Milan. An Abbey.
 Enter EGLAMOUR.

Eglamour	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.

                              Enter SILVIA.

	See where she comes. Lady, a happy evening!

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

Eglamour	Fear not. The forest is not three leagues off;
	If we recover that, we are sure enough.
												[Exeunt.
