SCENE VI.

_Enter_ Dorothy, Mary, Valentine.

_Dor._ In troth, Sir, you never spoke to me.

_Val._ Can ye forget me? Did not you promise all your help and cunning In my behalf, but for one hour to see her, Did you not swear it? by this hand, no strictness Nor rule this house holds, shall by me be broken.

_Dor._ I saw ye not these two days.

_Val._ Do not wrong me, I met ye, by my life, just as you entred This gentle Ladies Lodge, last night, thus suited About eleven a clock.

_Dor._ 'Tis true, I was there, But that I saw or spoke to you.

_Mar._ I have found it, Your Brother _Thomas_, _Doll_.

_Dor._ Pray Sir, be satisfi'd, And wherein I can do you good, command me. What a mad fool is this! stay here a while, Sir, Whilst we walk in, and make your peace. [_Exit._

_Enter Abbess._

_Val._ I thank ye. [_Squeak within._

_Ab._ Why, what's the matter there among these maids? Now _benedicite_, have ye got the breeze there? Give me my holy sprinkle.

_Enter 2 Nuns._

_1 Nun._ O Madam, there's a strange thing like a Gentlewoman, Like Mistress _Dorothy_, I think the fiend Crept into th' Nunnery we know not which way, Plays revel rout among us.

_Ab._ Give me my holy water-pot.

_1 Nun._ Here, Madam.

_Ab._ Spirit of earth or air, I do conjure thee, [_Squeak within._ Of water or of fire.

_1 Nun._ Hark Madam, hark.

_Ab._ Be thou Ghost that cannot rest, Or a shadow of the blest, Be thou black, or white, or green, Be thou heard, or to be seen.

_Enter_ Thomas _and_ Cellide.

_2 Nun._ It comes, it comes.

_Cell._ What are ye? speak, speak gently, And next, what would ye with me?

_Tho._ Any thing you'l let me.

_Cell._ You are no Woman certain.

_Tho._ Nor you no Nun, nor shall not be.

_Cell._ What make ye here?

_Tho._ I am a holy Fryer.

_Ab._ Is this the Spirit?

_Tho._ Nothing but spirit Aunt.

_Ab._ Now out upon thee.

_Tho._ Peace, or I'le conjure too, Aunt.

_Ab._ Why come you thus?

_Tho._ That's all one, here's my purpose: Out with this Nun, she is too handsome for ye, I'le tell thee, Aunt, and I speak it with tears to thee, If thou keepst her here, as yet I hope thou art wiser, Mark but the mischief follows.

_Ab._ She is a Votress.

_Tho._ Let her be what she will, she will undo thee, Let her but one hour out, as I direct ye, Or have among your Nuns again.

_Ab._ You have no project But fair and honest?

_Tho._ As thine eyes, sweet _Abbess_.

_Ab._ I will be rul'd then.

_Tho._ Thus then and perswade her, But do not juggle with me, if ye do Aunt.

_Ab._ I must be there my self.

_Tho._ Away and fit her.

_Ab._ Come Daughter, you must now be rul'd, or never.

_Cell._ I must obey your will.

_Ab._ That's my good Daughter. [_Exeunt._