Tho. I am a holy Fryer.
Ab. Is this the Spirit?
Tho. Nothing but spirit Aunt.
Ab. Now out upon thee.
Tho. Peace, or I'le conjure too, Aunt.
Ab. Why come you thus?
Tho. That's all one, here's my purpose:
Out with this Nun, she is too handsome for ye,
I'le tell thee, Aunt, and I speak it with tears to thee,
If thou keepst her here, as yet I hope thou art wiser,
Mark but the mischief follows.
Ab. She is a Votress.
Tho. Let her be what she will, she will undo thee,
Let her but one hour out, as I direct ye,
Or have among your Nuns again.