Poltroonery! Then, Poto,
Command his office.
[Returning.] Heaven has interposed.
[To Cesare, who advances.] Lord Cardinal Orsini
Is dead now....
CESARE.
Cantarella does not check.
It is game!
ALEXANDER.
Most sure. But, Cesare,
The joy, the fortune—he has died by nature,
And can be shown lying in simple death....
[Cesare laughs derisively.
Your coming struck him dead, fair basilisk.
Unshadow you.... The face!
CESARE.
No, I am soiled and marred.
I am not well.