Cam. I hear womens' voices.
Aur. We are right, I warrant you.
Cam. Violetta, my love!
Vio. My dear Camillo!
Cam. Speak those words again; my own name never sounded so sweetly to me, as when you spoke it, and made me happy by adding dear to it.
Vio. Speak softly then; I have stolen these few minutes from my watchful uncle and my sister, and they are as full of danger as they are of love. Something within me checks me too, and says, I was too forward in venturing thus to meet you.
Cam. You are too fearful rather; and fear's the greatest enemy to love.
Vio. But night will hide my blushes, when I tell you, I love you much, or I had never trusted my virtue and my person in your hands.
Cam. The one is sacred, and the other safe; but this auspicious minute is our first of near converse. May I not hope that favour, which strangers, in civility, may claim, even from the most reserved?
[Kisses her hand.
Vio. I fear you'll censure me.