im, but
t'other stands before him._

_Dom._ Indisposed, say you? O, it is upon those occasions that a
confessor is most necessary; I think, it was my good angel that sent
me hither so opportunely.

_Gom._ Ay, whose good angels sent you hither, that you best know,
father.

_Dom._ A word or two of devotion will do her no harm, I'm sure.

_Gom._ A little sleep will do her more good, I'm sure: You know, she
disburthened her conscience but this morning to you.

_Dom._ But, if she be ill this afternoon, she may have new occasion to
confess.

_Gom._ Indeed, as you order matters with the colonel, she may have
occasion of confessing herself every hour.

_Dom._ Pray, how long has she been sick?

_Gom._ Lord, you will force a man to speak;--why, ever since your last
defeat.

_Dom._ This can be but some slight indisposition; it will not last,
and I may see her.

_Gom._ How, not last! I say, it will last, and it shall last; she
shall be sick these seven or eight days, and perhaps longer, as I see
occasion. What? I know the mind of her sickness a little better than
you do.

_Dom._ I find, then, I must bring a doctor.

_Gom._ And he'll bring an apothecary, with a chargeable long bill of
_ana's_: those of my family have the grace to die cheaper. In a word,
Sir Dominick, we understand one another's business here: I am resolved
to stand like the Swiss of my own family, to defend the entrance; you
may mumble over your _pater nosters_, if you please, and try if you
can make my doors fly open, and batter down my walls with bell, book,
and candle; but I am not of opinion, that you are holy enough to
commit miracles.

_Dom._ Men of my order are not to be treated after this manner.

_Gom._ I would treat the pope and all his cardinals in the same
manner, if they offered to see my wife, without my leave.

_Dom._ I excommunicate thee from the church, if thou dost not open;
there's promulgation coming out.

_Gom._ And I excommunicate you from my wife, if you go to that:
there's promulgation for promulgation, and bull for bull; and so I
leave you to recreate yourself with the end of an old song--
_And sorrow came to the old friar._ [_Exit._

LORENZO _comes to him._

_Lor._ I will not ask you your success; for I overheard part of it,
and saw the conclusion. I find we are now put upon our last trump; the
fox is earthed, but I shall send my two terriers in after h