broken, faces bruised, noses smashed; at times they drive each other out with weapons, and the threshold of the vile place is dyed with blood!
DISCIPLES. Most horrible!
PAPHNUTIUS. This is the injury to the Creator for which I weep day and night. This is the cause of my sorrow.
DISCIPLES. We understand now. You have good reason to be distressed, and I doubt not that the citizens of the heavenly country share your grief.
PAPHNUTIUS. Oh, to rescue her from that wicked life! Why should I not try?
DISCIPLES. God forbid!
PAPHNUTIUS. Brother, our Lord Jesus went among sinners.
DISCIPLES. She would not receive a hermit.
PAPHNUTIUS. What if I were to go in the disguise of a lover?
DISCIPLE. If that thought is from God, God will give you strength to accomplish it.
PAPHNUTIUS. I will set out immediately. I shall need your best prayers. Pray that I may not be overcome by the wiles of the serpent. Pray that I may be able to show this soul the beauty of divine love.
DISCIPLE. May He Who laid low the Prince of Darkness give you the victory over the enemy of the human race.
