LUCREZIA.
You have seen the moon beneath our Lady’s feet.
DJEM.
You are the Lady. [Lucrezia laughs irrepressibly.
VANOZZA.
Come, Lucrece, away!
CESARE.
But have you, little mother, eyes too pious
To own your son?
VANOZZA.
I cannot understand.
You are drest as a Turk.