That the King hangs his wrist upon your shoulder,
That you have won all hearts, all company,
And now a bride is won—the Fleur-de-Luce.
CESARE.
More! I have royal pledge
Of aid to raise an army that will conquer
The Castles of Romagna for the Church.
GIULIANO.
I give you joy, seeing you never yet
Have formed a line of battle, grouped your pieces....
CESARE.
Did Mercury have lessons for the lyre,
Or Hercules in wrestling? Were they not born
Each to his art’s perfection?
GIULIANO.
Rarely spoken!
Re-enter King Louis with Mademoiselle Charlotte d’Albret.