Eglamour.
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 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're sure enough. [Exeunt.

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