ALEXANDER.
Expressly, till the recreant be slain.
He dies within my thoughts a several death
Each time I front the dark where he is lost.
God damn him deeper every day! Search, search!
[Exit Governor.
His mule, and at that spot! Gaspare, breathe around
The Palace, bribe the women. If a stab
From jealousy—we stop the inquisition.
Mea culpa, mea culpa!
Enter the Lord Francesco Borgia.
O Francesco,
What do you bear so carefully—the Host?
CARDINAL BORGIA.
Nay, but a little food.
ALEXANDER.
I cannot eat.
Gaspare, bear it from the room. Go all
Away from me!