Jourd. They must be there too.
Isa. That will be impossible: for if I was there, instead of praying you out of Purgatory, my Prayers would be all bent to pray my self out of the Nunnery again.
SCENE II.
Old Laroon, Jourdain, Isabel.
Old. Lar. A Dog, a Villain, put off my Son's Match. Mr. Jourdain, your Servant; will you suffer a Rogue of a Jesuit to defer your Daughter's Marriage a whole Week?
Jourd. I am sorry, Mr. Laroon, for the Disappointment, but her Marriage will be deferred longer than that.
Old. Lar. How, Sir!
Jourd. She is intended for another Marriage, Sir, a much better Match.
Old. Lar. A much better Match!—
Isa. Yes, Sir, I am to be sent to a Nunnery, to pray my Father out of Purgatory.