Proud once, and prosperous; where I have wept, and pray'd,
And, lost in cold oblivion of the world,
Twice nine long years; thy mother, and thyself,
And God, were all my thoughts.
Theod. Ay, to the convent!
For there my love, my Adelaide, expects me. [Aside.
[Exeunt.
SCENE II.
Another Apartment in the Castle.