MICHELOTTO.
My lord, I cannot warrant
Some little noise may lucklessly escape.
CESARE.
Myself I will be present if you palter,
Will watch his features crying for the air.
Swift, swift—— [He goes into the Borgia Tower.
MICHELOTTO.
His fangs drip blood!
But she shall not suspect.
To the dark with me.
[He thrusts the door wide open into the passage and hides behind it.
Duke Cesare re-enters, his right arm round Donna Lucrezia Borgia d’Aragon, while his left hand grips Donna Sancia Borgia, Princess of Squillace. The door is fastened behind them by Michelotto.
SANCIA.
Loose, loose! It bites my wrist.
Why do you bring us here?