HOPE. Be joyful, noble mother! Do not grieve for me. You should laugh, not weep, to see me die for Christ.
SAPIENTIA. Indeed I do rejoice, but my joy will be full only when your little sister has followed you, slain in the same way—and when my turn comes, mine last of all.
HOPE. The blessed Trinity will give you back your three children.
SAPIENTIA. Courage, my child! The executioner comes towards us with drawn sword.
HOPE. Welcome, sword! Do Thou, O Christ, receive my soul driven from its bodily mansion for the confession of Thy Name.
SAPIENTIA. Oh, Charity, lovely offspring of my womb, the one hope of my bosom, do not disappoint your mother who expects you to win this last fight! Despise safety now, and you will attain the same glory which shines on your sisters, and, like them, wear the crown of unspotted virginity.
CHARITY. Support me with your holy prayers, mother. Pray that I may be worthy to share their joy.
SAPIENTIA. Stand fast in the faith to the end, and your reward will be an everlasting holiday.
HADRIAN. Now, little Charity. Your sisters' insolence has exhausted my patience and exasperated me. I want no more long speeches. I shall not waste much
