_Jourd._ Not when the Church contradicts them.--Alas! How do we know what we believe without the Church? Why I thought I saw Mr. _Laroon_ and his Son to-day, when I saw neither. Alack-a-day, Child, the Church often contradicts our Senses. But you owe these wicked Thoughts to your Education in _England_, that vile heretical Country, where every Man believes what Religion he pleases, and most believe none. _Isa._ Well, Sir, if you will not be convinced, you shall be the only Person in _Toulon_ that is not. _Jourd._ I will go with thee, if it were only to see how far this wicked Spirit will carry his Imposition; for I am convinced the Devil will leave no Stone unturn'd to work my Destruction. _Isa._ I hope you will find us too hard for him and his Ambassador too. SCENE X. _Another Apartment._ _Young_ Laroon _in Woman's Clothes_. None ever waited with more Impatience for her Lover than I for mine. It is a delightful Assignation, but I hope it is a Prelude to one more agreeable. I shall have Difficulty to refrain from beating the Rascal before he has discover'd himself-- [_Knocking at the Door._] Who's there? [_Softly._] _Bea._ _Isabel, Isabel._ _Old Lar._ Come in. What a soft Voice the Rogue caterwauls in. SCENE XI. _Young_ Laroon, Beatrice. _Bea._ What are you doing in the Dark, my Dear? _Y. Lar._ Heyday, who the Devil is this? I seem to be in a way of an Assignation in earnest. _Bea._ _Isabel_, where are you? _Y. Lar._ Here, Child, give me your Hand. Dear Mademoiselle _Beatrice_, is it you? _Bea._ Oh Heavens! am I in a Man's Arms? _Y. Lar._ Hush! hush!----Don't you know my Voice----I am _Laroon_. _Bea._ Mr. _Laroon_! What Business can you have here? _Y. Lar._ Ask me no Questions, get but into a Corner of the Room and be silent, and you will perhaps see a very diverting Scene. Nay, do not be afraid, for I assure you, it will be a very innocent one; make haste, dear Madam, you will do a very laudable Action, by being an additional Evidence to the Discovery of a notorious Villain. _Bea._ I cannot guess your Meaning, but would willingly assist on such an Occasion. _Yo. Lar._ Now for my desiring Lover. Ha! I think I hear him. SCENE XII. _Young_ Laroon, Martin. _Mart._ _Isabel_, _Isabel_, where are you? _Yo. Lar._ Here. _Mart._ Come to my Arms, my Angel. _Yo. Lar._ I hope you are in no frightful Shape. _Mart._ I am in the Shape of that very good Man thy Confessor, honest Father _Martin_. Let me embrace thee, my Love, my Charmer. _Yo. Lar._ Bless me, what do you mean? _Mart._ The Words even of a Spirit cannot tell you what I mean. Lead me to thy Bed, there shalt thou know my Meaning. There will we repeat those Pleasures which this Day I gave thee in another Shape--Tread softly, my dearest, sweetest! This Night shall make thee Mother to a Pope. [Laroon _leads him out._