Scæna Tertia.
Enter Silvio, Belvidere, and Rodope with a Light.
Sil. This is the place I think; what Light is that there?
The Lady and my Cosin?
Bel. Is this the Garden?
Rod. Yes Madam.
Sil. Oh my blessed Mistriss,
Saint of my soul.
Bel. Speak softly: take me to ye,
Oh Silvio, I am thine, thine ever Silvio.
Rod. Is this your promise, Sir? Lady your honor?
I am undone if this be seen, disgrac'd,
Fallen under all discredit.
Bel. Do you love still?
Dear, do you keep your old faith?