Francisco strikes a Key upon his Sword; Eugenia appears above in Cælia’s Gown.
Eug. Who’s there, Francisco?
Fran. The same, and would desire your Company below.
Eug. This distance fits us better! Oh, Francisco,
Had we but alwayes kept it, I had been
A spotless Off’ring to my Bridal Bed,
But now must cloud my Marriage Joys with shame,
And fear of what will follow.
Fran. Pray descend, this distance is not safe,
The Family may chance o’re hear our words.
Eug. I’ve more cause, should I come down,
You would attempt my strength, and Argument
To violate my Vows, as first you did
My Virgin-Honour.
Fran. No, upon my Life, do but descend,
And may the Heav’ns pour all their Vengeance on me
If I do attempt you with a sillable
To break your Resolution.
Eug. Is any with you?
Fran. Yes, my Friend, Sebastian.
Eug. Let him speak, then.