Away then with these childish scruples: Be persuaded to your good, and follow me to the Sepulchre.' 'Oh! cease, Matilda! That scoffing tone, that bold and impious language, is horrible in every mouth, but most so in a Woman's.

Let us drop a conversation which excites no other sentiments than horror and disgust.

I will not follow you to the Sepulchre, or accept the services of your infernal Agents.

Antonia shall be mine, but mine by human means.' 'Then yours She will never be! You are banished her presence; Her Mother has opened her eyes to your designs, and She is now upon her guard against them.

Nay more, She loves another.