Foi. Leave dat wid me, joy; I am your priest, gra; and your conscience is under my hands.
Gip. But should I put the Count into the closet—
Foi. Vel, is dere any shin for a man's being in a closhet? one may go to prayers in a closhet. [290]
Gip. But if the lady should come into her chamber, and go to bed?
Foi. Vel, and is dere any shin in going to bed, joy?
Gip. Ay, but if the parties should meet, doctor?
Foi. Vel den—the parties must be responsible. Do you be gone after putting the Count into the closhet; and leave the shins wid themselves. I will come with the Count to instruct you in your chamber. [299]
Gip. Well, doctor, your religion is so pure! Methinks I'm so easy after an absolution, and can sin afresh with so much security, that I 'm resolved to die a martyr to't Here's the key of the garden door, come in the back way when 'tis late, I 'll be ready to receive you; but don't so much as whisper, only take hold of my hand; I 'll lead you, and do you lead the Count, and follow me. [Exeunt.
Scrub. [Coming forward.] What witchcraft now have these two imps of the devil been a-hatching here? 'There 's twenty louis-d'ors'; I heard that, and saw the purse.—But I must give room to my betters.
[Exit.