[They pass out.
LUCREZIA.
I am so thankful ...
That chasm—the marbles in their deadly blocks,
I feel them as their falling were on me.
Cesare! [He comes out of the chamber.
CESARE.
Pearl, how white!
LUCREZIA.
But you are whiter far. You are not hurt?
Cesare, are you reeling? Take my hand.
CESARE.
Nothing—a chasm.... As from the pit of hell,
When I look up through this destruction, up!
I will not look. It is all over now;
That snatch of Chaos is an empty mouth.
The tower fell—four were killed above this room;
No matter there, nor who.... But have you thought,
Lucrezia, how brief our dazzled hours?
This tower a’crumble, had it buried him,
Instead of bruising! Diva, we are gods,
But all Olympus perishes with Jove,
And Jove we know must perish. Come away!
I will conduct you.