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: The same rains that cursed Rome, now baptize Florence.
: 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.
: [to Cesare
] Who do you love most? God? Rodrigo Borgia? Or yourself?
: You wonder: "How can you debase a man who serves as the mouthpiece of God?" Fair question, I answer you thus: My own eyes have gazed into the light of the Holy Spirit. The Light illuminates truth. If the Light deceives me and I deceive you, then God deceives. Do you believe God would deceive us? No. Girolamo Savonarola
: But you, Lazzaro, you wonder what did the Light illuminate? I answer: Rome. Rome, a city of winding streets and dark recesses with shadows cast, not by buildings, but by people. Yes, Lazzaro in Rome there are more prostitutes than Monte Cassino has friars. This culture of sin extends all the way. Girolamo Savonarola
: No, I do not point to Heaven, but at Alexander, who brings the entire Church to his level of debauchery. One priest sleeps with his concubine another with a boy and the next morning both perform Holy Mass.
: I am overjoyed to have my faith tested. I accept your challenge. But if I am to stand trial, Borgia, then so should you. Cesare Borgia
: I have no reason... Girolamo Savonarola
: If my faith is proven false, that does not prove your faith true. So, I challenge you. Eminence, in the name of Pope Alexander, to verify your righteousness. Or has the Borgia bull been castrated? Cesare Borgia
: You think me a boy of privilege, that I do not know pain. I have been tested by many, more powerful than you, yet here I stand. I have risen from the flames before, and I will rise in them again, a phoenix. Girolamo Savonarola
: Phoenix is a myth. Cesare Borgia
: And so may be the fires of hell.
: [Turning down a bribe from Sforza
] No man can put a price on sainthood.
: [Contemptuously to Cesare
] Lies ooze from your mouth like pus from a dead horse!