_Abd._ Then know It was not poyson, but a sleeping potion Which she receiv'd; yet of sufficient strength So to bind up her sences, that no sign Of life appear'd in her: and thus thought dead, In her best habit, as the custom is You know in _Malta_, with all ceremonies She's buried in her families monument, In the Temple of St. _John_; I'll bring you thither, Thus, as you are disguis'd; some six hours hence The potion will leave working. _Roc._ Let us haste then. _Mount._ Be my good angel, guide me. _Abd._ But remember, You keep your Oath. _Mount._ As I desire to prosper In what I undertake. _Abd._ I ask no more. [_Exeunt._ _Scæna Secunda._ _Enter_ Miranda, Norandine, _and_ Collonna. _Col._ Here sir, I have got the Key; I borrow'd it Of him that keeps the Church, the door is open. _Mir._ Look to the horses then, and please the fellow. After a few devotions, I'll retire. Be not far off, there may be some use of ye, Give me the light: come friend, a few good prayers Were not bestow'd in vain now, even from you Sir. Men that are bred in blood, have no way left 'em, No bath, no purge, no time to wear it out Or wash it off, but penitence, and prayer: I am to take the order, and my youth Loaden I must confess with many follies, Circled and bound about with sins as many As in the house of memory live figures. My heart I'll open now, my faults confess, And raise a new man, heaven, I hope, to a new life. _Nor._ I have no great devotion, at this instant, But for a prayer or two, I will not out Sir, Hold up your finger, when you have pray'd enough. _Mir._ Go you to that end. _Nor._ I shall nee'r pray alone sure, I have been so us'd to answer the Clerk: would I had a cushion, for I shall ne'r make a good Hermit, and kneel till my knees are horn, these stones are plaguy hard; where shall I begin now? for if I do not observe a method, I shall be out presently. _Ori._ Oh, oh. _Nor._ What's that Sir? did ye hear? _Mir._ Ha; to your prayers. _Nor._ 'Twas here abouts, t'has put me clean aw[r]y now, I shall nee'r get in again, ha, by Land, And water, all children, and all women, I there it was I left. _Ori._ Oh, oh. _Nor._ Never tell me Sir, Here's something got amongst us. _Mir._ I heard a groan: A dismal one,-- _Ori._ Oh, oh. _Nor._ Here, 'tis here Sir, 'tis here Sir; A devil in the wall. _Mir._ 'Tis some illusion To fright us from devotion-- _Ori._ Oh, oh. _Nor._ Why 'tis here, The spirit of a huntesman choak'd with butter: Here's a new tomb, new trickments too. _Mir._ For certain, This has not been three days here. _Nor._ And a Tablet With rimes upon't. _Mir._ I prethee read 'em _Norandine_.