MARY. What does this mean? What is this lovely fragrance. So clean, so sweet. It reminds me of the time when I was good.
ABRAHAM. On with the mask! Chatter, make lewd jests like an idle boy! She must not recognize me, or for very shame she may fly from me.
MARY. Wretch that I am! To what have I fallen! In what pit am I sunk!
ABRAHAM. You forget where you are! Do men come here to see you cry!
INN-KEEPER. What’s the matter, Lady Mary? Why are you in the dumps? You have lived here two years, and never before have I seen a tear, never heard a sigh or a word of complaint.
MARY. Oh, that I had died three years ago before I came to this!
ABRAHAM. I came here to make love to you, not to weep with you over your sins.
MARY. A little thing moved me, and I spoke foolishly. It is nothing. Come, let us eat and drink and be merry, for, as you say, this is not the place to think of one’s sins.
ABRAHAM. I have eaten and drunk enough, thanks to your good table, Sir. Now by your leave I will go to bed. My tired limbs need a rest.
INN-KEEPER. As you please.