Lor. No, I'll be sworn, by what I see of you, you are not:—To the bottom;—I warrant him a true church-man.—Now, father, to our business: 'tis agreeable to your calling; I do intend to do an act of charity.
Dom. And I love to hear of charity; 'tis a comfortable subject.
Lor. Being in the late battle, in great hazard of my life, I recommended my person to good Saint Dominick.
Dom. You could not have pitched upon a better; he's a sure card; I never knew him fail his votaries.
Lor. Troth, I also made bold to strike up a bargain with him, that, if I escaped with life and plunder, I would present some brother of his order with part of the booty taken from the infidels, to be employed in charitable uses.
Dom. There you hit him; Saint Dominick loves 412 charity exceedingly; that argument never fails with him.
Lor. The spoils were mighty; and I scorn to wrong him of a farthing. To make short my story; I inquired among the jacobins for an almoner, and the general fame has pointed out your reverence as the worthiest man:—here are fifty good pieces in this purse.
Dom. How, fifty pieces? 'tis too much, too much in conscience.
Lor. Here, take them, father.
Dom. No, in troth, I dare not; do not tempt me to break my vow of poverty.