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I speak out of my flesh. I have gone ever cursing

The tonsure where the helmet should have been.

I am a man-at-arms, the jangling glories

Of panoply are dearer than the bell

That dins the raising of God’s sacrifice.

Come, Messer Bernardino, you can mingle

Your saints with Pagan bulls and goddesses

Who love their gods by Nile.

Cesar!

Enter the Lord Cardinal Cesare Borgia.