Cal. Stay, I will think upon't; where is he, Wench?
Clar. If you desire to see him,
Let not that trouble you, he shall be with you,
And in that time that no man shall suspect ye;
Your honour, Madam, is in your own free keeping;
Your care in me; in him all honesty;
If ye desire him not, let him pass by ye,
And all this business reckon but a dream.
C[a]l, Go in, and counsel me, I would fain see him,
And willingly comfort him.
Clar. 'Tis in your power;
And if you dare trust me, you shall do it safely,
Read that, and let that tell you, how he honours you.
[Exeunt.
Actus Tertius. Scena Prima.
Enter Clarinda with a Key, and Leon.
Leon. This happy Night. [Kisses her.
Clar. Preserve this eagerness
Till we meet nearer, there is something done
Will give us opportunity.
Leon. Witty Girl, the plot?