Amor vincit omnia.”
[He enters the arbour.]
PRIORESS
Joannes, stay indoors and tell your beads.
[To her little hound.]
Jacquette, ma petite, it is a pretty day.
See you those clouds? They are St. Agnes’ sheep;
She hath washed their wool all white and turned ’em loose
To play on heaven’s warm hillside. Smell that rose?
Sweet-sweet! n’est ce pas, ma petite? Hast ever heard