SCENE II.

Martin, Isabel.

_Mart._ I am slain, I am overlaid, I am murdered. Oh! Daughter, Daughter, is this your patient Expectation of the Spirit?

_Isa._ It has been here: It has been here.

_Mart._ What has been here?

_Isa._ Oh! the Spirit, the Spirit. It has been here this half Hour, and just as you came in, it vanished away in a Clap of Thunder, and I thought would have taken the Room with it.

_Mart._ I thought it would have taken me with it, I am sure. Spirit indeed! There are abundance of such Spirits as these in _Toulon_. And pray, how have the Spirit and you employed your time this half Hour?

_Isa._ Oh! don't ask me: It is impossible to tell you.

_Mart._ Ay, 'tis needless too: for I can give a shrewd Guess. I suppose you like his Company.

_Isa._ Oh! so well! That I could wish he would visit me ten Times every Day.

_Mart._ Oh, Ho! And in the same Shape too.

_Isa._ Oh! I shou'd like him in any Shape, and I dare swear he'll come in any Shape too: For he is the purest, sweetest, most complaisant Spirit: I could have almost sworn it had been Mr. _Laroon_ himself.

_Mart._ Was there ever such a----

_Isa._ Nay, when it came in first, it behaved just like Mr. _Laroon_, and call'd it self by his Name; but when it found I did not answer a Word, it took me by the Hand, and cry'd, is it possible you can be angry with your _Laroon_! I answer'd not a Word; then it kissed me a hundred times; I said nothing still; it caught me in its Arms, and embrac'd me Passionately; I still behaved as you commanded me, very passive.

_Mart._ Oh! the Devil, the Devil! Was ever Man so caught. And did you never apprehend it to be Mr. _Laroon_ himself?

_Isa._ Heaven forbid, I should have suffered Mr. _Laroon_ in those Familiarities, which you order'd me to allow the Spirit.

_Mart._ I am caught indeed. Damn'd driveling Idiot! [_Aside._

_Isa._ But, dear Father, tell me, shall I not see it again quickly? For I long to see it again.

_Mart._ Oh! Yes, yes----

_Isa._ I long to see it in the dark (methinks) for you know, Father, one sees Spirits best in the dark.

_Mart._ Ay, ay, you'll see it in the dark, I warrant you; but be sure and behave as you did before.

_Isa._ And will he always behave as he did before, Father?

_Mart._ Hum! Be in your Chamber this Evening at Eight; take care there be no Light in the Room, and perhaps the Spirit may pay you a second Visit.

_Isa._ I'll be sure to be punctual.

_Mart._ And passive.

_Isa._ I'll obey you in every thing.

_Mart._ Senseless Oaf. But tho' I have lost the first Fruits by her extreme Folly, yet am I highly delighted with it; and if I do not make a notable use of it I am no Priest.