Shall you, from prayer?
To-night you look a sibyl.
Who did this deed?
LUCREZIA.
Let Juan play the lute;
You must have music through these restless nights.
How lost you look!
CESARE.
You startled me. How lost!
[He closes his eyes.
LUCREZIA.
[Stealing away to Adriana.] He is dreaming; he has quite forgotten me.
Come, Adriana, soft! As an astronomer
He must not be disturbed: he is quite lost.
SCENE V
The Pope’s Bedroom in the Borgia Apartments at the Vatican.