[Throwing back her widow’s veil. While he smiles? Bambino,
How thou wilt charm thy grand-dad.
Up and down,
Then up again—ha, ha!
HIERONYMA.
The child is growing.
LUCREZIA.
Is it possible to grow—away from Rome?
[She sets Rodrigo on a table before her.
Hieronyma, see the small, beating feet!
This babe will dance before he learn to walk.
HIERONYMA.
His mother’s babe!