The Borgias2011

Giulia Farnese:
You look ill, Lucrezia.

Lucrezia Borgia:
Yes, I have been ill. [Referring to the assassinated Djem] My dusky friend inhabits my dreams.

Giulia Farnese:
Do not think so much of Djem, my dear.

Lucrezia Borgia:
He has a secret that he can't speak of. His beautiful dark mouth opens, but no sound comes out.

Giulia Farnese:
In your dreams?

Lucrezia Borgia:
And I have to kiss those lips to comfort them.

Giulia Farnese:
Oh, dear!

Lucrezia Borgia:
Is it permissible, Donna Guilia, to kiss a dead Moor in my dreams?

Giulia Farnese:
[She smiles] All things are permissible in our dreams.