Y. Lar. I have deliver'd my Commission and shall now return to my Convent——Farewel, and return Thanks to St. Francis.
Jourd. Oh! St. Francis! St. Francis! What a merciful Saint art thou!
SCENE IV. Another Apartment.
Martin, Isabel.
Mart. Indeed, Child, there are Pleasures in a retired Life, which you are entirely ignorant of. Nay, there are Indulgencies granted to People in that State, which would be sinful out of it. And, perhaps, the same Liberties are permitted them with one Person, which are deny'd them with another. Come, put on a chearful Countenance, you don't know what you are design'd for.
Isa. No, but I know what I am not design'd for.
Mart. Let me feel your Pulse.
Isa. You are a Physician as well as a Priest, I suppose.
Mart. Have you never any odd Dreams?
Isa. No.