_Isa._ Oh! I shou'd like him in any Shape, and I dare swear he'll come in any Shape too: For he is the purest, sweetest, most complaisant Spirit: I could have almost sworn it had been Mr. _Laroon_ himself. _Mart._ Was there ever such a---- _Isa._ Nay, when it came in first, it behaved just like Mr. _Laroon_, and call'd it self by his Name; but when it found I did not answer a Word, it took me by the Hand, and cry'd, is it possible you can be angry with your _Laroon_! I answer'd not a Word; then it kissed me a hundred times; I said nothing still; it caught me in its Arms, and embrac'd me Passionately; I still behaved as you commanded me, very passive. _Mart._ Oh! the Devil, the Devil! Was ever Man so caught. And did you never apprehend it to be Mr. _Laroon_ himself? _Isa._ Heaven forbid, I should have suffered Mr. _Laroon_ in those Familiarities, which you order'd me to allow the Spirit. _Mart._ I am caught indeed. Damn'd driveling Idiot! [_Aside._ _Isa._ But, dear Father, tell me, shall I not see it again quickly? For I long to see it again. _Mart._ Oh! Yes, yes---- _Isa._ I long to see it in the dark (methinks) for you know, Father, one sees Spirits best in the dark. _Mart._ Ay, ay, you'll see it in the dark, I warrant you; but be sure and behave as you did before. _Isa._ And will he always behave as he did before, Father? _Mart._ Hum! Be in your Chamber this Evening at Eight; take care there be no Light in the Room, and perhaps the Spirit may pay you a second Visit. _Isa._ I'll be sure to be punctual. _Mart._ And passive. _Isa._ I'll obey you in every thing. _Mart._ Senseless Oaf. But tho' I have lost the first Fruits by her extreme Folly, yet am I highly delighted with it; and if I do not make a notable use of it I am no Priest. SCENE III. 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? SCENE IV. _Old_ Laroon _in a Friar's Habit_, Jourdain. _Old Lar._ A Plague attend this House and all that are in it. _Jourd._ Oh! Oh! _Old Lar._ Art thou that miserable, sad, poor Son of a Whore, _Jourdain_? _Jourd._ Alas! Alas! _Old Lar._ If thou art he, I have a Message to thee from St. _Francis_. The Saint gives his humble Service to you, and bid me tell you, You are one of the saddest Dogs that ever liv'd; for having disobey'd his Orders, and attempted to put your Daughter into a Nunnery: For which he has given me positive Orders to assure you, you shall lie in Purgatory five hundred thousand Years.