Hrotsvitha,
The Plays of Roswitha — Sapientia
(1923)
“ SAPIENTIA. Oh, Charity, lovely offspring of my womb, the one hope of my bosom, do not disappoint your mother who expects you to win this last fight! Despise safety now, and you will attain the same glory which shines on your sisters, and, like them, wear the crown of unspotted virginity. CHARITY. Support me with your holy prayers, mother. Pray that I may be worthy to share their joy. SAPIENTIA. Stand fast in the faith to the end, and your reward will be an everlasting holiday. HADRIAN. Now, little Charity. Your sisters' insolence has exhausted my patience and exasperated me. ”
