But whichever it is, if your breast is sensible of the least compassion, if you are not more cruel than Wolves and Tigers, take pity on my sufferings.

You know that I am dying for want of sustenance.
This is the third day, since these lips have received nourishment.

Do you bring me food?
Or come you only to announce my death, and learn how long I have yet to exist in agony ?' 'You mistake my business,' replied Lorenzo; 'I am no Emissary of the cruel Prioress.

I pity your sorrows, and come hither to relieve them.' 'To relieve them ?' repeated the Captive; 'Said you, to relieve them ?' At the same time starting from the ground, and supporting herself upon her hands, She gazed upon the Stranger earnestly.
'Great God! It is no illusion! A Man! Speak! Who are you?
What brings you hither?
Come you to save me, to restore me to liberty, to life and light?
Oh! speak, speak quickly, lest I encourage an hope whose disappointment will destroy me.' 'Be calm!' replied Lorenzo in a voice soothing and compassionate; 'The Domina of whose cruelty you complain, has already paid the forfeit of her offences: You have nothing more to fear from her.
A few minutes will restore you to liberty, and the embraces of your Friends from whom you have been secluded.

You may rely upon my protection.