As you.
CESARE.
As I. Matutinal, fresh from the couch, and conducted by divinity to your prayers!
SANCIA.
We do not come from Mass.
CESARE.
Lord Cardinal, I must deliver you from the burthen of your sins. [Drawing Sancia to his side.] A Paynim to a Paynim.
CARDINAL IPPOLITO.
I was conducting the fair Princess home from a masquerade.