_Jourd._ She is intended for another Marriage, Sir, a much better Match. _Old. Lar._ A much better Match!-- _Isa._ Yes, Sir, I am to be sent to a Nunnery, to pray my Father out of Purgatory. _Old Lar._ Oh! Ho!--We'll make that Matter very easy: he shall have no Fear of Purgatory; for I'll send him to the Devil this Moment. Come, Sir, draw, draw-- _Jourd._ Draw what, Sir! _Old Lar._ Draw your Sword, Sir. _Jourd._ Alas, Sir, I have long since done with Swords, I have broke my Sword long since. _Old Lar._ Then I shall break your Head, you old Rogue. _Jourd._ Heyday----you are mad; what's the Matter? _Old Lar._ Oh! no matter, no matter, you have used me ill, and you are a Son of a Whore, that's all. _Jourd._ I wou'd not, Mr. _Laroon_, have my Conscience accuse me of using you ill: I would not have preferred any earthly Match to your Son, but if Heaven requires her-- _Old Lar._ I shall run mad. _Jourd._ I hope my Daughter has Grace enough to make an Atonement for her Father's Sins. _Old Lar._ And so, you wou'd atone for all your former Rogueries, by a greater, by perverting the Design of Nature! Was this Girl intended for praying! Hearkee, old Gentleman, let the young Couple together, and they'll sacrifice their first Fruits to the Church. _Jourd._ It is impossible. _Old Lar._ Well, Sir, then I shall attempt to persuade you no longer; so, Sir, I desire you would fetch your Sword. SCENE III. _Young_ Laroon _in a Friar's Habit_, _Old_ Laroon, Jourdain. _Y. Lar._ Let Peace be in this House----Where is the Sinner _Jourdain_? _Jourd._ Here is the miserable Wretch. _Old Lar._ Death and the Devil, another Priest. _Y. Lar._ Then know I am thy Friend, and am come to save thee from Destruction. _Old Lar._ That's likely enough. _Y. Lar._ St. _Francis_ the Patron of our Order hath sent me on this Journey, to caution thee, that thou may not suffer thy sinful Daughter to profane the holy Veil. Such was it seems thy Purpose; but the Perdition that would have attended it I dread to think on. Rejoice therefore, and prostrate thy self at the Shrine of a Saint, who has not only sent thee this Caution, but does himself intercede for all thy Sins. _Old Lar._ Agad! and St. _Francis_ is a very honest Fellow, and thou art the first Priest that ever I lik'd in my whole Life. _Jourd._ St. _Francis_ honours me too much. I shall try to deserve the Favour of that Saint. But wherefore is my Daughter denied the holy Veil? _Y. Lar._ Your Daughter, I am concerned to say it, is now with Child by a young Gentleman, one Mr. _Laroon_. _Jourd._ Oh Heavens! _Old Lar._ What's that you say, Sir, because I thought I heard somewhat of a damn'd Lye come out of your Mouth. _Y. Lar._ Sir, it is St. _Francis_ speaks within me, and he cannot be mistaken. _Old Lar._ I can tell you, Sir, if that young Gentleman had heard you, he would certainly have thrashed St. _Francis_ out of you.