No, no, Cesare.
There will be need to swiftly publish forth
A Brief to calm the people from their fear.
CESARE.
Lucrezia, but you lay
The cool of softest snow to my hot brain.
Our Queen of Beauty love you!
LUCREZIA.
Take some wine—
The light, white wine.... To-morrow we shall laugh
At this big rent.
CESARE.
Avernus, we shall laugh!
[They go out, the wind blowing on them from the gap.
SCENE II
The Vatican—a Loggia. Don Alfonso and Donna Lucrezia Borgia d’Aragon are seated together. There are peaches on a golden dish by them, a golden wine-jug and goblet. Two quails and a peacock sun themselves on the ground. A monkey plays with the ribbons of the Duchess’s dress; she wears white, with a green and gold veil twisted in her long hair.