Ors. By my great self it is another Woman,
Which I have burnt with a desire of seeing.
—Be gone, and leave us here alone together;
I’ve something to impart to this fair Thing,
Must not be understood by you.
Qu. Why, Sir, what is it you can impart to me, Which those about you must not understand?
Ors. A new Philosophy inspir’d by Nature, And much above whatever Geron taught. —Come and augment my Knowledge.
Qu. Why me, Sir, more than any one about you?
Ors. Thou art all soft and sweet like springing Flowers, And gentle as the undisturbed Air.
Qu. But I am your Mother.
Ors. No matter; thou’rt a Woman, art thou not? And being so, the Mother cannot awe me.
Ger. Sir, ‘tis the Person gave you Life and Being.
Ors. That gave me Life! oh, how I love thee for’t! Come—and I’ll pay thee back such kind Returns—
Ger. Most Royal Sir, this Woman was Not made by Heaven—for you.