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[From the back.] Joffré, you stand Like a fixed statue draughty in a niche: I do not pin you there. Go all of you! Go hence! Sancia, I am ashamed that you should sit Weeping what is not of your blood. Get up! Out of my presence! You all stand and gaze As at a play—perhaps a comedy.

[Joffré and Sancia go out.

[To Lucrezia.] And you—unnatural, go hence!

[Adriana makes a gesture of appeal: Alexander waves his hand wrathfully. As the women go out, an usher meets them, closely followed by Madonna de’ Catanei.

God’s breath,

His mother!

[The usher speaks to Lucrezia. Lucrezia puts her arms round her mother’s neck.

We are here in privacy.

To Cardinal Borgia.] Bring her in hither to me.