Egl.
The sun begins to gild the western sky;
And now it is about the very hour,
That Silvia, at friar Patrick's ^note 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. Enter Silvia.
See, where she comes:—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're sure enough. [Exeunt.

Next section