Scrub. Why, the mother of all this mischief is a priest.
Arch. A priest!
Scrub. Ay, a damned son of a whore of Babylon, that came over hither to say grace to the French officers, and eat up our provisions. There's not a day goes over his head without a dinner or supper in this house.
Arch. How came he so familiar in the family? [81]
Scrub. Because he speaks English as if he had lived here all his life, and tells lies as if he had been a traveller from his cradle.
Arch. And this priest, I'm afraid, has converted the affections of your Gipsy?
Scrub. Converted! ay, and perverted, my dear friend: for, I 'm afraid, he has made her a whore and a papist! But this is not all; there's the French count and Mrs. Sullen, they 're in the confederacy, and for some private ends of their own, to be sure.
Arch. A very hopeful family yours, brother Scrub! suppose the maiden lady has her lover too?
Scrub. Not that I know: she's the best on 'em, that's the truth on't: but they take care to prevent my curiosity, by giving me so much business, that I'm a perfect slave. What d' ye think is my place in this family?
Arch. Butler, I suppose. [99]