VALDESSO. 
                    You would be free
From the vexatious thoughts that come and go
Through your imagination, and would have me
Point out some royal road and lady-like
Which you may walk in, and not wound your feet;
You would attain to the divine perfection,
And yet not turn your back upon the world;
You would possess humility within,
But not reveal it in your outward actions;
You would have patience, but without the rude
Occasions that require its exercise;
You would despise the world, but in such fashion
The world should not despise you in return;
Would clothe the soul with all the Christian graces,
Yet not despoil the body of its gauds;
Would feed the soul with spiritual food,
Yet not deprive the body of its feasts;
Would seem angelic in the sight of God,
Yet not too saint-like in the eyes of men;
In short, would lead a holy Christian life
In such a way that even your nearest friend
Would not detect therein one circumstance
To show a change from what it was before. 
Have I divined your secret?

JULIA. 
                      You have drawn
The portrait of my inner self as truly
As the most skilful painter ever painted
A human face.

VALDESSO. 
          This warrants me in saying
You think you can win heaven by compromise,
And not by verdict.

JULIA
               You have often told me
That a bad compromise was better even
Than a good verdict.

VALDESSO. 
                 Yes, in suits at law;
Not in religion.  With the human soul
There is no compromise.  By faith alone
Can man be justified.

JULIA. 
                 Hush, dear Valdesso;
That is a heresy.  Do not, I pray you,
Proclaim it from the house-top, but preserve it
As something precious, hidden in your heart,
As I, who half believe and tremble at it.

VALDESSO. 
I must proclaim the truth.

JULIA. 
                           Enthusiast! 
Why must you?  You imperil both yourself
And friends by your imprudence.  Pray, be patient. 
You have occasion now to show that virtue
Which you lay stress upon.  Let us return
To our lost pathway.  Show me by what steps
I shall walk in it.
                  [Convent bells are heard.

VALDESSO. 
                  Hark! the convent bells
Are ringing; it is midnight; I must leave you. 
And yet I linger.  Pardon me, dear Countess,
Since you to-night have made me your confessor,
If I so far may venture, I will warn you
Upon one point.

JULIA. 
      What is it?  Speak, I pray you,
For I have no concealments in my conduct;
All is as open as the light of day. 
What is it you would warn me of?

VALDESSO. 
                      Your friendship
With Cardinal Ippolito.

JULIA. 
                       What is there
To cause suspicion or alarm in that,
More than in friendships that I entertain
With you and others?  I ne’er sat with him
Alone at night, as I am sitting now
With you, Valdesso.