Guy de Leval: The great gates to the city have been closed. The mace bearer has been sent to the monastery of San Monaco to escort Friar Domenico and Savonarola here. Your escort awaits downstairs. And the ordeal by fire will commence. You can still withdraw.
Cesare Borgia: I'm not afraid of death. But I'm sure mine with come with a quick thrust of the sword, not a slow burn.
Girolamo Savonarola: The same rains that cursed Rome, now baptize Florence.
Rodrigo Borgia: Welcome to Rome, eminence. We trust the city agrees with you.
John Morton: Holiness, if only I could abandon my life in London to the wiles of this most... beauteous country.
Rodrigo Borgia: The English always have an irrational love for Italy.
John Morton: It is the food. You have gnocchi and ravioli, I England, we have mutton.
Cesare Borgia: You have a small army, friar!
Girolamo Savonarola: I am a shepherd, not a sheep. I will not be led to the slaughter.
Cesare Borgia: Ah, no, you will walk, head held high, into the slaughter house.
Girolamo Savonarola: [to Cesare] Who do you love most? God? Rodrigo Borgia? Or yourself?
Rodrigo Borgia: I understand. You're embarrassed being in proximity to a former husband and his new bride, as well as Alfonso D'Este with whom you shared a flirtation, and *his* new bride, while you are alone.
Lucrezia Borgia: Giovanni and Alfonso almost came to blows over me. And now I am of less interest to them than an empty bottle of wine. Do you blame me for my agido?
Giulia Farnese: Lucrezia seems more disturbed by the presence of Alfonso, than the disappearance of her child.
Rodrigo Borgia: What are you implying?
Giulia Farnese: I imply nothing. I merely observe.
Rodrigo Borgia: Lucrezia's bewildered. Her son is now her brother.
Giulia Farnese: I either case, she should show concern. When she thought Cesare might die, Lucrezia was bereft.
Rodrigo Borgia: I worry less about Cesare's physical death than that of his spirit.
Rodrigo Borgia: Killing a man with a pen is no easier than with a sword.
Francesc Gacet: You have sent many men to their deaths.
Rodrigo Borgia: But not this man.