ALEXANDER.
Prince of Squillace, you will hold the stirrup,
And in your company take Don Alfonso.
ALFONSO.
My wife forbids me leave her.
LUCREZIA.
Nay, Lucrezia
Has never said forbid. I yield my husband
For just this hour, knowing that all his hours,
And mine—even Cesare’s—are but one glass
[Kissing the Pope’s hand.
This hand may run the sands of at its pleasure.
Go, and be mannerly.
[Exeunt Don Joffré and Don Alfonso.