Stealing a hurried march to this retreat
That 's not so savage as the Sisterhood
To slips and stumbles: Pietro's heart is soft,
Violante leans to pity's side,—the pair
Ushered you into life a bouncing boy:
And he 's already hidden away and safe
From any claim on him you mean to make—
They need him for themselves,—don't fear, they know
The use o' the bantling,—the nerve thus laid bare
To nip at, new and nice, with finger-nail!"