Fred. I dare not disobey; adieu till Evening. Exit.
Enter Lucia.
Clo. How now, Lucia; is my Father up?
Luc. No, not a Mouse stirs yet; I have kept a true
Watch all this Night, for I was cruelly afraid
Lest we should have been surpriz’d—
Is the Prince gone? but why do I ask,
That may read it in your sad Looks?
Clo. Yes, he is gone, and with him too has taken— Sighs.
Luc. What has he taken? I’ll swear you frighten me.