Apollo!
LUCREZIA.
[Smiling.] Leave him to his spokes.
I will report you diligent, my lords.
CARDINAL SEGOVIA.
Your blessing, Holy Father! [Laughing, she gives it.
So the beam
Of heaven bears down a dove. [Kissing her finger-tips.
CARDINAL MICHELE.
Your blessing!
Christ heal me!
[He lays his hand on his heart and goes out with Cardinal Segovia.
LUCREZIA.
Clarice, I am almost dozing!
This gold sun heaps me with such weight of gold.
Leave me and lay out the white satin robe—
No, for a warmth may rest upon my whiteness
A little space: I dance to-night in black,
With rubies of their violence grasping pearls,
With these ancestral drops of my old duchy.
Give me the verses on our Borgian Bull
That Porcius wrote—that little book. My eyes
Will rest on it half-closed and full of ease,
As sunny cats that stretch themselves to dream.