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There.

Your messenger was expected.

Drink some more wine.

Follow us, Cheney.

Captain Yves Dalek, in the service of His Majesty, King Louis V.

You can tell me of your valor in the capital port.

That you can create.

What is your news in France?

I have 4 ,000 men here under my command.

My own troops and those of my Lord Paolo and his brother Giulio, who are engaged

to serve me.

But I shall not move from Rome until I have your promise from the King.

I have it here in my Lord's book, under his feet.

His Majesty has consented to respect 2 ,000 infantry and 300 men at arm.

The Lancers impress the country people that they have little value in a siege.

What are two of them?

Take care of that, Fulcan.

Great cannon.

Your Majesty has given no precise undertaking, but I will convey your

Siege cannon.

As much as he can spare.

Bombards. Full ammunition.

For our part, what have we undertaken to him?

You mean, what have I undertaken on your behalf?

My Lord Duke. No, no. You have a right to know.

Tell my Lord Paolo, Captain.

What I have promised the king.

The duke of Valentinoir has engaged himself to secure free passage for the

armies of France to reconquer the state of Naples, for which he will contribute

a fourth under his own command and secure the recognition of his holy land.

The thing, there's nothing here to injure the Orsinians.

It's your enemies, the colonists, who must beware. But you have the support of

his whole... Captain de Lègue knows nothing about family quarrels.

But he can tell you that what I say is true.

My Lord Duke, I need no assurance but from yourself.

How, Lord?

Trust no one who has a reason to deceive you.

Captain de Lake has none.

When do you return to the king?

Tomorrow, my Lord Duke.

Tell your messenger to come with me and I'll send a message to his majesty.

When you return, there will be no need for secrecy.

We can show you the glories of Rome.

There is only one whose beauty I hope to see.

Your sister, the Lady Lucrezia.

She's not in Rome.

I speak only as an humble Frenchman.

Then is Rome empty.

I was only talking to myself.

Not as I did when I had the fever.

I talk to myself when I'm alone. It's only madness.

How long has it been since I wrote to Vincenzo asking him to send the clothes?

It is but three days. A week.

Not too long.

Little Rodrigo will have nothing.

I left Vincenzo 500 ducats and ordered him to pay for the mass for my husband's

soul.

Throw stones into the well and we never hear the splash.

What has happened on the road to Napy? It's not 50 miles.

It is a bad road.

That is the first time, Madonna, I have made you laugh since we came to Napy.

I think if you would make me laugh from now on, you should always be serious.

I will write again.

From this window you can see the road.

But you cannot see Vincenzo riding along on his mule with a chest of clothes.

I shall write again to Rome.

To my father.

Where have you been?

Where did you go to?

Nobody can find you till afternoon.

You have turned nightly today. I thought the ladies who danced for us last night

gave you some entertainment.

Ladies? Yes, but we rose at six o 'clock. Oh, one admires your vigor, Holy

Father. Age makes no difference to me, but you are young.

How do you manage your campaign?

You cannot sleep all day.

It's the campaign I came to speak about.

The papal treasury are making difficulties over the sums authorized.

Difficulties? For four years we have kept the only office free on debt.

I think they never saw before.

We have increased the income.

How much money do you need to maintain the army?

What sum each day?

A thousand ducats.

Oh.

We shall create new cardinals.

That's the easiest way.

The college will accept ten or a dozen.

And some of them will pay as much as 20 ,000 for a cardinal's hat.

I could let Marco Cornaro. That will please Venice.

And you must have some Spaniards, too.

Come here, Cesare.

Cesare, come here.

It wasn't Venice we've been thinking of since we rose this morning.

Look, here are the cities you will take.

Pisa, Rimini, Fiennes.

Now, we can make Venice understand.

You do not threaten her.

But Ferrara.

Even by accident, you might cross the border.

It is Ferrara we must be sure of.

Have you thought of that?

I wrote to Duke Eccles on my last campaign.

If we can find some way to make an alliance with the Duke.

An alliance?

Yes.

His son lost his wife.

A fine young soldier.

24. Handsome.

A marriage.

Between Alfonso d 'Este and Lucrezia.

It's impossible.

It's impossible.

She refused even to come to Rome. She wrote to us again.

And she signed herself the most unhappy lady.

Of course, she will not return while you are here. And it's a match that could

never be arranged.

Alfonso Detti of Porare. Why Alfonso?

Alfonso, the very name she must forget.

They could have called the boy by any other.

But think of the advantage it will bring us.

The territory between Venice and Romania, always secure.

And Lucrezia.

The Duchess of Ferrara.

Holy Father, he is the hereditary prince. He's the legitimate prince, the

legitimate son of the proudest family in Italy. Without you we're proud.

Without daughter.

Cesare, you can be bought like any other man.

It is Lucrezia.

You must be persuaded.

You can persuade her.

She will never see me.

She will not agree if we approach her first.

But she's lonely.

Her letter tells us that.

And you are on your way to Pesaro with your army.

It is not far to turn aside as if of an impulse.

You are the brother she loved the best.

Blood of her blood.

And you marched to war.

Take Cicero away.

How can I pray to the Virgin when he's watching me?

He means no harm, my lady.

Yes, but he's not a good confessor.

He looks into my eyes and I'm ashamed.

Angelina.

My lady.

Do you have a lover?

Sometimes I think I'm cursed because I can't forget.

It doesn't matter.

Leave me and I will pray.

Madonna! Madonna!

It is the Duke Valentino. A party of horsemen with the Duke amongst them.

Cesare.

Why has he come?

The company has gone, my lord.

Excuse me.

You drink good wine.

I'm glad it pleased with you.

In the Vatican, our wine is inferior.

Scarcely fit to wash down the sacred host.

But in the Vatican, our host is sacred.

Here you are not.

Good night, Cesare.

I came to tell you.

What?

That you've won.

You may go back to Rome on your own terms.

A respected widow in your own right.

That's what you asked?

That's what the Holy Father has promised to give.

He sent you to tell me that.

And you, Cesare, what do you say?

Your letters were to him.

You asked me for nothing.

What could I ask of you?

I remembered how my husband died.

On your order. You could have asked my life.

I would have given it.

I didn't want your life.

Here you have none.

You dress in black. You eat of earthenware.

Like a good Spanish widow.

But you drink good wine.

I know you, Lucia.

As you know me.

And you're burning to live again.

An old man.

Sits in the Vatican.

Mumbling paternostics.

Soon he'll be dead.

You and I, Lucia, we can take the world.

And I shall take it.

In the whole of Italy, I shall be king.

And what will you make me?

Myself.

We can be faithful to each other and each other.

You will go back to Rome.

And I march on to Pesaro.

You'll take Pesaro?

But not the little husband who ran away from you.

Giovanni Sforza has already fled. We shall take the city without a battle.

Giovanni was never brave.

We could be ourselves.

Good night, Lucia.

I shall go back to Rome.

You are safe and well.

We pray for you.

And the child?

It was.

Though discomforted by the journey, there became only a little way to swim.

This storm will never cease.

It was worse five years ago.

When Tyre burst his banks.

And you were blamed for that, as ever.

Now you're here.

Sun will shine.

Flowers will appear.

Birds will sing.

I have such great plans for you. You have such a future.

Yes, I know. Cesare told me.

But it's impossible.

Why do you say impossible?

It's better to remain single if you bring only misfortune to your husband.

We should believe in evil stars, which we do not.

The Borgia star is rising in the Romanian.

Caesar has taken Pesaro, has taken Rimini.

Only Faenza will rout against him, but he will take Faenza too.

When the rains have ceased, Prince Alfonso Lester

will be there to witness the bombardment.

It will be such a great inheritance for you, my children.

fell short again

How long they've defied you.

Of course, the people of Faenza were all strangely loyal to the Manfredis.

It doesn't really annoy you to be defied by a lad who's not yet 17.

He's as brave as young.

I want to make him a captain in my army.

Story, Manfredi.

Well, no doubt he'll be happy with any future outside the walls of Castel Sant

'Angelo.

Caterina Sforza.

Hmm.

I promise you, Prince Afonso, I will release the Madonna of Forlì when she's

ready to resign her cities to the Holy See.

But not before.

She's an obstinate woman.

I'm sorry you find her difficult.

My wife, of course, was a sforza.

Yes, I know.

I think the Duke, your father, recently received a letter from His Holiness the

Pope.

About the future of our two families.

Do you know my sister, Isabella?

The Marchesa d 'Este Gonzaga.

We haven't met.

She has a passion for antiquities.

Nothing under 400 years old is of any interest to her at all.

One can understand that, I suppose.

More of your guns.

That was a hit.

The past is easily destroyed.

Though much of the present would prefer not to exist.

The House of Borgia is of the present.

The House of Este has a noble past.

But which, my friends, is of the future? Fortune determines that. Fortune

determines nothing. We do.

I am of the future.

But a passion for antiquity.

May leave the heart of Ette crumble into dust.

I have an alliance with the Duke of France.

Where will you look for your defense?

Will you be threatened by Venice or myself when the Duke, your father, is no

more?

An alliance with the House of Borgia may be distasteful to your sister, the

Marchesa. It may be wise.

Strange discovery.

What?

I find that you and I have something in common after all.

However repellent is our duty, we shall each do what we must.

You to secure the future and I to preserve the past, but... You will do

duty, as the Duke your father tells you.

Oh, yes.

Of course.

They're coming out.

Remember, Valentino has ordered strike only if you must.

Romero and I will take care of the ladies.

Get me, my lady. If the horse should go.

Who are you?

Where are you taking me? Don't be concerned at all. You are in good hands.

You will soon be in the hands of someone even better. Who waits for you with

high desire?

Come. Right off.

I will not be separated from my maid.

Why have you brought me here?

Your master will pay for this.

The whole of Venice will be in arms. My lord, as you require.

Who is it?

What is this place?

Why have you bound my hands?

You forget, my lady. You scratch my face.

If you release me, I...

The birds are netted safe, my lord.

Only the falcon always go it.

I knew that you were on the road to Chervia.

You should have told me it was you.

It would have been unwise.

Your mother knew too much already.

Your maid I didn't trust.

And yet I couldn't let you go to Venice.

The marriage was against your will.

And will you hold me here against my will?

I cannot defend myself, you see that.

Oh, my lord, promise me that you will hold me.

Dorothea, your hands are tied.

It is impossible to conceive your holiness in what part of hell such a

could be committed.

All Venice is outraged.

The lady had been recently married in Arvino.

Her husband is Giambattista Caracciolo, a captain of infantry in the Venetian

army.

She was on her way to join him. You say, recently married?

By proxy, Your Holiness.

Forgive me, Your Eminence.

How old is Dorothea?

I know only that she is young and most beautiful.

And her gallant husband?

I believe, Your Holiness, he is a nobleman of some fifty years.

This matter is beyond our understanding.

The Duke, we are sure, is as distressed as we are.

For to give offence to Venice at this time especially is contrary to his

interest and, I believe, to his desire.

It was not enough to offend Venice to satisfy your lust.

Why did you threaten Florence? No, it would displease the King of France. To

satisfy my captains, Paolo and Giulio Orsini.

It was too high a price.

I needed you in Rome.

Why do you ignore our messengers?

In a few days, the French army will be here themselves, and you should be here

with them. Since I am here, Holy Father, what does the letter say?

You calculate bargains like a tradesman.

He demands 200 ,000 ducats for Lucrezia's dowry in remission of Ferran

the Holy See.

We can name any price, so long that... You know what Alfonso said when the

marriage was proposed?

He told his father that if he wanted horse, he could find them in the

of Ferrara without bringing them into the palace from Rome.

You'll not find one as gracious as Lucretio.

Say, sir, may you accept the insult to your sister?

If he marries her, the insult is no more.

That is a huge to me.

One by one, the proud families of Italy bow to the name of Borgia.

Yes, we shall make him bow.

Louis can do it.

We should not give recognition to Louis' rights in Naples till Duke Hercules

signs the marriage contract.

He shall submit to us.

What does Lucrezia say?

She wouldn't talk of it at first.

Now it is strange.

The more the Duke demands for a dowry, the more it seems to please her.

the more she takes with her to Ferrara.

Yes.

Women are of course.

We believe that.

Now, there is something else.

It pleases her to make us pay to let her go.

Why? Maybe her revenge.

Revenge?

There is a child in Rome.

Well, I didn't think of it.

Well, you're not about to reproach yourself.

Having abducted the married woman of the wrong... My mistress.

Why does she need revenge?

We shall lose her.

It's not that enough.

You have no pleasure in it.

You are the son of mine.

Holy Father?

You take no pleasure in your wife.

It's Sancia.

Let it be your excuse.

Women are all whores.

Sancia is in Naples, Holy Father, where you banished her.

What about our interest?

You think the kingdom of Naples had to be divided between France and Spain?

It was no fault of mine.

As soon as we learn of it, we roam to secure our interest in the land of

And yours as well.

Squillaci is your province, and it falls to Spain.

Your 40 ,000 ducats annually will still be paid.

In such affairs, being raped by Frenchmen, better leave the city and

in Squillaci.

She is its princess.

There are many Spaniards there who should supply their needs.

And more.

The ties with France were not of our choosing.

What will be, will be.

It's not the money only.

You surprise me.

You need enough.

It is the betrayal of the King of Naples.

Sanchez's uncle.

Who made an alliance with the Turks against us. Only because you threatened

We know the reason for what he did, and we know ours.

Joffrey!

I will not leave the table while we are speaking to you.

With your permission, Holy Father, I will go to bed.

There, go.

No one is waiting for you.

But tomorrow, you will ride out. Meet the French.

Made of rage, the boxers of the city. So, Roman girls will not be infected

the French disease.

But it pleased their captain to be received outside the wall by the Prince

Naples.

Bring him to us.

Bring him, Father?

Yes.

Captain Yves Delegge, commanding the armies of His Majesty of France.

Captain Paolo Orsini and Giulio Orsini, commanders of their forces in the

service of Duke Valentino.

Our sons, Paolo and Giulio, the triumph of your army in restoring to us the

cities of the Romagna has placed you high in our esteem.

God will reward you.

We humbly thank your holiness.

We desire only to be of service.

And he will serve us now against the state of Naples.

Master of ceremonies, I trust that the arrangements for the quartering of the

French army are well in hand.

Yes, holiness.

Shelter has been provided beyond the Ponte Milvio.

We've also given Captain Duleg 150 butts of wine, bread, meat, fruit,

eggs, and other necessaries.

And 14 prostitutes?

What the size of your army?

14 ,000 men, Your Holiness.

Oh, they are Roman women. They must serve.

Have you any request?

Your Holiness, but one.

His Majesty King Louis desires your clemency towards the prisoner, the

Caterina Sforza, whom Your Holiness has detained in the castle of Sant 'Angelo.

I was instructed, Your Holiness, to make this request as the officer to whom the

Madonna of Fule surrendered her person.

Catarina was an evil daughter to us.

She plotted against our life.

And she's charged with this offense.

But if His Majesty requests it, she'll extend our mercy to her when she has

surrendered to the Holy See, the charters of her cities.

I'm instructed, Holy Father.

that the Madonna now yields to this demand.

That is all we have ever asked.

Take her without blessing.

Madonna?

Captain Delacroix.

I am to conduct you to the house of the Cardinal of St Clemente, where the deeds

of a royalist must be signed.

You understand what is agreed?

Give me your arm.

I have been in Ireland.

My body is a little weak, I find, but not my spirit.

Through you I surrender my person to the king of France, but never to him.

To his holiness?

To the prince of hell, Jerry Borgia.

God help me to forget.

We were not deceived, Mr.

Bellingerie. The news you bring us is most joyful.

Duke Ercole asked me to convey to your holiness that Prince Alfonso has agreed

to his betrothal to Madonna Lucrezia with a full heart.

And to the terms?

100 ,000 ducats and golden bars.

And 100 ,000 in jewelry and precious things. The Duke accepts

the dowry.

Then he may sign the marriage contract with Ferrara without more delays.

There are certain matters, Your Holiness, still to be arranged.

I see none.

Duke Valentino has taken Capua.

The fall of Naples will be expected within the month.

Once the contract is signed, we shall invest King Louis with the kingdom.

What else must be agreed?

Nothing, Your Holiness, of substance.

Two hundred thousand ducats is substance enough.

It is a matter of some delicacy.

If Your Holiness will consent to join me, I observe just now the young person

concerning whose future Duke Hercule and Prince Alfonso have expressed concern.

Little Rodrigo, the child of a former marriage.

Be assured, Messer Belangeri, he shall be well provided for.

Beliger, stay with us. You're wrong.

Your holiness is gracious.

The son of the Duke of Bezeli is, I think, the only child to be considered.

The only child?

Your holiness will forgive me. One hears so many things. What things?

Come, Beligeri.

You may be playing with us if it affects the marriage.

Some three years ago, your holiness, The Duke received a report of the birth of

a child in Rome.

It came from Venice and was not, therefore, to be believed.

But it was said... A child was born.

What the Duke heard was true.

Your Holiness?

It was a child of an unmarried woman, one of my family.

We shall issue a bull to praise the matter beyond dispute on the day the

marriage is announced.

They're children of the House of Borgia, and they shall be well provided for.

Duke Hercules was wise to raise the matter.

It has been secret for too long.

Time has come.

Who is there, Angelina? Madonna to the Holy Father.

We came to speak with you. Nothing is wrong.

Is it my custom?

to bear ill tidings.

God is kind.

Louis and Cesare have entered Naples.

I have a letter from Duke Hercules.

Set your cheeks aflame with pride.

It tells us that God must have illuminated the heart of his holiness in

him to condescend to mingle his blood with that of the dastardly family.

And when I see such beauty...

I know that it is true. It is not true.

And truth then spies me.

But I shall change them when I'm Duchess of Faraway.

I shall be gentle in everything I do and go to mass every day and I shall make

them love me.

And you will never dance?

I'm tired of dancing.

As we shall never tired of seeing you.

But you will leave us since you are tired of Rome.

I came to tell you that I must leave Rome tomorrow to visit the customs of

colonists and the Caetani, which we have taken for their treachery.

Salmonetta shall bestow upon your child Rodrigo, but there are also your lands

at Napi.

You will take a splendid dowry to Ferrara, but you cannot take your lands.

You must bequeath them.

to someone of the house of Borgia, one that is most dear to us,

and we have determined who it shall be, one you have

not seen since he was born, but who will come to us when you have gone away,

and one, we pray, whom you will not despise.

He is here, waiting.

She will bring him in

Come

child

Giovanni

This lady is your dear sister

Madonna Lucrezia

You may kiss her hand.

Giovanni.

Thank you, Holy Father.

We shall be together for a little while.

Whilst I'm away... Cesare is in Naples. Who will have charge of your affairs

whilst you're gone?

We have appointed you, Grecia.

But I'm not worthy.

You are a Borgia.

Giovanni, we must show our gratitude to the Holy Father. You must kiss his hand.

Dear son, the world shall see how well we trust and honor

our dearest children.

Benedict.

You must speak.

Eminences, brothers, we salute you in the name of our Holy Father.

Long live our Holy Father!

Long live our beloved Madonna!

Long live the Anastasia!

What do you hear? My Lord, you... You are very strong. My Lord, you did it for

custom. We heard from Ferrara.

Our Lady is betrothed.

The Holy Father ordered it.

All Rome is celebrating.

Madonna gave me the dress.

She wore it this morning to give thanks to Santa Maria. And I must show the

people.

Yes.

Naples.

Rome is infallible, but not for me.

The word reached us only yesterday that I shall be Duchess of Ferrara.

And our Holy Father has ordered these celebrations.

Are you not glad?

It was your wish that I should marry the Prince Alfonso.

And you, you've taken Capua and Naples.

We have cause for celebration, surely.

Why do you say so?

The Holy Father issued a bull five days ago to legitimize your son, Giovanni. He

names me as the father.

The son of Cesare Borgia and an unmarried woman.

It was done for you and for all his children.

There is a secret bull that shows the truth. He admits there that he himself

fathered Giovanni.

So there shall be no stain. You named me as the father of your child.

Yours and his.

For Giovanni.

So he should remain a Borgia.

If the marriage was to be announced, provision had to be made. If you'd been

here, Cesare, I would have asked you.

But you weren't, so it was done.

How else could I be Duchess of Farrar?

When we took Capua, the town was

sacked.

The Gascon infantry looted a wine shop. They ran wild in the streets.

They killed everyone.

They raped the women. They raped the children.

They slit the bellies of every pregnant woman.

It was done for you.

Our names will be remembered.

They died for nothing else. God didn't hear them. They'll be dumped.

And nothing more.

Not you and I.

Cedric Borgia and Lucrezia. We will be remembered.

Only to me.

Not to him.

Our unholy father, praise to a nameless God.

Be good to the world, not the hereafter.

And your name eternal.

Is it enough?

I shall be dutiful for her. It is enough for me.

In name, but nothing more.

party of celebration on all since eve angels and demons we welcome to our

feast santa gloria and we shall dance

I never saw him. He wore a mask so my mother wouldn't know.

Holy Father, he would do anything.

He would perform such feats. He can bend a horseshoe with his bare hands.

I've seen him do it.

You should see. The sport has not yet begun.

Wait, wait, wait. You should see.

Angelica!

And the fastest whore shall win.

They shall

be timed. We shall time

them. Take off your clothes. Yes.

They shall pick up these in their teeth.

the chestnuts in your teeth.

You must pick up you must pick up every one or you go back to the beginning.

Holy Father, when you're in Ferrara, remember him in Rome.

Remember me.

Alfonso will be as cold as ice.

You are a Borgia.

It is to me that you are.

When you kneel to pray, you're in his bed.

Do I have your promise?

No, forever.

It was in the beginning.

This is Austin.

It will bend.

Salve, Regina.

Tu ci svergo, Maria.

I shall go to Ferrara.