Jourdain, Isabel.
_Isa._ If I don't convince you he's a Villain, renounce me for your
Daughter. Do not shut your Ears against Truth, and you shall want no
other Evidence.
_Jourd._ Oh, Daughter, Daughter, some Evil Spirit is busy with you. The
same Spirit that visited me this Morning, is now in you.
_Isa._ I wish the Spirit that is in me wou'd visit you, you wou'd kick
this Rogue out of Doors.
_Jourd._ The wicked Reason of your Anger is too plain. The Priest won't
let you have your Fellow.
_Isa._ The Priest would have me for himself.
_Jourd._ Oh! wicked Assertion! Oh! base Return for the Care he has taken
of your poor sinful Father, for the Love he has shewn for your Soul.
_Isa._ He has shewn more Love for my Body, believe me, Sir. Nay, go but
with me, and you shall believe your own Eyes and Ears.
_Jourd._ Against the Church, Heaven forbid!
_Isa._ Will you not believe your own Senses, Sir?
_Jourd._ Not when the Church contradicts them.--Alas! How do we know
what we believe without the Church? Why I thought I saw Mr. _Laroon_ and
his Son to-day, when I saw neither. Alack-a-day, Child, the Church often
contradicts our Senses. But you owe these wicked Thoughts to your
Education in _England_, that vile heretical Country, where every Man
believes what Religion he pleases, and most believe none.
_Isa._ Well, Sir, if you will not be convinced, you shall be the only
Person in _Toulon_ that is not.
_Jourd._ I will go with thee, if it were only to see how far this wicked
Spirit will carry his Imposition; for I am convinced the Devil will
leave no Stone unturn'd to work my Destruction.
_Isa._ I hope you will find us too hard for him and his Ambassador too.