Why do you gaze on me so earnestly?
Do you not know me?
Not know your Friend?
Ambrosio ?' 'Ambrosio?
My Friend?
Oh! yes, yes; I remember ......

But why am I here?
Who has brought me?
Why are you with me?
Oh! Flora bad me beware .....! Here are nothing but Graves, and Tombs, and Skeletons! This place frightens me! Good Ambrosio take me away from it, for it recalls my fearful dream! Methought I was dead, and laid in my grave! Good Ambrosio, take me from hence.

Will you not?
Oh! will you not?
Do not look on me thus! Your flaming eyes terrify me! Spare me, Father! Oh! spare me for God's sake!' 'Why these terrors, Antonia ?' rejoined the Abbot, folding her in his arms, and covering her bosom with kisses which She in vain struggled to avoid: 'What fear you from me, from one who adores you?
What matters it where you are?
This Sepulchre seems to me Love's bower; This gloom is the friendly night of mystery which He spreads over our delights! Such do I think it, and such must my Antonia.

Yes, my sweet Girl! Yes! Your veins shall glow with fire which circles in mine, and my transports shall be doubled by your sharing them!' While He spoke thus, He repeated his embraces, and permitted himself the most indecent liberties.

Even Antonia's ignorance was not proof against the freedom of his behaviour.