Mont. Make haste and call; She'll hear your voice, and answer from the wall.
Alm. My voice she knows and fears, but use your own; And, to gain entrance, feign you are alone. [ALM. steps behind.
Mont. Cydaria!
Alm. Louder.
Mont. Daughter!
Alm. Louder yet.
Mont. Thou canst not, sure, thy father's voice forget.
[He knocks at the door, at last CYDARIA looks over the balcony.
Cyd. Since my love went, I have been frighted so,
With dismal groans, and noises from below;
I durst not send my eyes abroad, for fear
Of seeing dangers, which I yet but hear.
Mont. Cydaria!