I would that I had kept it in my heart,
Even as that other secret. Christ’s dear wounds
Printed on me! And now the multitude
Would see the trace and crowd up to my cavern,
I do not want the impress any more:
I do not want the crowd,
Nor anything to happen any more.
[Donna Lucrezia Borgia d’Aragon enters and bows low before her. She rises and makes salutation.
Most noble princess,
I pray you, by your sorrows, let me be.
I have no signs to show you.
LUCREZIA.
Let me lay
My hands against your hands.
SUOR LUCIA.
[Astonished.] Then you believe?
LUCREZIA.
And you will pray for me?