SCENE III.

Jourdain _solus_.

Oh! Purgatory! Purgatory! What wou'd I not give to escape thy Flames! (methinks) I feel them already. Hark! what Noise is that?--Nothing--Ha! what's that I see? Something with two Heads----What can all this portend?----What a poor miserable Wretch am I?

_Enter Servant._

_Serv._ Sir, a Friar below desires to speak with you.

_Jourd._ Why will you suffer a Man of Holy Order to wait a Moment at my Door? Bring him in.

Perhaps he is some Messenger of Comfort. But Oh! I rather fear the reverse: For what Comfort can a Sinner like me expect?