[Rises and runs to the Doctor; kneels, and holds him fast. He shews signs of Joy.
Doct. I am ravish’d!
Bell. Ah, Prince Divine, take pity on a Mortal.
Doct. I am rapt!
Bell. And take me with you to the World above!
Doct. The Moon, the Moon she means; I am transported, over-joy’d, and ecstasyd! [Leaping and jumping from her Hands, she seems to wake.
Bell. Ha, my Uncle come again to interrupt us!
Doct. Hide nothing from me, my dear Bellemante, since all already is discover’d to me—and more.
Ela. Oh, why have you wak’d me from the softest Dream that ever Maid was blest with?
Doct. What—what, my best Elaria? [With over-joy.