CHARLOTTE.
How sweet the fragrance!
CESARE.
Do not touch it, child!
Now, to be plain, I hear you pleaded hard
That I should be your bridegroom. Have you courage
To mate this dreaded Cesar?
CHARLOTTE.
Since Carlotta
Refuses you.... [Cesare starts up.
If you will have the truth,
As among royal princes, I am chosen
To wed you by the King and by my father.
CESARE.
[Letting his hand fall softly on her.
Princess, this is a colloquy of love.