Hildebrand in sorrow finds a heart.
Out, out thou cruel man, for one short hour
Let me forget the Pope and be a father.
[Exit Peter.
Marg. Holy Father, make my baby smile,
And God will thank thee by a mother’s heart.
Hild. Daughter, God will make thy baby smile,
When thou and I and others like us smile,
And we have put aside this earthly dross
That weights our spirits down, in His Great Judgment.