Bea. I cannot guess your Meaning, but would willingly assist on such an Occasion.
Yo. Lar. Now for my desiring Lover. Ha! I think I hear him.
SCENE XII.
Young Laroon, Martin.
Mart. Isabel, Isabel, where are you?
Yo. Lar. Here.
Mart. Come to my Arms, my Angel.
Yo. Lar. I hope you are in no frightful Shape.
Mart. I am in the Shape of that very good Man thy Confessor, honest Father Martin. Let me embrace thee, my Love, my Charmer.
Yo. Lar. Bless me, what do you mean?