CESARE.
Mother, this is ill-behaved;
You are not quite yourself.
Give me your blessing....
Here is the sacred spot.
[He bends and points to his tonsure in the midst of his turban.
—Then pass away
To the dark shrines and weep!
Mother!
VANOZZA
[Shaking her head.] I have no blessing. I refuse.
CESARE.
Then pass away to the dark shrines and weep!
[Vanozza goes slowly up the steps to the church.
Hither, Lucrezia, hither! Through the market
For the last time while I am Cardinal!
Hither, sweet boon-fellow!