Tom. Madam, here’s Mr. Ananias Gogle, the Lay-Elder of Clement’s Parish.
L. Des. Damn the sham Saint; am I now in Condition to be plagu’d with his impertinent Nonsense?
Tom. Oh! Pray, Madam, [hear him preach] a little; ’tis the purest Sport—
Enter Ananias.
Ana. Peace be in this Place.
L. Des. A blessed hearing; he preaches nothing in his Conventicles, but Blood and Slaughter. [Aside.
What wou’d you, Sir? I’m something busy now.
Ana. Ah, the Children of the Elect have no Business but the great Work of Reformation: Yea verily, I say, all other Business is profane, and diabolical, and devilish; Yea, I say, these Dressings, Curls, and Shining Habilliments—which take so up your time, your precious time; I say, they are an Abomination, yea, an Abomination in the sight of the Righteous, and serve but as an Ignis fatuus, to lead vain Man astray—I say again— [Looking now and then behind on the Page.
L. Des. —You are a very Coxcomb.