Enter Blandiman and Belisanta.
Belisanta.
Have all retired? Are we observed, my friend?
Blandiman.
The fathers seek their cells to offer prayers for the new converts.
Belisanta.
Alas! 'tis now the twentieth year since I have sought the mournful consolation of recounting how much a wretched woman owes thy friendship.
Blandiman.
Away with sorrow, and in this moment of rejoicing, demand an audience of the king, your brother.