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Nay! [He falls sobbing on her shoulder. We mourn together. Where we had a son For eyes’ delight, there is nothing. [Soothing and patting Vanozza.] Hush, you must not! Little beloved, you suckled him. You must not! Go home; pray to Madonna.—She will hear. And let me see your face. [Drawing her veil.] It is the same; As honest and as good.

[He holds her face in his hands.