Val. Sir, she's abbess of that very monastery where your mistress is inclosed. [Aside to the Duke.
Duke. I should be glad to serve any relation of yours, Don Mario.
Mar. Her request is, that you would be pleased to grace her chapel this afternoon. There will be music, and some little ceremony, in the reception of my two nieces, who are to be placed on pension there.
Duke. Your nieces, I hear, are fair, and great fortunes.
Mar. Great vexations, I'm sure they are; being daily haunted by a company of wild fellows, who buzz about my house like flies.
Duke. Your design seems reasonable: women in hot countries are like oranges in cold; to preserve them, they must be perpetually housed. I'll bear you company to the monastery.—Come, Valerio; this opportunity is happy beyond our expectation.
[Exeunt.
SCENE II.
Enter Camillo and Aurelian.
Cam. He has smarted sufficiently for this offence. Pr'ythee, dear Aurelian, forgive him. He waits without, and appears penitent; I'll be responsible for his future carriage.
Aur. For your sake, then, I receive him into grace.