SCENE VI.
Old Laroon, Young Laroon, Jourdain, Martin.
Old Lar. Mr. Jourdain, your Servant. Where is my Daughter-in-law: I'll warrant she will easily forgive one Day's forwarding the Match. Odso, it's an Error of the right side.
Jourd. Talk not to me of my Daughter, I am possessed, I am possessed.
Old Lar. Possessed—what the Devil are you possessed with.
Jourd. I am possessed with the Devil.
Old Lar. You are possessed with a Priest, and that's worse. Come, let's have the Wedding, and at Night, we'll drive the Devil out of you with a Fidle. The Devil is a great Lover of Musick. I have known half a Dozen Devils dance out of a Man's Mouth at the tuning a Violin, then present the Company with a Hornpipe, and so dance a Jig through the Keyhole.
Mart. Thou art the Devil's Son; for he is the Father of Lyars.
Old Lar. Thou art the Devil's Footman, and wearest his proper Livery.
Jourd. Fy upon you, Mr. Laroon; Fy upon you.