[And quite unveil’d,]

And quite unveil’d the Throne of Love,

And quite unveil’d the Throne of Love.

’Tis something cold, I’ll go take a [Niperkin] of Wine, Goes out.

Enter Isab. and Lor. above, as frighted into the Balcony.

Lor. This was some trick of thine, I will be hang’d else.

Isab. Oh, I’ll be sworn you wrong me;

Alas, I’m undone by’t. Ant. at the Door knocks.

Ant. Open the Door, thou naughty Woman.

Lor. Oh, oh, what shall I do? what shall I do?