Lisetta.
What, good Pia?
Pia.
Footsteps. Look, it is a monk.
[Francis of Assisi comes to the door.]
Francis.
I have not eaten food this day. Hast thou
Somewhat that I may eat?
Pia.
Alas, poor brother, sit thee here; there's bread
And cheese and lentils, eat thy store. Poor 'tis,
But given in His name.
Francis.
I will eat then and bless thee.
Pia.
He taketh but a crust!
Francis.
It is enough. He that hath eaten long
The bread of the heart hath little hunger in him.
Pia.
Sit thou and rest, poor soul.
Francis.
Nay, I must go on. My daughter, child,
Thou sleepest not for all thy lowered lids.
Tears quiver on thy lashes, hast thou pain?