Abig. The hopeless daughter of a hapless Jew, The Jew of Malta, wretched Barabas; Sometimes [36] the owner of a goodly house, Which they have now turned to a nunnery.
Abb. Well, daughter, say, what is thy suit with us?
Abig. Fearing the afflictions which my father feels320 Proceed from sin, or want of faith in us, I'd pass away my life in penitence, And be a novice in your nunnery, To make atonement for my labouring soul.
F. Jac. No doubt, brother, but this proceedeth of the spirit.
F. Barn. I, and of a moving spirit too, brother; but come, Let us intreat she may be entertained.
Abb. Well, daughter, we admit you for a nun.
Abig. First let me as a novice learn to frame My solitary life to your strait laws,330 And let me lodge where I was wont to lie, I do not doubt, by your divine precepts And mine own industry, but to profit much.
Bar. As much, I hope, as all I hid is worth. [Aside.
Abb. Come, daughter, follow us.
Bar. Why, how now, Abigail, What makest thou amongst these hateful Christians?