FLORINDA.

Save ye Gentlemen, save ye, the Riddle's out at last; read that.

HILLARIO.

Vincentio!

JULIO.

Vincentio! Is it possible?

FLORINDA.

Even so, Brother.

JULIO.

Where found you this Paper, Florinda?

FLORINDA.

When I left you, I saw a Man fast'ning something to yon Oak; I thought at first Sight, he was not wholly a Stranger to me; and, upon a nearer View, who shou'd it be but young Vincentio, with his Arms across, thus,— and so melancholy I warrant ye.

JULIO.

Did you speak to him!

FLORINDA.

No; at Sight of me he left the Paper, and turn'd this Way, as I thought.—I ran, and took the Paper down.—I suppose we shall see him presently.

HILLARIO.

And see where he comes. We'd best stand aside a little, and see how he'll behave himself.

JULIO.

I hope he'll not know us.

FLORINDA.

I hope so too.