JULIO.

Nay, good Sister, don't teize me so.

FLORINDA.
Nay, but good Brother, by your Leave,
I must see it, and I will see it.

HILLARIO.
Aye, aye, come Sir, communicate, communicate.

JULIO.
Well, hold then, and you shall hear it.—Mark, [reads.]

  Cease, fond Youth, thy idle Strain,
  Thy Sighs, thy Sorrows all are vain;
  Too well alas, my Fears divine,
  Camilla never can be mine.

FLORINDA. looking at the Paper.

Either my Eyes deceive me, or I see in plain legible Characters, C, A, M, I, L, L, A; what should this mean?

JULIO.

Heaven knows; either some Fairy has a Mind to sport with us, or one who is so wretched as to bear my Name dwells somewhere in the Forest.

FLORINDA. looking out.

Hist Brother, keep your Post, I'll be with you instantly.