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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