I believe
Thou dost not hate or love or envy me;
Even as I know, and knowing believe, we all -
Our father, thou and I--triune in heart -
Hold loveliest of all living things to love
This.

Enter LUCREZIA

LUCREZIA

Mother! What do tears and thou for once
Together? Rain in sunshine?

VANNOZZA

Ask thy sire,
Am I not now the moon? Saint Anna bore
Saint Mary Virgin--did not God prefer
The child, and thrust behind with scarce a smile
The mother?

ALEXANDER

Thrust not out thy thorns at heaven,
Rose.

LUCREZIA