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I come. Oh, my Lord Bonafede,

The sword is in your charge....

And see this picture—

The Borgian Bull,

A victim at its feet. The flames are blown;

There will be sacrifice! It was a dream

I told to Messer Bernardino....

[To Poto.] Swift, Come swiftly to the Vatican! Giovanni— Well, is he dead, or will he yet return?