MARY. Get up my lord. I will take you to bed.
ABRAHAM. I hope so. I would not go at all unless you came with me.
Scene VII
MARY. Look! How do you like this room? A handsome bed, isn’t it? Those trappings cost a lot of money. Sit down and I will take off your shoes. You seem tired.
ABRAHAM. First bolt the door. Someone may come in.
MARY. Have no fear. I have seen to that.
ABRAHAM. The time has come for me to show my shaven head, and make myself known! Oh, my daughter! Oh, Mary, you who are part of my soul! Look at me. Do you not know me? Do you not know the old man who cherished you with a father’s love, and wedded you to the Son of the King of Heaven?
MARY. God, what shall I do! It is my father and master Abraham!
ABRAHAM. What has come to you, daughter?
MARY. Oh, misery!