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?