CÆSAR
Whither? Am not I
Hinge of the gate that opens heaven—that bids
God open when my sire thrusts in the key—
Cardinal? Canst thou dream I had rather be
Duke?
Enter Francesco
FRANCESCO
Wilt thou take mine office, Cæsar mine?
I heard thy laugh deride it. Mother, whence
Comes that sweet gift of grace from dawn to dawn
That daily shows thee sweeter?
CÆSAR
Knowest thou none
Lovelier?
VANNOZZA
My Cæsar finds me not so fair.
Thou art over fond, Francesco.
CÆSAR