The Borgias, Season One

Lucrezia Borgia:
(concerning her husband, as she rides through the woods escorted by Paolo) Where does he hunt?

Paolo:
In the high mountain passes.

Lucrezia Borgia:
(sarcastically) He is brave, with those deer...

Paolo:
But?...

Lucrezia Borgia:
But, they suffer less than me, do they not? He kills them quickly.

Paolo:
Do you suffer?

Lucrezia Borgia:
Nightly.

Paolo:
(indignant) He must stop! It is a crime, against...

Lucrezia Borgia:
(sadly) Against what?

Paolo:
(looks directly at her) Against you. Your beauty. You're the Pope's daughter; how can he stand it?!

Lucrezia Borgia:
(looks away)... The Pope doesn't know.

Paolo:
If I could write, I would send him a letter.

Lucrezia Borgia:
(looks at him)... Am I beautiful, Paolo?

Paolo:
(smiles)... You're the most beautiful thing I've yet seen.

Lucrezia Borgia:
(smiles) Lift me down. (Paolo helps her dismount her horse)

Paolo:
... I could adjust his saddle.

Lucrezia Borgia:
(puzzled) You could adjust my Lord's saddle? (pause) He would fall. He would fright. (starts to smile) He would return home...tamed.

Paolo:
(nods) Broken.

Lucrezia Borgia:
... What if he died?

Paolo:
From a fall? He would never.

Lucrezia Borgia:
(smiles mischievously) What if I had you whipped, for wickedness?

Paolo:
(shakes his head) You would never.

Lucrezia Borgia:
Are you sure?

Paolo:
(smiles) Yes- of that, I am sure.