The Borgias, Season Two

Micheletto Corella:
CANNONS, FORWARD! (the "cannons" are rolled into the attack position)

Caterina Sforza:
(to herself) How did they manage to?...

Charles VIII:
(ashen-faced)...General?

French General:
(looking equally worried) Our battle line is still forming, my Liege.

Cesare Borgia:
I must compliment Your Highness on his ingenuity. Chained cannonballs can take apart a regiment, like... a knife through butter. (Charles looks away) Are you not well, Your Highness?

Charles VIII:
We have the Neapolitan fever.

Cesare Borgia:
(nods) Perhaps battle should wait, then- until his full health returns. Or, perhaps he should trace his gracious path home- to fair France. (turns and rides back inside the gates)

French General:
Do I give the signal, my Liege?

Charles VIII:
Do I look like a fool, General?!

French General:
No, my Liege. (pause)

Charles VIII:
We ride on, past.