CESARE.
What of our mother
In my alliance? Dead forgetfulness!
O Beauty, we are passing on our ways
Of policy; we must pass eagle-eyed,
For we have thrones to conquer.
Curse your Naples!
I would be wedded there.
LUCREZIA.
[Stroking his eye-brows.] There I am wedded;
Therefore no curse.
CESARE.
[Suddenly turning and resting his elbow on her knee.
Lucrece, do you like this boy
We call your husband? Will he move your love;
Will you forget your godhead?
LUCREZIA.
Do not forget that you yourself have chosen
My husband for me.