Mart. Do you never find any strange Emotions?
Isa. No. None but what I believe are very natural.
Mart. Strange that!——Did you never see me in your Sleep?
Isa. I never dream of a Priest, I assure you.
Mart. Nay, nay; be candid, confess, perhaps, there may be nothing so sinful in it. We cannot help what we are design'd for. We are only passive, and the Sin lies not at our Doors. While you are only passive, I'll answer for your Sins.
Mart. That you must not yet know—Great things are design'd for you, very great things are designed for you.
Isa. (Hum! I begin to guess what is design'd for me.)
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Mart. Those Eyes have a Fire in them that scarce seems mortal. Come hither——give me a Kiss——ha! there is a Sweetness in that Breath like what I've read of Ambrosia. That Bosom heaves like those of Priestesses of old, when big with Inspiration.