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This is a kind thing you do, Messer Cosimo.
Plague in Siena.
Parents expect everything from their children.
- He is not you. - And he's no fool either.
We should have left the city.
What are you doing?
No gold to be taken out of the city.
How did you escape the city? Thank God you're alive.
- Who commanded you? Albizzi?
Go home, Cosimo.
The people will have to manage as best they can.
And I am proud of you.
until the plague is over and the trade routes reopened.
-Don't you worry. -Excuse me.
the Signoria will be less cowed by the threat of revolt.
Don't wait around here for me to die.
Curse on you, Medici! You caused this!
We are all sinners, signor Albizzi.
-You understood the circumstances of our-- -I do not ask to judge.
If God wills us to die,
You can't save this family from the Albizzi
First they tear it down, now you fill it with the plague.
- Come on. Move!
Without you, I...
-Cosimo? -He's gone to Florence.
- It is so good to see you. - It is good to see you too.
Don't let things end with her the way they ended with your father.
Those mills were the making of this family, and you sold them.
is just as great a sin!