SCENE VI.

_Old_ Laroon, _Young_ Laroon, Jourdain, Martin.

_Old Lar._ Mr. _Jourdain_, your Servant. Where is my Daughter-in-law: I'll warrant she will easily forgive one Day's forwarding the Match. Odso, it's an Error of the right side.

_Jourd._ Talk not to me of my Daughter, I am possessed, I am possessed.

_Old Lar._ Possessed--what the Devil are you possessed with.

_Jourd._ I am possessed with the Devil.

_Old Lar._ You are possessed with a Priest, and that's worse. Come, let's have the Wedding, and at Night, we'll drive the Devil out of you with a Fidle. The Devil is a great Lover of Musick. I have known half a Dozen Devils dance out of a Man's Mouth at the tuning a Violin, then present the Company with a Hornpipe, and so dance a Jig through the Keyhole.

_Mart._ Thou art the Devil's Son; for he is the Father of Lyars.

_Old Lar._ Thou art the Devil's Footman, and wearest his proper Livery.

_Jourd._ Fy upon you, Mr. _Laroon_; Fy upon you.

_Mart._ Mr. _Laroon_! O surprizing Effect of Possession----Here is no Body.

_Jourd._ Can I not believe my Eyes?

_Mart._ Can you not! no--you are to believe mine. The Eyes of the Laity may err, the Eyes of a Priest cannot.

_Jourd._ And do I not see Mr. _Laroon_ and his Son!

_Mart._ You see neither. It is the Spirit within you that represents to your Eyes and Ears what Objects it pleases.

_Jourd._ Oh! miserable Wretch.

_Old Lar._ Agad I'll try whether I am no Body or no, and whether I cannot make this Priest sensible that I am somebody.

_Y. Lar._ For Heaven's sake, Sir, consider the Consequence.

_Old Lar._ Consequence! Do you think I'll suffer a Rascal to prove me nothing at all to my Face?

_Jourd._ And is it possible all this is a Vision?

_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!