The Two Gentlemen of Verona Milan. An Abbey.
Milan. An Abbey. |
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Enter EGLAMOUR. |
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. |
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Enter SILVIA. |
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. |
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