gods—the Gods of Greece.
Paulo