Cardinal
Nay, my son,
For the great power of our mother Church,
Ends not with this poor bubble of a world,
Of which we are but dust, as Jerome saith,
For if the sinner doth repentant die,
Our prayers and holy masses much avail
To bring the guilty soul from purgatory.
Duchess
And when in purgatory thou seest my Lord
With that red star of blood upon his heart,
Tell him I sent thee hither.
Guido
O dear God!
Moranzone
This is the woman, is it, whom you loved?
Cardinal
Your Grace is very cruel to this man.