Fr. Seb. My love is to thy mortal frailty bound,
And first I'll bless thee as an earthly father,
Praying that thou mayst smite thine enemies.
[Re-enter Roland]
Rol Your pardon, Hubert. Lady Albemarle
Is here, and begs for instant sight of you.
Hub. My sister? I will see her.
[Exit Roland] Wait you, father.
The world must still intrude on Heaven's affairs.
[Exit friar through large folding doors rear as lady Albemarle enters left]