Then you will be no longer Christian?
CESARE.
Look there, look at those yellow-garbed Marani. To save life and limb they pay me monies—money for a journey to France. Oh, look at them! They groan, and I am the cause. [With a gay laugh.] I am a Christian. [He sits on the stone bench.] By the Holy Keys, I could bury myself in these trousers! They almost bury you, and your five daily meals with the sugared water as preamble! What an elephant you are, Djem, in your thirty thousand yards of linen! If I could walk like you! It is the measured step of the elephant and the beat of a Venetian chorus.... Then you have killed four people—Ecco!
DJEM.
Ha, ha, ha!
CESARE.
Your eyes are half-closed, but I can see a bluish, glistening sword.... Four victims!
[His hand touches his hilt.
DJEM.
Will you take me into your church? They are staring at you, these little girls. You go far.