[Exeunt.
Enter Francisco and Sebastian.
Fran. Who should they be I wonder talk’d so long?
Sebast. Sure, when she found us not, she would retire.
Fran. No doubt on’t; yet I am not satisfy’d what two
Those were, and why they staid so long.
Could your Ear reach to understand their words?
Sebast. No, not a syllable more then a humming noise.
Fran. Nor mine; but now they’re gone, let’s walk that way,
’Twill be the best to miss them.
Sebast. Content.
[Exeunt.
Enter Don Gerardo and Servant.