SCENE III.
Reading edition
Enter Abbess, Cellide, and Nuns.
Ab. Come to your Mattins Maids; these early hours My gentle Daughter, will disturb a while Your fair eyes, nurtur'd in ease. Cel. No, vertuous Mother, 'Tis for my holy health, to purchase which, They shall forget the Child of ease, soft slumbers. O my afflicted heart, how thou art tortur'd! And Love, how like a Tyrant thou reign'st in me, Commanding and forbidding at one instant; Why came I hither, that desire to have Only all liberty to make me happy? Why did'st thou bring that young man home, O Valentine, That vertuous Youth? why didst thou speak his goodness In such a phrase, as if all tongues, all praises Were made for him? O fond and ignorant! Why didst thou foster my affection Till it grew up to know no other Father, And then betray it? Ab. Can ye sing? Cel. Yes, Mother, My sorrows only. Ab. Be gone, and to the Quire then. [Exeunt.
[Musick singing.