AS. How! mortified!
FRIAR JACOMO. And is admitted to the sisterhood.
BARABAS. Child of perdition, and thy father's shame!
What wilt thou do among these hateful fiends?
I charge thee on my blessing that thou leave
These devils and their damned heresy!
ABIGAIL. Father, forgive me-- [50]
BARABAS. Nay, back, Abigail,
And think upon the jewels and the gold;
The board is marked thus that covers it.--
[Aside to ABIGAIL in a whisper.]
Away, accursed, from thy father's sight!
FRIAR JACOMO. Barabas, although thou art in misbelief,
And wilt not see thine own afflictions,
Yet let thy daughter be no longer blind.
BARABAS. Blind friar, I reck not thy persuasions,--
The board is marked thus [51] that covers it--
[Aside to ABIGAIL in a whisper.]
For I had rather die than see her thus.--
Wilt thou forsake me too in my distress,
Seduced daughter?--Go, forget not.-- [52]
[Aside to her in a whisper.]
Becomes it Jews to be so credulous?--
To-morrow early I'll be at the door.--
[Aside to her in a whisper.]
No, come not at me; if thou wilt be damn'd,
Forget me, see me not; and so, be gone!--
Farewell; remember to-morrow morning.--
[Aside to her in a whisper.]
Out, out, thou wretch!
[Exit, on one side, BARABAS. Exeunt, on the other side,
FRIARS, ABBESS, NUN, and ABIGAIL: and, as they are going
out,]
Enter MATHIAS.
MATHIAS. Who's this? fair Abigail, the rich Jew's daughter,
Become a nun! her father's sudden fall
Has humbled her, and brought her down to this:
Tut, she were fitter for a tale of love,
Than to be tired out with orisons;
And better would she far become a bed,
Embraced in a friendly lover's arms,
Than rise at midnight to a solemn mass.
Enter LODOWICK.
LODOWICK. Why, how now, Don Mathias! in a dump?
MATHIAS. Believe me, noble Lodowick, I have seen
The strangest sight, in my opinion,
That ever I beheld.
LODOWICK. What was't, I prithee?
MATHIAS. A fair young maid, scarce fourteen years of age,
The sweetest flower in Cytherea's field,
Cropt from the pleasures of the fruitful earth,
And strangely metamorphos'd [to a] nun.
LODOWICK. But say, what was she?
MATHIAS. Why, the rich Jew's
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