Ah, Lucifer—his creature Michelotto!
I hate these dun, blue eyes:
This executioner, with trains of ghosts
And drops of gore behind him for a trail.
MICHELOTTO.
Your Holiness,
Will you be private with his Excellence?
ALEXANDER.
Cousin, retire! [Exit Cardinal Borgia.
We are in privacy.
[Michelotto bows and retires. The Pope seats himself.
’Tis Camerino first to be besieged....
Ah, and the secret spring upon Urbino—
My leopard!—that must come to me as news!
Enter Duke Cesare de Valentinois della Romagna.
Cesare, you have plighted oath of freedom
To that fair boy below.