_Young_ Laroon, Beatrice.
_Bea._ What are you doing in the Dark, my Dear?
_Y. Lar._ Heyday, who the Devil is this? I seem to be in a way of an
Assignation in earnest.
_Bea._ _Isabel_, where are you?
_Y. Lar._ Here, Child, give me your Hand. Dear Mademoiselle _Beatrice_,
is it you?
_Bea._ Oh Heavens! am I in a Man's Arms?
_Y. Lar._ Hush! hush!----Don't you know my Voice----I am _Laroon_.
_Bea._ Mr. _Laroon_! What Business can you have here?
_Y. Lar._ Ask me no Questions, get but into a Corner of the Room and be
silent, and you will perhaps see a very diverting Scene. Nay, do not be
afraid, for I assure you, it will be a very innocent one; make haste,
dear Madam, you will do a very laudable Action, by being an additional
Evidence to the Discovery of a notorious Villain.
_Bea._ I cannot guess your Meaning, but would willingly assist on such
an Occasion.
_Yo. Lar._ Now for my desiring Lover. Ha! I think I hear him.