Lady H. He is here, then—even as I said!
Lio. 'Tis she—even as I said—Martha, Martha!
Lady H. O, what shall I do now? How shall I elude him?—
Lio. O, Martha, you have come back to me—O, thank heaven, thank heaven! It is Martha, her very self—Martha, who ran away from me!
Lady H. O, how can I bear it! what a tragedy is this! To find—again—and to lose!
Lio. Before mine eyes beheld thee, my heart recognized thee—
Lady H. Recognized me? Surely you are mistaken, sir!
Lio. No! Every line of your face is graven on my heart. I cannot be wrong. It is Martha's voice that I hear. There can be no mistake.
Lady H. You are dreaming!
Lio. If this be a dream, O let me never awake from it! Ah, I would dream thus forever. Disturb not so sweet a slumber!