Mich. I thank you—as to the manner in which I have spoken of my superior, the most profound secrecy——
Ben. Oh! mum’s the word.
Mich. Should it reach his knowledge—blessed saints, protect me! Jeronymo, the prior’s confidant, comes this way! (drawing his cowl over his face in great agitation) should he observe me—my liberty—perhaps my life—friend, farewell! (going.)
Ben. (opening a side door in the palace) Stay, stay! go down this passage; at the end of it, turn to the left—it leads to the garden; traverse it, and you will find a little door unlocked, which will let you out unseen within a bow-shot of your monastery.
Mich. Heaven’s blessing be with you! a thousand, thousand thanks! Exit hastily.
Ben. (calling after him) That’s right! a little further! take care, there are two or three steps. To the left, to the left!—that’s it—your most obedient servant— (with a low bow; after which he turns from the palace) and now—mum, mum!
Enter father Jeronymo.
Jer. Bless you, son!
Ben. Save you, father!
Jer. Was not a friar of our order here even now?