[Exit Friar at door, front left.]
PRIORESS
[Extending her hand to Johanna.]
My nephew tells me you and he—
JOHANNA
Madame,
I blush to think of my late rudeness; ’twas
My jealousy. Yet you should pardon it;
For you that wear St. Chastity’s safe veil
Can never know how blind St. Cupid plagues