Jourd. Oh, Daughter, Daughter, some Evil Spirit is busy with you. The same Spirit that visited me this Morning, is now in you.
Isa. I wish the Spirit that is in me wou'd visit you, you wou'd kick this Rogue out of Doors.
Jourd. The wicked Reason of your Anger is too plain. The Priest won't let you have your Fellow.
Isa. The Priest would have me for himself.
Jourd. Oh! wicked Assertion! Oh! base Return for the Care he has taken of your poor sinful Father, for the Love he has shewn for your Soul.
Isa. He has shewn more Love for my Body, believe me, Sir. Nay, go but with me, and you shall believe your own Eyes and Ears.
Jourd. Against the Church, Heaven forbid!
Isa. Will you not believe your own Senses, Sir?
Jourd. Not when the Church contradicts them.—Alas! How do we know what we believe without the Church? Why I thought I saw Mr. Laroon and his Son to-day, when I saw neither. Alack-a-day, Child, the Church often contradicts our Senses. But you owe these wicked Thoughts to your Education in England, that vile heretical Country, where every Man believes what Religion he pleases, and most believe none.
Isa. Well, Sir, if you will not be convinced, you shall be the only Person in Toulon that is not.