Bishop. Angel of peace and purity!
Godiva. But treasure it up in your heart: deem it an incense, good only when it is consumed and spent, ascending with prayer and sacrifice. And, now, what was it?
Bishop. Christ save us! that He will pardon the city when thou ridest naked through the streets at noon.
Godiva. Did he swear an oath?
Bishop. He sware by the holy rood.
Godiva. My Redeemer, Thou hast heard it! save the city!
Leofric. We are now upon the beginning of the pavement: these are the suburbs. Let us think of feasting: we may pray afterward; to-morrow we shall rest.
Godiva. No judgments, then, to-morrow, Leofric?
Leofric. None: we will carouse.
Godiva. The saints of heaven have given me strength and confidence; my prayers are heard; the heart of my beloved is now softened.