[Turning to the Cardinals.
Francesco, there is flutter in your robe,
You crane your neck. What of the cavalcade?
CARDINAL BORGIA.
We cannot see it yet.
CARDINAL SEGOVIA.
We can but see the flags
Beating the sky about Sant’ Angelo.
CARDINAL MICHELE.
The cavalcade itself we shall not see,
Not till the cannon roar at its approach.
[The Pope sinks down exhausted in his chair and closes his eyes.