WOMAN.
His sorrow was too great.
A BANKER.
There is festa about him. All Lent—that is not our Pope. And there is festa about the Bull-calves ... Vituli ... the same race!
A MELON-SELLER.
Melons, ripe melons!
[The Notary turns and reads to the people behind Pasquino. Laughter and murmurs. The market begins. Cesare and Sancia come out together from the church. Djem lingers in the porch, which gradually fills with people from inside the church.
SANCIA.
But you will lose her, Sultan Cesare, you will lose her. I am irresistible; and Lucrezia’s husband is my brother.