Rod. You will but see her?
Sil. Only look upon her.
Rod. Not stay?
Sil. Prescribe your time.
Rod. Not traffique with her
In any close dishonourable action?
Sil. Stand you your self by.
Rod. I will venture for ye,
Because ye shall be sure I am a touch'd friend,
I'll bring her to ye: come walk, you know the Garden,
And take this key to open the little Postern,
There stand no guards.
Sil. I shall soon find it Aunt. [Exeunt.
Scæna Secunda.
Enter two Soldiers.