Eglamour, solus.
The sun begins to gild the western sky,
And now it is about the very hour
Silvia, at Friar Patrick's cell, should meet me.
She will not fail; for lovers break not hours,
Unless it be to come before their time:

So much they spur their expedition.
See, where she comes. Lady, a happy evening. Enter Silvia.

Sil.
Amen, Amen! Go on, good Eglamour,
Out at the postern by the abbey-wall;
I fear, I am attended by some spies.

Egl.
Fear not; the forest is not three leagues off;
If we recover that, we're sure enough.^{9 note} [Exeunt.

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