Isa. Oh! then I had a Dream——I dreamt——I dreamt——oh! I can never tell you what I dreamt.
Mart. Horrible!
Isa. I dreamt—I dreamt—I dreamt——
Mart. Oh! the Strength of Sin!
Isa. I dreamt I was brought to bed of the Pope.
Mart. The very Happiness I meant, let me embrace you, let me kiss you, my dear Daughter: Henceforth you may defy Purgatory—the Mother of a Pope was never there.
Isa. But how can that be, when I am to be a Nun, Father?
Mart. Leave the Means to me. Learn only to be passive, the Church will work the rest. A Pope is always the Son of a Nun. Go you to your Chamber, wash your self, then pray devoutly, shut every Ray of Light out, leave open the Door and expect the Consequence.
Isa. Father, I shall be obedient—oh! the Villain!
Mart. Be passive and be happy.