Abandon the Nun to her fate.
Your interfering might be dangerous, and her imprudence merits to be punished: She is unworthy to enjoy Love's pleasures, who has not wit enough to conceal them.

But in discussing this trifling subject I waste moments which are precious.

The night flies apace, and much must be done before morning.

The Nuns are retired; All is safe.

Give me the Lamp, Ambrosio.