have wonderful things in my house.

The dust of the desert lies on your hair and your feet are scratched
with thorns and your body is scorched by the sun. Come with me,
Honorius, and I will clothe you in a tunic of silk. I will smear
your body with myrrh and pour spikenard on your hair. I will clothe
you in hyacinth and put honey in your mouth. Love -

HONORIUS. There is no love but the love of God.

MYRRHINA. Who is He whose love is greater than that of mortal men?

HONORIUS. It is He whom thou seest on the cross, Myrrhina. He is
the Son of God and was born of a virgin. Three wise men who were
kings brought Him offerings, and the shepherds who were lying on the
hills were wakened by a great light.

The Sibyls knew of His coming. The groves and the oracles spake of
Him. David and the prophets announced Him. There is no love like
the love of God nor any love that can be compared to it.

The body is vile, Myrrhina. God will raise thee up with a new body
which will not know corruption, and thou shalt dwell in the Courts
of the Lord and see Him whose hair is like fine wool and whose feet
are of brass.

MYRRHINA. The beauty. . .

HONORIUS. The beauty of the soul increases until it can see God.
Therefore, Myrrhina, repent of thy sins. The robber who was