EDWARD.
You are a foolish girl, to be afraid of thunder. Come let us play and sing, then the noise will not reach us.
CHARLES.
No, we can play and sing, when the storm is over. It is not now the time when God lets us see such an astonishing token of his almighty Power—let us view the tempest with reverence.
EMILIA.
Oh, what a loud clap of thunder! May not that be a sign that God is angry with us?
CHARLES.
No surely. This stormy weather is a blessing; it is of use to purify the air: the heat of the summer would, without these concussions, occasion a great many contagious disorders. Emilia, be easy, God loves us, we every day receive proofs of it; let us trust in him, as we trust our parents;—we cannot doubt their love, and have we less reliance on our heavenly Father?
EMILIA.
Come, let us hasten into the house; my father said once, it was dangerous to look at the lightning.