Old Lar. Prepare her Mind for a young Fellow; prepare your Mind for a Bishoprick.
Mart. Sir, there are Ceremonies requisite, I shall be as expeditious as possible, but the Church has Rules.
Old Lar. Sir, you may be as expeditious or as slow as you please, but I will not have my Boy disappointed of his Happiness one Day, for all the Rules in Europe.
SCENE V.
Martin, Isabel.
Mart. I shall bring this Haughtiness to a Penance, you may not like. Well, my dear Daughter, I hope your Account is not long. You have not many Articles since our last Reckoning.
Isa. I wish you do not think it so, Father. First, telling nine Lyes at the Opera the other Night to Mr. Laroon; yesterday talk'd during the whole Mass to a young Cavalier, [he groans.] Nay, if you groan already, I shall make you groan more before I have done; last Night cheated at Cards, scandalized three of my Acquaintance, went to Bed without saying my Prayers, and dreamt of Mr. Laroon.
Mart. Oh!—Tell me the Particulars of that Dream.
Isa. Nay, Father, that I must be excus'd.
Mart. Modesty at Confession is as unseasonable as in Bed, and your Mind should appear as naked to your Confessor, as your Person to your Husband.