Let her join the masqueraders.
[Exit Cardinal Ippolito, dismissed by a gesture from
Sancia.
Djem, is not the devil in her eyes? Your captives gleam so when they are taken.
SANCIA.
You conduct me to Mass—is that your pleasure?
CESARE.
It is my pleasure to conduct you.
SANCIA.
An infidel, a bastard Paynim! The true breed does not flaunt it so licentiously. Sultan Djem, are you curious in our worship?