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