CESARE.
Lampoons
Debase our currency.
ALEXANDER.
Hoo, hoo! [Reading.] “The New Mahomet,
Antichrist”—with his treasure lumped in jewels
A little Duchess wears. Ha, ha!
CESARE.
Plague me no more! You shall find all grown still.
Nascitur magnus ordo. ...
But to achieve my work! Italian Vergil,
How much to do, how much!... I must have time,
Have time before me, a wide path,
A silent; I must have my soldiery,
Sons of the sheepfold, of the vineyard: time
And patience and no noise, no sleep, no hastening,
No languor. This new order is my will;
It is beautiful.
Guard deep my plot, my secret.
We breathe combined?
ALEXANDER.
[Nodding.] Letters?
CESARE.
[Kissing the Pope’s hand.] Each instant
I need your counsel or may do you good,
Sending good news.