_Dur._ If you have any command, or you any interest over him, lose not a minute: He has thrown himself into the next monastery, and has ordered me to pay off his servants, and discharge his equipage. _Old Mir._ Let me alone to ferret him out: I'll sacrifice the Abbot, if he receives him; I'll try whether the spiritual or the natural father has the most right to the child.--But, dear Captain, what has he done with his estate? _Dur._ Settled it upon the church, sir. _Old Mir._ The church! Nay, then the devil won't get him out of their clutches----Ten thousand livres a year upon the church!--'Tis downright sacrilege--Come, gentlemen, all hands to work: for half that sum, one of these monasteries shall protect you a traitor from the law, a rebellious wife from her husband, and a disobedient son from his own father. [_Exit._ _Dug._ But will ye persuade me that he's gone to a monastery? _Dur._ Is your sister gone to the Filles Repenties? I tell you, sir, she's not fit for the society of repenting maids. _Dug._ Why so, sir? _Dur._ Because she's neither one nor t'other; she's too old to be a maid, and too young to repent. [_Exit_--DUGARD _after him_. SCENE II. _The Inside of a Monastery._ _Enter_ ORIANA, _in a Nun's Habit, and_ BISARRE. _Oriana._ I hope, Bisarre, there is no harm in jesting with this religious habit. _Bis._ To me, the greatest jest in the habit, is taking it in earnest. _Oriana._ But I'm reconciled, methinks, to the mortification of a nunnery; because I fancy the habit becomes me. _Bis._ A well-contrived mortification, truly, that makes a woman look ten times handsomer than she did before!--Ay, my dear, were there any religion in becoming dress, our sex's devotion were rightly placed; for our toilets would do the work of the altar; we should all be canonized. _Oriana._ But don't you think there is a great deal of merit in dedicating a beautiful face and person to the service of religion? _Bis._ Not half so much as devoting them to a pretty fellow. Come, come, mind your business. Mirabel loves you, 'tis now plain, and hold him to't; give fresh orders that he shan't see you: we get more by hiding our faces, sometimes, than by exposing them; a very mask, you see, whets desire; but a pair of keen eyes, through an iron grate, fire double upon them, with view and disguise. But I must begone upon my affairs; I have brought my captain about again. _Oriana._ But why will you trouble yourself with that coxcomb? _Bis._ Because he is a coxcomb: had I not better have a lover like him, that I can make an ass of, than a lover like yours, to make a fool of me. [_Knocking below._] A message from Mirabel, I'll lay my life! [_She runs to the Door._] Come hither! run, thou charming nun, come hither! _Oriana._ What's the news? [_Runs to her._ _Bis._ Don't you see who's below? _Oriana._ I see nobody but a friar.