Bea. I fancy then it will be shortly Time for you to think of it, Sir!
Old Lar. Ay, Madam, about some thirty or forty Years hence it may – Odsheart! I am but in the prime of my Years yet: And if it was not for a saucy young Rascal who looks me in the Face and calls me Father, might make a very good Figure among the Beaus. But tho' I am not so young in Years, I am in Constitution as any of them; and I don't question but to live to see a Son and a great Grandson both born on the same Day.
Isa. You will excuse this Lady, Mr. Laroon, who is going to retire so much earlier —
Old Lar. Retire! – Then it is with a young Fellow, I hope.
Isa. Into a Cloister, I assure you.
Old Lar. A Cloister! – Why, Madam, if you have a mind to hang your self at the Year's End; would it not be better to spend your Time in Matrimony than in a Nunnery? Don't let a Set of rascally Priests put strange Notions in your Head. Take my Word for it, and I am a very honest Fellow, there are no Raptures worth a Louse, but those in the Arms of a brisk young Cavalier. Of all the Actions of my Youth, there are none I reflect on with so much Pleasure as having burnt half a Dozen Nunneries, and delivered several hundred Virgins out of Captivity.
Bea. Oh! Villany! unheard of Villany!
Isa. Unheard of till this Moment I dare swear.
Old Lar. Out of which Number there are at present nine Countesses, three Dutchesses, and a Queen, who owe their Liberty and their Promotion to this Arm.
SCENE III
Old Laroon, Young Laroon, Isabel, Beatrice
Old Lar. You are a fine Spark truly to let your Father visit your Mistress before you – 'Sdeath! I believe you are no Son of mine. Where have you been, Sir? What have you been doing, Sir, hey?
Y. Lar. Sir, I have been at my Devotions.
Old Lar. At your Devotions! nay, then you are no Son of mine, that's certain. Is not this the Shrine you are to offer up at, Sirrah! Is not here the Altar you are to officiate at? – Sirrah! you have no Blood of mine in you. I believe you are the Bastard of some travelling English Alderman, and must have come into the World with a Custard in your Mouth.
Y. Lar. I hope, Madam, you will allow my Excuse, tho' the old Gentleman here will not.
Old Lar. Old Gentleman! very fine! Sirrah! I'll convince you I am a young Gentleman; I'll marry to-night, and make you a Brother before you are a Father; I'll teach you to thrust him out of the World that thrust you into it – Madam, have no more to say to the ungracious Dog.
Y. Lar. That will be a sure way to quit all Obligations between us; for the Happiness I propose in this Lady, is the chief Reason why I should thank you for bringing me into the World.
Old Lar. What's that you say, Sir; say that again, Sir.
Y. Lar. I was only thanking you, Sir, for desiring this Lady to take from me all I esteem on Earth.
Old Lar. Well enough that! I begin to think him my own again. I have made that very Speech to half the Women in Paris.
SCENE IV
To them Martin
Mart. Peace be with you all, Good People.
Old Lar. Peace cannot stay long in any Place where a Priest comes.
[Aside.
Mart. Daughter, I am ready to receive your Confession —
Old Lar. Ay, ay, she has a fine Parcel of sinful Thoughts to answer for, I warrant her.
Mart. Mr. Laroon, you are too much inclined to Slander, I must reprove you for it. My Daughter's Thoughts are as pure as a Saint's.
Old Lar. As any Saint's in Christendom within a Day of Matrimony.
Mart. Within a Day of Matrimony; it is too quick; I have not yet had sufficient Time to prepare her Mind for that solemn Sacrament.
Old Lar. Prepare her Mind for a young Fellow; prepare your Mind for a Bishoprick.
Mart. Sir, there are Ceremonies requisite, I shall be as expeditious as possible, but the Church has Rules.
Old Lar. Sir, you may be as expeditious or as slow as you please, but I will not have my Boy disappointed of his Happiness one Day, for all the Rules in Europe.
SCENE V
Martin, Isabel
Mart. I shall bring this Haughtiness to a Penance, you may not like. Well, my dear Daughter, I hope your Account is not long. You have not many Articles since our last Reckoning.
Isa. I wish you do not think it so, Father. First, telling nine Lyes at the Opera the other Night to Mr. Laroon; yesterday talk'd during the whole Mass to a young Cavalier, [he groans.] Nay, if you groan already, I shall make you groan more before I have done; last Night cheated at Cards, scandalized three of my Acquaintance, went to Bed without saying my Prayers, and dreamt of Mr. Laroon.
Mart. Oh! – Tell me the Particulars of that Dream.
Isa. Nay, Father, that I must be excus'd.
Mart. Modesty at Confession is as unseasonable as in Bed, and your Mind should appear as naked to your Confessor, as your Person to your Husband.
Isa. I thought he embraced me with the utmost Tenderness.
Mart. But were you pleased therewith?
Isa. You know, Father, a Lye now would be the greatest of Sins. I was not displeased I assure you. But I have often heard you say, there is no Sin in Love.
Mart. No, in Love it self there is not: Love is not Malum in se. Nor in the Excess is there sometimes any: but then it must be rightly placed, must be directed to a proper Object. The Love a Daughter bears her Confessor is no doubt not only innocent, but extremely laudable.
Isa. Yes, but that – that is another sort of Love, you know.
Mart. You are deceived, there is but one sort of Love which is justifiable, or, indeed, desirable.
Isa. I hope my Love for Laroon is that.
Mart. That I know not, I wish it may; however, I have some Dispute as yet remaining with me concerning it; 'till that be satisfied, it will be improper for you to proceed any farther in the Affair. All the Penance, therefore, I shall enjoin you on this Confession, is to defer your Marriage one Week; by which time I shall have resolved within my self whether you shall marry him at all.
Isa. Not marry him at all? Sure, Father, you are not in earnest.
Mart. I never jest on these Occasions.