LOUIS.
Mon Duc de Valentinois,
I bring our Dian’s youngest nymph, our Queen’s
Sixteen-year maiden. Grow acquainted! Lotta,
You will be well contented with this bridegroom,
As young as he is handsome.
[Cesare kisses her hand and leads her to a couch, sitting by her.
CESARE.
Madame, we are wedded,
A maytime couple, in two days.
Lord Giuliano, tell his Holiness:
Do not delay your letters.
LOUIS.
Come with me and write them,
Monseigneur Jules.
[They withdraw, leaving Cesare and Charlotte d’Albret together. Cesare remains passive: he holds a golden ball of perfume, snuffs, and plays with it.
CESARE.
So is the world my bauble....