Isab. Now Death's in view, methinks I fear the Monster. Is there no God that Pities Innocence? Oh! thou All-seeing Sun, contract thy Glorious Beam's, hide me, in Darkness hide me!
Mr. Awd. I am sorry to find your Heroine Shrink.
Mar. Oh! 'tis more natural for a woman than bold; as an Imprison'd Cat, to fly Death i th Face, as 'twere. Humph, was it you I took pains to convince? Pray no more Interruption of this Scene.
Amor. Ten Massy Doors, all barr'd with wondrous strength impede their Passage: Rest then, thou Milk-white hunted Hind, forget the near Approach of fear, and hear the Story of my Love.
Mr. Awd. Hey boy, little Amorous! He'll loose no opportunity.
Mr. Prais. He is not like to have many; he was a fool, if he did not improve 'em.
Isab. We soon shall mount yon Blisful Seats! Let us be rob'd with Innocence, least we want admittance there.
Amor. All Dreams! meer Dreams! bred from the Fumes of Crabbed Education, and must we for this lose true Substantial Pleasure? By Heav'n, 'twould be a noble Justice to defeat their Malice: they hunt us for imaginary Crimes; and we must dye like Fools for doing nothing.
Mr. Prais. Well urg'd, Amorous.
L. Whiff. Bold, I vow.