CAESAR

Ah, my lord and brother, didst thou now,
Were this not thankless? God--our father's God -
Guide thee! [Exit FRANCESCO.
He goes, and thanks me not. Our sire,
What says the God that lives upon thy lips
And withers in thy silence?

LUCREZIA

Vex him not,
Caesar. Thou seest he is weary.

ALEXANDER

Yea. Come ye
With me. Bethink thee, Caesar. Vex me not.

Exeunt ALEXANDER, VANNOZZA, and LUCREZIA.

CAESAR

Thou wilt not bid me this, I think, again,
Father.

Enter MICHELOTTO

Thou art swift of speed at need. I bade thee
Abide my bidding.