Mart. Retire to Rest——while I by the Force and Battery of Prayer, expel this dreadful Guest.
Jourd. Oh! what a miserable Wretch am I!
SCENE VII.
Old Laroon, Young Laroon, Martin.
Old Lar. Hearkee, Sir, will you please to tell me what this great Impudence of yours means? and what you would intend by Annihilating me.
Mart. It were happy for such Sinners that they cou'd be annihilated: It were worth you two hundred thousand Masses, take my Word for it.
Old Lar. It were happy for such Rascals as you, Sirrah, that all Honesty was annihilated.
Y. Lar. But pray, Father, what Reasons have you for preventing my Match with Isabel?
Mart. Reasons, young Gentleman, that are not proper for your Ears. Isabel is intended for a better Bridegroom than you.