It accorded with the state of Antonia's mind, and She listened with pleasure.

After a symphony of some length, it was succeeded by the sound of voices, and Antonia distinguished the following words.
SERENADE Chorus Oh! Breathe in gentle strain, my Lyre! 'Tis here that Beauty loves to rest: Describe the pangs of fond desire, Which rend a faithful Lover's breast.
Song In every heart to find a Slave, In every Soul to fix his reign, In bonds to lead the wise and brave, And make the Captives kiss his chain, Such is the power of Love, and Oh! I grieve so well Love's power to know.
In sighs to pass the live-long day, To taste a short and broken sleep, For one dear Object far away, All others scorned, to watch and weep, Such are the pains of Love, and Oh! I grieve so well Love's pains to know! To read consent in virgin eyes, To press the lip ne'er prest till then To hear the sigh of transport rise, And kiss, and kiss, and kiss again, Such are thy pleasures, Love, But Oh! When shall my heart thy pleasures know?
Chorus Now hush, my Lyre! My voice be still! Sleep, gentle Maid! May fond desire With amorous thoughts thy visions fill, Though still my voice, and hushed my Lyre.
The Music ceased: The Performers dispersed, and silence prevailed through the Street.

Antonia quitted the window with regret: She as usual recommended herself to the protection of St.Rosolia, said her accustomed prayers, and retired to bed.

Sleep was not long absent, and his presence relieved her from her terrors and inquietude.
It was almost two o'clock before the lustful Monk ventured to bend his steps towards Antonia's dwelling.

It has been already mentioned that the Abbey was at no great distance from the Strada di San Iago.