Abig. The abbess of the house, Whose zealous admonition I embrace: O, therefore, Jacomo, let me be one, Although unworthy, of that sisterhood.
F. Jac. Abigail, I will, but see thou change no more, For that will be most heavy to thy soul.
Abig. That was my father's fault.
F. Jac. Thy father's! how?80
Abig. Nay, you shall pardon me.—O Barabas, Though thou deservest hardly at my hands, Yet never shall these lips bewray thy life. [Aside.
F. Jac. Come, shall we go?
Abig. My duty waits on you. [Exeunt.
SCENE IV.
Enter [92] Barabas, reading a letter.
Bar. What, Abigail become a nun again! False and unkind; what, hast thou lost thy father? And all unknown, and unconstrained of me, Art thou again got to the nunnery? Now here she writes, and wills me to repent. Repentance! Spurca! what pretendeth [93] this? I fear she knows—'tis so—of my device In Don Mathias' and Lodovico's deaths: If so, 'tis time that it be seen into: For she that varies from me in belief10 Gives great presumption that she loves me not; Or loving, doth dislike of something done. But who comes here?