EPHREM. I shudder as I listen to you.
ABRAHAM. When the unhappy girl knew that she was ruined, she beat her breast and dug her nails into her face. She tore her garments, pulled out her hair. Her despairing cries were terrible to hear.
EPHREM. I am not surprised. For such a fall a whole fountain of tears should rise.
ABRAHAM. She moaned out that she could never be the same———
EPHREM. Poor, miserable girl!
ABRAHAM. And reproached herself for having forgotten our warning.
EPHREM. She might well do so.
ABRAHAM. She cried that all her vigils, prayers, and fasts had been thrown away.
EPHREM. If she perseveres in this penitence she will be saved.
ABRAHAM. She has not persevered. She has added worse to her evil deed.
EPHREM. Oh, this moves me to the depths of my heart!
ABRAHAM. After all these tears and lamentations she was overcome by remorse, and fell headlong into the abyss of despair.
EPHREM. A bitter business!
ABRAHAM. She despaired of being able to win pardon, and resolved to go back to the world and its vanities.
