Dios! This cruelty—this treachery!
Lucia
No, no, no. Paulo, do not think of me——
Paulo
It is too late. (To Medici, with effort.) Your vile scheme means this, then: that I submit my art to your paid dictation, become your creature, or you will—(struggles violently). Let me free! (to Men). This bastard is not fit to live.
A Man
Hush! He is a Medici—Cosimo’s own brother.
Medici
My gondola waits. My new Palazzo lies but half an hour distant—ready to welcome its first fair ornament.