I Morning Salutation
Boy. Hail, my father! hail, my mother dear (salve mea matercula)! I wish that this may be a happy day for you, my little brothers (germanuli). May Christ be propitious to you, my little sisters!
Father. My son, may God guard you and lead you to great goodness (ingentes virtutes).
Mother. May Christ preserve you, my light. What are you doing, my darling? How are you? How did you rest last night?
Boy. I am very well and slept peacefully.
Mother. Thanks be to Christ! May He grant that this may be constantly so!
Boy. In the middle of the night I was roused up with a pain in the head.
Mother. It grieves me sorely to hear that (me perditam et miserrimam)! What do you say? In what part of the head?
Boy. In the forehead.
Mother. For how long?
Boy. Scarcely the eighth of an hour. Afterwards I fell asleep again, nor did I feel anything further of it.
Mother. Now I breathe again; for you took away my breath.