DRUSIANA. Divine Essence without material form, Who hast made man in Thine own image and breathed into this clay the spirit of life, bring back the vital heat to the body of Fortunatus, that our triple resurrection may glorify the adorable Trinity.
JOHN. Amen.
DRUSIANA. Fortunatus, awake, and in the name of Christ burst the bonds of death.
FORTUNATUS. Who wakes me? Who takes my hand? Who calls me back to life?
JOHN. Drusiana.
FORTUNATUS. How can that be? Only a few days since she died.
JOHN. Yes, but now, through the power of Christ, she lives again.
FORTUNATUS. And is that Callimachus who stands there? By his sober and pious look one would think he is no longer dying of love for his Drusiana!
JOHN. All that is changed. Now he loves and serves Christ.
FORTUNATUS. No!