SAPIENTIA. O Earth, I commit my precious little flowers to thy keeping! O Earth, cherish them in thy spacious bosom until they spring forth again at the resurrection more glorious and fair! O Christ, fill their souls with light, and give rest and peace to their bones!
MATRONS. Amen.
SAPIENTIA. I thank you all from my heart for the comfort you have brought me since my loss.
MATRONS. Would you like us to remain here with you?
SAPIENTIA. I thank you, no.
MATRONS. Why not?
SAPIENTIA. Because your health will suffer if you fatigue yourselves further on my account. Have you not done enough in watching with me three days. Depart in peace. Return home happy.
MATRONS. Will you not come with us?
SAPIENTIA. I cannot.
MATRONS. What, then, is your plan?
SAPIENTIA. I shall stay here in the hope that my petition will be granted, and that what I most desire will come to pass.
MATRONS. What is that petition? What do you desire?
SAPIENTIA. This only—that when my prayer is ended I may die in Christ.
MATRONS. Will you not let us stay to the end, then, and give you burial?
