GIULIA.
But I am drowsy still.
It is not well I should so early stir;
And I must sleep; I am so young.
ALEXANDER.
A flower—
You please me well—a poppy-lidded flower!
Lord Cardinals,
With your lynx-eyes what do you track beyond
The open street?
CARDINAL MICHELE.
Standards, long lances
At Ponte Milvio.
ALEXANDER.
Ha! We shall be surprised:
This victor travels as he made retreat.
Come, Joffré, you have learnt your part: or is it
Alfonso plays the squire when he alights?
But start each one of you; in rivalry
Toil for the privilege.
ALFONSO.
To hold the stirrup!
I must decline: I cannot stoop so far.