Vio. They are gone. My dear Camillo, make haste, and preserve yourself.
Cam. May our next meeting prove more propitious!
Aur. [To Bentio.] Come, sirrah, I shall make you sing another note when you are at home.
Ben. Such another word, and I'll sing again.
Aur. Set the ladder, and mount first, you rogue.
Ben. Mount first yourself, and fear not my delaying.
If I am caught, they'll spare me for my playing. [Sings as he goes off.
Vouz entendrez parler d'amour. [Exeunt.
ACT III.
SCENE I.—The Front of the Nunnery.
Ascanio, and Hippolita, at the Grate.
Hip. I see you have kept touch, brother.
Asca. As a man of honour ought, sister, when he is challenged. And now, according to the laws of duel, the next thing is to strip, and, instead of seconds, to search one another.