Marguerite Merington,
Festival plays
“ Valentinus.Kindly greetings, Asterius!... Oh, I could not so take advantage of the most confiding of jailors! I was with Tertulla!Asterius. [With anxiety.] My child is not ill again? [Valentinus signifies that this is not the case.] The gods reward you for what you have done in bringing her to health! My poor afflicted child! [Sighs heavily.] Valentinus.Tertulla may yet find happiness! [Asterius again sighs, thinking this impossible. Valentinus lifts a spray [61] of blossoms to inhale its fragrance.] Your overseer, Pertinax, is here; a youth of a hundred accomplishments, it seems! ”
