_Mart._ You are possessed; the Devil has taken possession of you; he is now within you, I saw him just now look out of your Eyes. _Jourd._ O miserable Wretch that I am! SCENE VI. _Old_ Laroon, _Young_ Laroon, Jourdain, Martin. _Old Lar._ Mr. _Jourdain_, your Servant. Where is my Daughter-in-law: I'll warrant she will easily forgive one Day's forwarding the Match. Odso, it's an Error of the right side. _Jourd._ Talk not to me of my Daughter, I am possessed, I am possessed. _Old Lar._ Possessed--what the Devil are you possessed with. _Jourd._ I am possessed with the Devil. _Old Lar._ You are possessed with a Priest, and that's worse. Come, let's have the Wedding, and at Night, we'll drive the Devil out of you with a Fidle. The Devil is a great Lover of Musick. I have known half a Dozen Devils dance out of a Man's Mouth at the tuning a Violin, then present the Company with a Hornpipe, and so dance a Jig through the Keyhole. _Mart._ Thou art the Devil's Son; for he is the Father of Lyars. _Old Lar._ Thou art the Devil's Footman, and wearest his proper Livery. _Jourd._ Fy upon you, Mr. _Laroon_; Fy upon you. _Mart._ Mr. _Laroon_! O surprizing Effect of Possession----Here is no Body. _Jourd._ Can I not believe my Eyes? _Mart._ Can you not! no--you are to believe mine. The Eyes of the Laity may err, the Eyes of a Priest cannot. _Jourd._ And do I not see Mr. _Laroon_ and his Son! _Mart._ You see neither. It is the Spirit within you that represents to your Eyes and Ears what Objects it pleases. _Jourd._ Oh! miserable Wretch. _Old Lar._ Agad I'll try whether I am no Body or no, and whether I cannot make this Priest sensible that I am somebody. _Y. Lar._ For Heaven's sake, Sir, consider the Consequence. _Old Lar._ Consequence! Do you think I'll suffer a Rascal to prove me nothing at all to my Face? _Jourd._ And is it possible all this is a Vision? _Mart._ Retire to Rest----while I by the Force and Battery of Prayer, expel this dreadful Guest. _Jourd._ Oh! what a miserable Wretch am I! SCENE VII. _Old_ Laroon, _Young_ Laroon, Martin. _Old Lar._ Hearkee, Sir, will you please to tell me what this great Impudence of yours means? and what you would intend by Annihilating me. _Mart._ It were happy for such Sinners that they cou'd be annihilated: It were worth you two hundred thousand Masses, take my Word for it. _Old Lar._ It were happy for such Rascals as you, Sirrah, that all Honesty was annihilated. _Y. Lar._ But pray, Father, what Reasons have you for preventing my Match with _Isabel_? _Mart._ Reasons, young Gentleman, that are not proper for your Ears. _Isabel_ is intended for a better Bridegroom than you.