CESARE.
[Suddenly still and turning.] One kiss, but not farewell—
One kiss here in the Vatican!
ALEXANDER.
[Shaking his pastoral staff at Cesare.] O Traitor,
My temporal power would over-reach me thus?
The last kiss from the Vatican will float
Out from the window yonder where I watch
The last long arrow-streak of your array
Toward Castelnovo. It will be a kiss,
And fly like autumn cranes to Africa.
[Exeunt Cesare and Lucrezia.
Gone, gone!
Here gather all the Cardinals.
The Sacred College enters.
Quick, to the window....
[Lifting Rodrigo.] Up, my little man,
And see your mother leave us.
Ha, how trim
She sits, beside her Cesare, how grand!
I shall take journey
In April to Ferrara.... What if never,
If never I should see her any more!...
My lord Antoniotto,
That is a sight Vergilian gods would praise!
SCENE IV
A room in the Castle of Sant’ Angelo.