_Elv._ Go hence, good father; my husband, you see, is in an ill humour, and I would not have you witness of his folly. [LORENZO _going._ _Gom._ [_Running to the door._] By your reverence's favour, hold a little; I must examine you something better, before you go.--Heyday! who have we here? Father Dominick is shrunk in the wetting two yards and a half about the belly. What are become of those two timber logs, that he used to wear for legs, that stood strutting like the two black posts before a door? I am afraid some bad body has been setting him over a fire in a great cauldron, and boiled him down half the quantity, for a recipe. This is no father Dominick, no huge overgrown abbey-lubber; this is but a diminutive sucking friar. As sure as a gun, now, father Dominick has been spawning this young slender anti-christ. _Elv._ He will be found, there's no prevention. [_Aside._ _Gom._ Why does he not speak? What! is the friar possessed with a dumb devil? if he be, I shall make bold to conjure him. _Elv._ He is but a novice in his order, and is enjoined silence for a penance. _Gom._ A novice, quotha! you would make a novice of me, too, if you could. But what was his business here? answer me that, gentlewoman, answer me that. _Elv._ What should it be, but to give me some spiritual instructions. _Gom._ Very good; and you are like to edify much from a dumb preacher. This will not pass, I must examine the contents of him a little closer.--O thou confessor, confess who thou art, or thou art no friar of this world!--[_He comes to_ LORENZO, _who struggles with him; his Habit flies open, and discovers a Sword;_ GOMEZ _starts back._]--As I live, this is a manifest member of the church militant. _Lor._ [_Aside._] I am discovered; now, impudence be my refuge.--Yes, faith, 'tis I, honest Gomez; thou seest I use thee like a friend; this is a familiar visit. _Gom._ What! colonel Hernando turned a friar! who could have suspected you of so much godliness? _Lor._ Even as thou seest, I make bold here. _Gom._ A very frank manner of proceeding; but I do not wonder at your visit, after so friendly an invitation as I made you. Marry, I hope you will excuse the blunderbusses for not being in readiness to salute you; but let me know your hour, and all shall be mended another time. _Lor._ Hang it, I hate such ripping up of old unkindness: I was upon the frolic this evening, and came to visit thee in masquerade. _Gom._ Very likely; and not finding me at home, you were forced to toy away an hour with my wife, or so. _Lor._ Right; thou speak'st my very soul. _Gom._ Why, am not I a friend, then, to help thee out? you would have been fumbling half an hour for this excuse. But, as I remember, you promised to storm my citadel, and bring your regiment of red locusts upon me for free quarters: I find, colonel, by your habit, there are black locusts in the world, as well as red.