[He gives his hand.
Why are you come? You scarcely fear me now.
Welcome!
MACCHIAVELLI.
Your Excellence, to bid farewell.
To-morrow I depart.
CESARE.
Why are you come?...
Ah, I am cheap! All use me as the poor
Burn forest—ecco!
No diplomacy!
Why should you bid farewell to me you ruined,
Delaying your safe-conduct to my troops?
You triumph?
MACCHIAVELLI.
I am curious, Excellence!
And I must watch you, if I will or not.
CESARE.
A prodigy, a monster!