_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.