SCENE VII.

_Old_ Laroon, _Young_ Laroon, Martin.

_Old Lar._ Hearkee, Sir, will you please to tell me what this great Impudence of yours means? and what you would intend by Annihilating me.

_Mart._ It were happy for such Sinners that they cou'd be annihilated: It were worth you two hundred thousand Masses, take my Word for it.

_Old Lar._ It were happy for such Rascals as you, Sirrah, that all Honesty was annihilated.

_Y. Lar._ But pray, Father, what Reasons have you for preventing my Match with _Isabel_?

_Mart._ Reasons, young Gentleman, that are not proper for your Ears. _Isabel_ is intended for a better Bridegroom than you.

_Old Lar._ How, Sirrah! how! Do you disparage my Son? Do you run down my Boy? Hearkee, either make up Affairs between them immediately, exert thy self in thy proper office and hold the Door, or I'll blow up thy Convent; I'll burn your Garrison, and disband such a Set of black Locusts as shall rob and pillage all _Toulon_.

_Mart._ I contemn thy Threats. The Saints defend their Ministers.

_Old Lar._ The Saints defend their Ministers! the Laws defend them: St. Wheel, and St. Prison, and St. Gibbet, and St. Faggot; these are the Saints that defend you. If you had no Defence but from the Saints in the other World, you wou'd few of you stay long in this. If you had no other Arms than your Beads, you would have shortly no other Food.

_Mart._ Oh Slanderous! Oh impious! some Judgment cannot be far off.

_Old Lar._ When a Priest is so near--Sirrah!