_Mart._ And if any thing be wanting on mine, may I never say Mass again, or never be paid for Masses I have not said. Either this Girl has extraordinary Simplicity, or what is more likely, extraordinary Cunning; she does not seem averse to my Kisses. Why should I not imagine she sees and approves my Design. Well, I'll say this for the Sex: Let a Man but invent any Excuse for the Sin, and they are all ready to undertake it. How happy is a Priest, Who can the blushing Maid's Resistance smother, With Sin in one Hand, Pardon in the other. ACT III. SCENE I. SCENE, Isabel'_s_ _Apartment_. _Young_ Laroon, Isabel. _Young_ LAROON. Perdition seize the Villain, may all the Torments of twenty Inquisitions wrack his Soul. _Isa._ Act your Part well, and we shall not want his own Weapons against him. _Yo. Lar._ Sure it is impossible he can intend it-- _Isa._ Shall I make the Experiment? _Yo. Lar._ I shall never be able to forbear murdering him. _Isa._ You shall promise not to commit any Violence, you know too well what wou'd be the Consequence of that. Let us sufficiently convict him, and leave his Punishment to the Law. _Yo. Lar._ And I know too well what will be the Consequence of that. There seems to be a Combination between Priests and Lawyers; the Lawyers are to save the Priests from Punishment for their Rogueries in this World, and the Priests the Lawyers in the next. _Isa._ However, the same Law that screens him for having injured you, will punish you for having done Justice to him. [_Knocking at the Door._ _Isa._ Oh! Heavens! the Priest is at the Door. What shall we do? _Yo. Lar._ Damn him: I'll stay here and confront him. _Isa._ Oh! No, by no means: For once, I'll attack him in his own Way; so the Moment he opens the Door, do you run out and leave the rest to me. [_She throws her self into a Chair, and shrieks._ _Young_ Laroon _overturns_ Martin. SCENE II. Martin, Isabel. _Mart._ I am slain, I am overlaid, I am murdered. Oh! Daughter, Daughter, is this your patient Expectation of the Spirit? _Isa._ It has been here: It has been here. _Mart._ What has been here? _Isa._ Oh! the Spirit, the Spirit. It has been here this half Hour, and just as you came in, it vanished away in a Clap of Thunder, and I thought would have taken the Room with it. _Mart._ I thought it would have taken me with it, I am sure. Spirit indeed! There are abundance of such Spirits as these in _Toulon_. And pray, how have the Spirit and you employed your time this half Hour? _Isa._ Oh! don't ask me: It is impossible to tell you. _Mart._ Ay, 'tis needless too: for I can give a shrewd Guess. I suppose you like his Company. _Isa._ Oh! so well! That I could wish he would visit me ten Times every Day. _Mart._ Oh, Ho! And in the same Shape too.