ABRAHAM. I swear I came here on purpose to feast my eyes on her.
Scene VI
INN-KEEPER. Mary, come here! Come along now and show off your charms to this young innocent!
MARY. I am coming.
ABRAHAM. Oh, mind, be constant! Tears, do not fall! Must I look on her whom I brought up in the desert, decked out with a harlot’s face? Yes, I must hide what is in my heart. I must strive not to weep, and smile though my heart is breaking.
INN-KEEPER. Luck comes your way, Mary! Not only do young gallants of your own age flock to your arms, but even the wise and venerable!
MARY. It is all one to me. It is my business to love those who love me.
ABRAHAM. Come nearer, Mary, and give me a kiss.
MARY. I will give you more than a kiss. I will take your head in my arms and stroke your neck.
ABRAHAM. Yes, like that!