VOICES.
What are you?
[He turns and fronts them.] The Lord Cardinal!
—The Pope’s son!
A FAR-OFF VOICE.
You are the brother of a ghost.
[Two Spanish Gentlemen of Cesare’s train pass and doff to him.
—Ugh, the Spaniards!
—Hidalgo!
—Moor!
—Infidel!
—Where is your cut-throat?
A BOY.
You are the Lord Cesar.
[Cesare goes up to the Boy and flings a chain round his neck.