Who leaneth out of heaven.
Maria. A wanton imp,
And full of freaks. I marvel much thereat,
Since I have named him from a holy saint,
Who bode among us many years, and gave
His dying blessing unto me and mine.
Raphael. The child could be no other than he is
Without some loss, mother. But what saint
Had here his hermitage?
Maria. Nay, pardon me,