Ant. She is a Lady, Sir,
A Maid, I think, and where that holy spell
Is flung about me, I ne're fear a villany,
'Tis almost night: away friend.
Mar. I am ready,
I think I know the house too.
Ant. Then are we happy. [Exeunt.
Scæna Tertia.
Enter Ismena, and Aminta.
Ism. Did you meet him?
Am. Yes.
Ism. And did you give my Letter?
Am. To what end went I?
Ism. Are ye sure it was he?
Was it that Gentleman?