Trusty Setter, what tidings? How goes the project?

SETTER. As all lewd projects do, sir, where the devil prevents our
endeavours with success.

BELL. A good hearing, Setter.

VAIN. Well, I'll leave you with your engineer.

BELL. And hast thou provided necessaries?

SETTER. All, all, sir; the large sanctified hat, and the little
precise band, with a swinging long spiritual cloak, to cover carnal
knavery--not forgetting the black patch, which Tribulation Spintext
wears, as I'm informed, upon one eye, as a penal mourning for the
ogling offences of his youth; and some say, with that eye he first
discovered the frailty of his wife.

BELL. Well, in this fanatic father's habit will I confess
Laetitia.

SETTER. Rather prepare her for confession, sir, by helping her to
sin.

BELL. Be at your master's lodging in the evening; I shall use the
robes.


SCENE V.