Vainly I sought my infant left behind—reason a second time forsook her seat.—The sisters of this convent poured balm into my bosom, and religion, cloathed in the garb of patience, brought me peace.
Blandiman.
Have you ne'er yet disclosed your name and rank?
Belisanta.
Accounted dead, and masses for my soul's health yearly ordered, I vowed that as my children were for ever lost to me, my husband and my brother unconvinced of the cruel treacheries employed against me, ne'er to be known but as a sister of this order.
Blandiman.
Yet may you hope that providence will watch o'er piety and innocence, and but to-day, I learned that Valentine, a favourite of the king's was found—
Enter a Friar.
Friar.