Don Federico, she will never wed
Save as her father’s policy decrees;
She is a sainted daughter.
DON FEDERICO.
And a sister—
How would you rate her there?
CRISTOFERO.
It is the Duke himself
That banished her: he could not tolerate
The tears he caused to flow. If you would serve her,
Let those in Rome about His Holiness
Be taught she languishes for Rome; effect
Her swift recall. I will provide you taste
Sweetness of her sweet gratitude. I have served her
Through many bitter days and found her sweetness
As the perfume of her patience.
Enter Donna Lucrezia.
She approaches.
My orders are most strict: you must retire.
DON FEDERICO.
[After a profound obeisance.] But in the name of your whole escort, sovereign,
If we can aid——
[Lucrezia looks down on him and remains dumb.