[He moves a little towards her. Paulo, with clenched hands, is held back by Lucia.
Lucia
(To Medici.) My Lord! (To Paulo.) Oh, Paulo, hold yourself! Am I so little to you?
Medici
And this increase of beauty makes me remember something I had—(to Lucia) as you say—forgotten. To see him who robbed me become my dependant—would have the true Grecian touch of comedy. (Turns abruptly to Paulo with changed tone.) Salviati—before the light fails, will you now dip your brush in the gold and scarlet we suggested?
Paulo
Never! Even in fading light I see only truth.
Lucia
Ah! Oh!
Medici