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_Isa._ I wish the Spirit that is in me wou'd visit you, you wou'd kick this Rogue out of Doors.
_Jourd._ The wicked Reason of your Anger is too plain. The Priest won't let you have your Fellow.
_Isa._ The Priest would have me for himself.
_Jourd._ Oh! wicked a.s.sertion! Oh! base Return for the Care he has taken of your poor sinful Father, for the Love he has shewn for your Soul.
_Isa._ He has shewn more Love for my Body, believe me, Sir. Nay, go but with me, and you shall believe your own Eyes and Ears.
_Jourd._ Against the Church, Heaven forbid!
_Isa._ Will you not believe your own Senses, Sir?
_Jourd._ Not when the Church contradicts them.--Alas! How do we know what we believe without the Church? Why I thought I saw Mr. _Laroon_ and his Son to-day, when I saw neither. Alack-a-day, Child, the Church often contradicts our Senses. But you owe these wicked Thoughts to your Education in _England_, that vile heretical Country, where every Man believes what Religion he pleases, and most believe none.
_Isa._ Well, Sir, if you will not be convinced, you shall be the only Person in _Toulon_ that is not.
_Jourd._ I will go with thee, if it were only to see how far this wicked Spirit will carry his Imposition; for I am convinced the Devil will leave no Stone unturn'd to work my Destruction.
_Isa._ I hope you will find us too hard for him and his Amba.s.sador too.
SCENE X. _Another Apartment._
_Young_ Laroon _in Woman's Clothes_.
None ever waited with more Impatience for her Lover than I for mine. It is a delightful a.s.signation, but I hope it is a Prelude to one more agreeable. I shall have Difficulty to refrain from beating the Rascal before he has discover'd himself-- [_Knocking at the Door._]
Who's there? [_Softly._]
_Bea._ _Isabel, Isabel._
_Old Lar._ Come in. What a soft Voice the Rogue caterwauls in.
SCENE XI.
_Young_ Laroon, Beatrice.
_Bea._ What are you doing in the Dark, my Dear?
_Y. Lar._ Heyday, who the Devil is this? I seem to be in a way of an a.s.signation in earnest.
_Bea._ _Isabel_, where are you?
_Y. Lar._ Here, Child, give me your Hand. Dear Mademoiselle _Beatrice_, is it you?
_Bea._ Oh Heavens! am I in a Man's Arms?
_Y. Lar._ Hus.h.!.+ hus.h.!.+----Don't you know my Voice----I am _Laroon_.
_Bea._ Mr. _Laroon_! What Business can you have here?
_Y. Lar._ Ask me no Questions, get but into a Corner of the Room and be silent, and you will perhaps see a very diverting Scene. Nay, do not be afraid, for I a.s.sure you, it will be a very innocent one; make haste, dear Madam, you will do a very laudable Action, by being an additional Evidence to the Discovery of a notorious Villain.
_Bea._ I cannot guess your Meaning, but would willingly a.s.sist on such an Occasion.
_Yo. Lar._ Now for my desiring Lover. Ha! I think I hear him.
SCENE XII.
_Young_ Laroon, Martin.
_Mart._ _Isabel_, _Isabel_, where are you?
_Yo. Lar._ Here.
_Mart._ Come to my Arms, my Angel.
_Yo. Lar._ I hope you are in no frightful Shape.
_Mart._ I am in the Shape of that very good Man thy Confessor, honest Father _Martin_. Let me embrace thee, my Love, my Charmer.
_Yo. Lar._ Bless me, what do you mean?
_Mart._ The Words even of a Spirit cannot tell you what I mean. Lead me to thy Bed, there shalt thou know my Meaning. There will we repeat those Pleasures which this Day I gave thee in another Shape--Tread softly, my dearest, sweetest! This Night shall make thee Mother to a Pope.
[Laroon _leads him out._
SCENE XIII. _Another Apartment._
_Old_ Laroon, Jourdain, Isabel, _a Priest_, _Young_ Laroon, Martin, _and_ Beatrice.
_Mart._ Whither would you pull me?
_Yo. Lar._ Villain, I'll shew thee whither.
_Mart._ Ha!
_Yo. Lar._ Down on thy Knees, confess thy self the worst of Villains, or I'll drive this Dagger to thy Heart.
_Priest._ He needs not confess, our Ears are sufficient Witnesses against him.
_Old Lar._ Huzzah! Huzzah! The Priest is caught, the Priest is caught.
_Jourd._ I am Thunder-struck with Amazement.
_Old Lar._ How durst you attempt to debauch my Son, you black Rascal: I have a great Mind to make an Example of you for attempting to dishonour my Family.
