ALEXANDER.
Heigh, sentinels,
What recognition of this enemy
Who takes so easily our sacred streets,
For whom our women don their best attire?
[He shakes with laughter.
This is too scandalous! The balconies,
The heads in wreaths—the mothers and the daughters—
Fie! But the mothers do not move me.
[Turning to Giulia Farnese whom Sancia has awaked.
Giulia,
Look forth, my child. No, do not fix your gaze
On me, on what I look at.
GIULIA.
Holiness,
I fix my eyes on you that you may fix
Your eyes full on La Bella.
ALEXANDER.
Ha, ha! Morning dew
Salutes us with more dazzle than at eve.
Sleep has been kind.