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_.
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