POTO.
I cannot tell you more; he waits to speak.
[Poto supports the Pope to where the waterman Giorgio stands with an Inquisitor at the further end of the room.
LUCREZIA.
[Suddenly coming to Vanozza.
Cesare!... Mother, we must cling to him.
VANOZZA.
Where is he? In these halls? It dazes me....
[Watching the Pope.
God’s image on the earth! I was profane....
And you a Princess, too! O my Giovanni!
You, all of you, are but as visitants;
You are enskied afar. Happy, unhappy mother!
Child! O sweet, floating hair against my cheek,
And your cold cheek....