Isa. I'll obey you in every thing.
Mart. Senseless Oaf. But tho' I have lost the first Fruits by her extreme Folly, yet am I highly delighted with it; and if I do not make a notable use of it I am no Priest.
SCENE III.
Jourdain solus.
Oh! Purgatory! Purgatory! What wou'd I not give to escape thy Flames! (methinks) I feel them already. Hark! what Noise is that?—Nothing—Ha! what's that I see? Something with two Heads——What can all this portend?——What a poor miserable Wretch am I?
Enter Servant.
Serv. Sir, a Friar below desires to speak with you.
Jourd. Why will you suffer a Man of Holy Order to wait a Moment at my Door? Bring him in.
Perhaps he is some Messenger of Comfort. But Oh! I rather fear the reverse: For what Comfort can a Sinner like me expect?
SCENE IV.