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By welcome of his brother out of Spain.

I did him wrong.

Good kinsman, you have taught me

To dry my tears ... and I have still a son.

Fetch me again the little dish of food,

The wine.... I am grown faint.

See that this bruit

Come never to his mother. He is all

To her as if he were her eldest born.

God knows my love to him is infinite!

But—bid him keep his palace. I forbid

His presence here.... My sins have plunged my children

In death and hell, and I must live alone.

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The Vatican; Sala dei Pontifici.

The Lord Alexander VI. is enthroned. The Lord Cardinal Cesare Borgia stands before him, defiant.

How dare you thus intrude?

But it is rumoured

It is your will

The Lord Ascanio Sforza be your legate

In this affair of Naples.

Ay, my will.

Your Holiness will recollect he lies

Under suspicion of Giovanni’s death.

You send a blood-stained envoy on this business,

And thrust me from my place. You have yourself

To thank for your Giovanni’s death; the honours