Egl.
The Sun begins to gild the Western Sky,
And now it is about the very Hour
That 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 Abby-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 sure enough. [Exeunt.

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