Jourd. I am Thunder-struck with Amazement.
Old Lar. How durst you attempt to debauch my Son, you black Rascal: I have a great Mind to make an Example of you for attempting to dishonour my Family.
Priest. You shall be made a severe Example of for having dishonour'd your Order.
Mart. I shall find another time to answer you.
Old Lar. Hold, Sir, hold. I have too much Charity not to cleanse you, as much as possible, from your Pollution. So, Who's there? [Enter Servants.] Here take this worthy Gentleman, and wash him a little in a Horse-pond, then toss him dry in a Blanket.
1 Serv. We will wash him with a Vengeance.
All. Ay, ay, we'll wash him.
Mart. You may repent this, Mr. Laroon.
SCENE the Last.
Old Laroon, Young Laroon, Jourdain, Priest, Isabel, and Beatrice.