SCENE I.--_The Street.

_Enter_ LORENZO _in a Friars Habit, meeting_ DOMINICK.

_Lor._ Father Dominick, father Dominick; why in such haste, man?

_Dom._ It should seem, a brother of our order.

_Lor._ No, faith, I am only your brother in iniquity; my holiness, like yours, is mere outside.

_Dom._ What! my noble colonel in metamorphosis! On what occasion are you transformed?

_Lor._ Love, almighty love; that, which turned Jupiter into a town-bull, has transformed me into a friar. I have had a letter from Elvira, in answer to that I sent by you.

_Dom._ You see I have delivered my message faithfully; I am a friar of honour, where I am engaged.

_Lor._ O, I understand your hint; the other fifty pieces are ready to be condemned to charity.

_Dom._ But this habit, son! this habit!

_Lor._ It is a habit, that, in all ages, has been friendly to fornication: you have begun the design in this clothing, and I'll try to accomplish it. The husband is absent, that evil counsellor is removed and the sovereign is graciously disposed to hear my grievances.

_Dom._ Go to, go to; I find good counsel is but thrown away upon you. Fare you well, fare you well, son! Ah--

_Lor._ How! will you turn recreant at the last cast? You must along to countenance my undertaking: we are at the door, man.

_Dom._ Well, I have thought on't, and I will not go.

_Lor._ You may stay, father, but no fifty pounds without it; that was only promised in the bond: "But the condition of this obligation is such, that if the above-named father, father Dominick, do not well and faithfully perform--"

_Dom._ Now I better think on't, I will bear you company; for the reverence of my presence may be a curb to your exorbitancies.

_Lor._ Lead up your myrmidons, and enter. [_Exeunt._