Song.

Adieu, thou dreary pile, where never dies
The sullen echo of repentant sighs!
Ye sister mourners of each lonely cell
Inured to hymns and sorrow, fare ye well!
For happier scenes I fly this darksome grove,
To saints a prison, but a tomb to love!

[Exit.

Scene IV.—A Court before the Priory.

Enter Isaac, crossing the stage, Don Antonio following.

Don Ant. What, my friend Isaac!

Isaac. What, Antonio! wish me joy! I have Louisa safe.

Don Ant. Have you? I wish you joy with all my soul.

Isaac. Yes, I come here to procure a priest to marry us.

Don Ant. So, then, we are both on the same errand; I am come to look for Father Paul.

Isaac Ha! I’m glad on’t—but, i’faith, he must tack me first my love is waiting.

Don Ant. So is mine—I left her in the porch.

Isaac. Ay, but I’m in haste to go back to Don Jerome.

Don Ant. And so am I too

Isaac. Well, perhaps he’ll save time, and marry us both together—or I’ll be your father, and you shall be mine. Come along—but you are obliged to me for all this.

Don Ant. Yes, yes.

[Exeunt.

Scene V.—A Room in the Priory.

Father Paul, Father Francis, Father Augustine, and other Friars, discovered at a table drinking.

Glee and Chorus.

This bottle’s the sun of our table,
    His beams are rosy wine:
We, planets, that are not able
    Without his help to shine.
Let mirth and glee abound!
          You’ll soon grow bright
          With borrow’d light,
    And shine as he goes round.

Paul. Brother Francis, toss the bottle about, and give me your toast.

Fran. Have we drunk the Abbess of St. Ursuline?

Paul. Yes, yes; she was the last.

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?