Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Deus qui beatam Maria semper Virginem,
-Bianca. -I'm Cosimo.
This is why you came to Rome?
-I have money. Why not enjoy it? -You have my money.
he will never go away.
in templo gloriae tuea presentari mereamur.
Spiritus Sancti abitatuculum...
Such as?
She was scared, Cosimo. She'll never come back.
If I am so fortunate to have my name drawn at random.
-I hope you didn't mind me staring. -Why would I?
It's what Grandfather wished. Is it not?
- Guards! - We're going.
All right then, Medici.
- Me? - Yes.
It's from Albizzi.
Who's there?
One day, soon,
I don't know why we're here. Orsini will never switch! He hates me!
- Very nice. May I see it? - Of course.
The wisdom of the ancient. Salvaged from the streets.
Now, if we could get Orsini to switch,
Medici?
Not always.
- Hear, hear.
just loud enough to make them feel strong.
Or you'll find his seat needs filling again.
Is that's supposed to be an excuse?
Oh.
No, no, no, a condottiero!
No one could call us usurers anymore, not if the Pope was our client.
I know you fancy yourself an artist, Cosimo.
And war has been the instrument of their power,
A moment of your time. Holy Mother Church...
There's always been a distance between us, Cosimo.