SCENE VIII. _The Street.

_Old_ Laroon, _Young_ Laroon _meet_.

_Y. Lar._ Well, Sir, what Success?

_Old Lar._ Success! you Rascal! If ever you offer to put me into a Priest's Skin again, I'll beat you out of your own.

_Y. Lar._ What's the Matter, Sir?

_Old Lar._ Matter, Sir? Why I have been laughed at, have been abused. 'Sdeath! Sir! I am in such a Passion, that I do not believe I shall come to my self again these twenty Years. That Rascal _Martin_ discovered me in an Instant, and turned me into a Jest.

_Y. Lar._ Be comforted, Sir, you may yet have the Pleasure of turning him into one.

_Old Lar._ Nothing less than turning him inside out.----Nothing less than broiling his Gizzard will satisfy me.

_Y. Lar._ Come with me, and I dare swear, I'll give your Revenge Content. We have laid a Snare for him, which I think it is impossible he should escape.

_Old Lar._ A Snare for a Priest! a Trap for the Devil! You will as soon catch the one as the other.

_Y. Lar._ I am sure our Bait is good----A fine Woman is as good a Bait for a Priest-trap, as toasted Cheese is for a Mouse-trap.

_Old Lar._ Yes, but the Rascal will nibble off twenty Baits before you can take him.

_Y. Lar._ Leave that to us. I'll warrant our Success.

_Old Lar._ Wilt thou? then I shall have more Pleasure in taking this one Priest, than in all the other wild Beasts I have ever taken.