Go. While I retire and comfort your Daughter. Was this a Suspicion of _Laroon_'s, or am I betrayed? I begin to fear. I'll act with Caution, for I am not able yet to discover whether this Girl be of prodigious Simplicity or Cunning. How vain is Policy, when the little Arts of a Woman are superior to the Wisdom of a Conclave. A Priest may cheat Mankind, but a Woman would cheat the Devil. SCENE VIII. _The Street._ _Old_ Laroon, _Young_ Laroon _meet_. _Y. Lar._ Well, Sir, what Success? _Old Lar._ Success! you Rascal! If ever you offer to put me into a Priest's Skin again, I'll beat you out of your own. _Y. Lar._ What's the Matter, Sir? _Old Lar._ Matter, Sir? Why I have been laughed at, have been abused. 'Sdeath! Sir! I am in such a Passion, that I do not believe I shall come to my self again these twenty Years. That Rascal _Martin_ discovered me in an Instant, and turned me into a Jest. _Y. Lar._ Be comforted, Sir, you may yet have the Pleasure of turning him into one. _Old Lar._ Nothing less than turning him inside out.----Nothing less than broiling his Gizzard will satisfy me. _Y. Lar._ Come with me, and I dare swear, I'll give your Revenge Content. We have laid a Snare for him, which I think it is impossible he should escape. _Old Lar._ A Snare for a Priest! a Trap for the Devil! You will as soon catch the one as the other. _Y. Lar._ I am sure our Bait is good----A fine Woman is as good a Bait for a Priest-trap, as toasted Cheese is for a Mouse-trap. _Old Lar._ Yes, but the Rascal will nibble off twenty Baits before you can take him. _Y. Lar._ Leave that to us. I'll warrant our Success. _Old Lar._ Wilt thou? then I shall have more Pleasure in taking this one Priest, than in all the other wild Beasts I have ever taken. SCENE IX. Jourdain, Isabel. _Isa._ If I don't convince you he's a Villain, renounce me for your Daughter. Do not shut your Ears against Truth, and you shall want no other Evidence. _Jourd._ Oh, Daughter, Daughter, some Evil Spirit is busy with you. The same Spirit that visited me this Morning, is now in you. _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 Assertion! 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?