More silently than I’ll those Joys receive,
Which Love and Darkness do conspire to give.
Exeunt.
[ Scene V.] Changes again to a Garden.
Enter Isabella and Fanny in their Night-gowns.
Isab. Well, I have no mind to let this dear mad Devil Lodwick in to night.
Fan. Why, Sister, this is not the first Venture you have made of this kind, at this Hour, and in this Place; these Arbours were they tell-tales, cou’d discover many pretty stories of your Loves, and do you think they’ll be less faithful now? pray trust them once again. Oh, I do so love to hear Mr. Lodwick protest, and vow, and swear, and dissemble, and when you don’t believe him, rail at you,—avads, ’tis the prettiest Man—
Isab. I have a strange apprehension of being surpriz’d to night.
Fan. I’ll warrant you, I’ll sit on yon Bank of Pinks, and when I hear a Noise I’ll come and tell you; so Lodwick may slip out at the back Gate, and we may be walking up and down as if we meant no harm.
Isab. You’ll grow very expert in the Arts of Love, Fanny.