Fran. Then I'll give you the blue-eyed nun of St. Catherine's.
Paul. With all my heart.—[Drinks.] Pray, brother Augustine, were there any benefactions left in my absence?
Aug. Don Juan Corduba has left a hundred ducats, to remember him in our masses.
Paul. Has he? let them be paid to our wine-merchant, and we'll remember him in our cups, which will do just as well. Anything more?
Aug. Yes; Baptista, the rich miser, who died last week, has bequeathed us a thousand pistoles, and the silver lamp he used in his own chamber, to burn before the image of St. Anthony.
Paul. 'Twas well meant, but we'll employ his money better— Baptista's bounty shall light the living, not the dead. St. Anthony is not afraid to be left in the dark, though he was.—[Knocking.] See who's there.
[FATHER FRANCIS goes to the door and opens it.]
Enter PORTER.
Port. Here's one without, in pressing haste to speak with Father Paul.
Fran. Brother Paul!