You knew your destiny. You saved me the tedium of a siege.
[To Djem, pointing to the sellers of melons, peaches, grapes, and almonds, who clamour round.
Djem, they are too forward. Can you not beat them off?
DJEM.
A nut, a nut! But, my gentle ones, a nut! A pistacchio for these teeth. I bite the nut; then I bite you.
[He draws them, laughing, after him among the booths.
SANCIA.
You are bold—a Turk at mass! But I adore the purple. Young Cardinal d’Este grows in my favour. He has eyes.... [In a sudden fawning voice.] But his eyes are not silver, they are brown, brown as Giovanni’s.
CESARE.
Then to be extinguished.