CESARE.
We cannot:
For his physicians said he would not die,
But live, as pertinacious as a weed.
It cannot and it shall not be a secret
Why he was killed.
ALEXANDER.
[Turning sharply back on Cesare.] By whom?
CESARE.
By me.
[Alexander covers his face. A strange sound, half-moan, half-sob, breaks from him. There is long silence; then the Pope looks at Cesare with a pale, aged face.
ALEXANDER.
The boy
Was young and fair; but scarcely crossed your path.