Exit Cesare.

Exit presently the butler, carelessly leaving the poisoned wine upon a buffet.

(The drama, you will observe, is perfectly mechanical, full of author's interventions, and elementary in its "preparations").
Enter the Pope.

He thirsts, and calls for wine.

A servant hastens; takes up, of course, the poisoned flask in ignorance of its true quality, and pours for his Beatitude.