No. In his munificence
Lord Cardinal Orsini on his mistress
Bestowed this wonder; at his mother’s prayer
It is presented to you for the boon
That she herself prepare his food. O Father,
She fed him in his helpless infancy;
Now, in his danger and imprisonment,
Create for her afresh the power sweet nature
Endowed her with, at need.
ALEXANDER.
[Gazing at the pearl.] Arched, various,
Of shower, of cloud, sun-braving, sun-embroidered,
The breast-drop of a goddess!... All your prayer!
THE BOY.
The order—now?
ALEXANDER.
The order from my hand.
Poto....
He re-enters.
Bring pen and parchment.
It wooes—ah, it assails! [Exit Poto.
Abundance of enchantment!
Poto re-enters.