_Old Lar._ Son, behave civilly to him, nor mention a Word of what I have told you--that we may entrap him more securely. SCENE V. Martin, _to them_. _Mart._ Peace be with my Son. Ha! a Friar here! I like not this, I will have no Partners in my Plunder. Save you, reverend Father. _Old Lar._ _Tu quoque._ _Mart._ This Fellow should be a Jesuit by his Taciturnity. You see, Father, the miserable State of our poor Son. _Old Lar._ I have advis'd him thereon. _Mart._ Your Advice is kind, tho' needless. He hath not wanted Prayer, Fasting, nor Castigation, which are proper Physick for him. _Old Lar._ Or suppose, Father, he was to go to a Ball. What think you of a Ball? _Mart._ A Ball? _Old Lar._ Ay, or a Wench now; suppose, we were to procure him a Wench. _Mart._ Oh! monstrous! Oh! impious!---- _Old Lar._ I only give my Opinion. _Mart._ Thy Opinion is damnable. And thou art some Wolf in Sheep's clothing. Thou art a Scandal to thy Order. _Old Lar._ I wish thou art not more a Scandal to thine, Brother Father, to abuse a poor old Fellow in a Fit of the Spleen here as thou dost, with a Set of ridiculous Notions of Purgatory and the Devil knows what, when both you and I know there is no such thing. _Mart._ That I should not know thee before. Don't you know this reverend Father, Son? Your worthy Neighbour _Laroon_. _Old Lar._ Then farewel, Hypocrisy. I wou'd not wear thy Cloke another Hour for any Consideration. _Jourd._ What do I see? _Old Lar._ Why you see a very honest Neighbour of yours, that has try'd to deliver you out of the Claws of a roguish Priest, whom you may see too; look in the Glass and you may see an old doating Fool, who is afraid of his own Shadow. _Mart._ Be not concerned at this, Son. Perhaps, one Hour's suffering from this Fellow, may strike off several Years of Purgatory; I have known such Instances. _Jourd._ Oh! Father! Didst thou know what I have been guilty of believing against thee, from the Mouth of this wicked Man? _Old Lar._ Death and the Devil, I'll stay no longer here; for if I do, I shall cut this Priest's Throat, tho' the Rack was before my Face. SCENE VI. Martin, Jourdain. _Mart._ Son, take care of believing any thing against the Church: It is as sinful to believe any thing against the Church, as to disbelieve any thing for it. You are to believe what the Church tells you, and no more. _Jourd._ I almost shudder when I think what I believed against you. I believed that you had seduced my Daughter. _Mart._ Oh! horrible! and did you believe it? Think not you believed it. I order you to think you did not believe it, and it were now sinful to believe you did believe it. _Jourd._ And can I think so. _Mart._ Certainly. I know what you believe better than you your self do. However, that your Mind may be cleansed from the least Pollution of Thought--go say over ten Bead-Rolls immediately, go and Peace attend you---- _Jourd._ I am exceedingly comforted within. SCENE VII. Martin _solus_.