Djem, Djem! let us stay here awhile. We must rest, for our night has been a busy one. How pale the morning looks, the girls unsunned, and the church chilly!
DJEM.
You do not look pale. You look very handsome, dressed as a Turk.
CESARE.
I shall never look so handsome in this dress again; it will never be so indecent. It is as if a wench were clad as generalissimo—a Cardinal in these fair war-colours. The very broideries have a courage in them. How bold they are! How they glitter!
DJEM.
You should fight with us in our army.
CESARE.
[Putting his arm round Djem’s neck.] You shall fight with me in my army. We have borne such witness against ourselves, and in places where the Cardinals might recount our misdoings, that to-morrow in Consistory, when I make appeal, they will release me from my vow.