_Mart._ Perhaps you are not designed to marry any. Let me feel your Pulse----Extremely feverish. _Isa._ You are enough to put any one in a Fever. I was to have been married to-morrow to a pretty Fellow, and now I must defer my Marriage, 'till you have consider'd whether I shall marry at all or no. _Mart._ Have you any more Sins to confess! _Isa._ Sins!--You have put all my Sins out of my Head, I think. _Mart._ Benedicite--[_crossing himself._] Daughter, you shall see me soon again, for great things are in Agitation; At present, I leave you to your Prayers. SCENE V. Isabel _alone_. _Isa._ Sure never poor Maid had more need of Prayers: but you have left me no great Stomach to them. Great things are in Agitation! What can he mean? It must be so----Some old liquorish Rogue with a Title, or a larger Estate hath a mind to supplant my dear _Laroon_. SCENE VI. _Young_ Laroon, Isabel. _Yo. Lar._ My _Isabel_, my Sweet!--how painfully do I count each tedious Hour, till I can call you mine? _Isa._ Indeed, you are like to count many more tedious Hours than you imagine. _Yo. Lar._ Ha! What means my Love? _Isa._ I would not have your Wishes too impatient, that's all; but if you will wait a Week, you shall know whether I intend to marry you or not. _Yo. Lar._ And is this possible? Can Words like these fall from _Isabel_'s sweet Lips; can she be false, inconstant, perjured? _Isa._ Oh! do not discharge such a Volley of terrible Names upon me before you are certain I deserve them; doubt only whether I can be obedient to my Confessor, and guess the rest. _Yo. Lar._ Can he have enjoined you to be perjured, by Heaven it would be sinful to obey him. _Isa._ Be satisfied, if I prevail with my self to obey him in this Week's Delay, I will carry my Obedience no farther. _Yo. Lar._ Oh! to what Happiness have those dear Words restor'd me. I am again my self: for while the Possession of thee is sure, tho' distant, there is in that dear Hope, more Transport than any other actual Enjoyment can afford. _Isa._ Well adieu, and to cram you quite full with Hope (since you like the Food) I here promise you, that the Commands of all the Priests in _France_ shall not force me to marry another. That is, Sir, I will either marry you or die a Maid, and I have no violent Inclination to the latter, on the Word of a Virgin. SCENE VII. _Young_ Laroon _solus_. Whether a violent Hatred to my Father, or an inordinate Love for Mischief, hath set the Priest on this Affair, I know not. Perhaps it is the former----for the old Gentleman hath the Happiness of being universally hated by every Priest in _Toulon_----Let a Man abuse a Physician, he makes another Physician his Friend, let him rail at a Lawyer, another will plead his Cause gratis; if he libel this Courtier, that Courtier receives him into his Bosom: but let him once attack a Hornet or a Priest, the whole Nest of Hornets, and the whole Regiment of Black-guards are sure to be upon him. SCENE VIII.