Avar. Dwell ye in heaven and so mad to come hither?
All our hucking here is how we may get thither!
Just. I bring heaven with me, and make it where I am.
Avar. Then I pray you let me be your prentice, Madame!
I will be at your beck.
Just. Ye shall, ere ye depart.
Avar. I would learn how to make heaven, with all my heart.
Well, as for Lady Misericordia,
I remember I saw you with Respublica.
Adul. You, if you so please, may do much good in this land;
Many, at this hour, do need your good helping hand.
Avar. And ye came down from heaven too, I judge?
Miser. Yea, sure!
Avar. Why, what folk are ye that cannot heaven endure?
And what may I call you, lady?
Pax. My name is Peace.