Mar. I have found it,
Your Brother Thomas, Doll.
Dor. Pray Sir, be satisfi'd,
And wherein I can do you good, command me.
What a mad fool is this! stay here a while, Sir,
Whilst we walk in, and make your peace. [Exit.
Enter Abbess.
Val. I thank ye. [Squeak within.
Ab. Why, what's the matter there among these maids?
Now benedicite, have ye got the breeze there?
Give me my holy sprinkle.
Enter 2 Nuns.
1 Nun. O Madam, there's a strange thing like a Gentlewoman,
Like Mistress Dorothy, I think the fiend
Crept into th' Nunnery we know not which way,
Plays revel rout among us.
Ab. Give me my holy water-pot.
1 Nun. Here, Madam.