Egl.
The sun begins to gild the western sky;
And now it is about the very hour
That ^note Silvia, at Friar ^note 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. Enter Silvia.
Lady, a happy evening!

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 are ^note sure enough. [Exeunt.

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