CÆSAR
Now, mother, though thou love my brother more,
Am I not more thy son than he?
VANNOZZA
Not more.
CÆSAR
Have I more Spaniard in me—less of thee?
Did our Most Holiest father thrill thy womb
With more Italian passion than brought forth
Me?
VANNOZZA
Child, thine elder never was as thou—
Spake never thus.
CÆSAR
I doubt it not. But I,
Mother, am not mine elder. He desires
And he enjoys the life God gives him—God,
The Pope our father, and thy sacred self,
Mother beloved and hallowed. I desire
More.