ALFONSO.
You must record this as a miracle.
Does it belong, your Blessèdness,
To Pagan legend or the Church?
LUCREZIA.
To us.
But I repent I did not see him there,
Magnificent before all Rome.
ALEXANDER.
You sparkle!
I pardon you. He scarcely will.
[The Pope nods his head and rises to go.
LUCREZIA.
[Detaining him.] A peach!...
It is a little fountain
That grottoes under cloud of this red skin.
There, father, from my hand.
[The Pope seats himself again.