Isa. (Haity-tity——Are you thereabouts good Father?)
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Mart. Let me embrace thee, my dear Daughter, let me give thee Joy of such Promotion, such Happiness as will attend you.
Isa. I'll try this reverend Gentleman his own way.
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Mart. You must resign your self up to my Will, you must be passive in all things.
Isa. Oh! let me thus beg Pardon, on my Knees, for an Offence which Modesty occasioned.
Mart. Ha! speak.
Isa. Oh! I see it is in vain to hide my Secrets from you. What need have I to confess what you already know?
Mart. Confession was intended for the sake of the Penitent, not the Confessor: for to the Church all things are revealed.