Jourdain _solus_.
Oh! Purgatory! Purgatory! What wou'd I not give to escape thy Flames!
(methinks) I feel them already. Hark! what Noise is that?--Nothing--Ha!
what's that I see? Something with two Heads----What can all this
portend?----What a poor miserable Wretch am I?
_Enter Servant._
_Serv._ Sir, a Friar below desires to speak with you.
_Jourd._ Why will you suffer a Man of Holy Order to wait a Moment at my
Door? Bring him in.
Perhaps he is some Messenger of Comfort. But Oh! I rather fear the
reverse: For what Comfort can a Sinner like me expect?