CESARE.
Spain! You would threaten France?
Diavolo,
It is a game of patience quivering
Upon its leash....
ALEXANDER.
Are all the rebel-mercenaries slaughtered?
CESARE.
Of the Orsini only one—Giordano
Braves us at Bracciano.... Some one knocks.
Send them away. [He hides in a further closet.
ALEXANDER.
Enter!