Enter Lucretia, Ascanio, and Hippolita.
Luc. Now that we are safe at the gate of our convent, methinks the adventure was not unpleasant.
Hip. And now that I am out of danger, brother, I may tell you what a novice you are in love, to tempt a young sister into the wide world, and not to show her the difference betwixt that and her cloister. I find I may venture safely with you another time.
Asca. O, sister, you play the brazen-head with me,—you give me warning when time's past. But that was no fit opportunity: I hate to snatch a morsel of love, and so away. I am for a set-meal, where I may enjoy my full gust; but, when I once fall on, you shall find me a brave man upon occasion.
Luc. 'Tis time we were in our cells. Quick, Hippolita; where's the key?
Hip. Here, in my pocket—No, 'tis in my other pocket:—Ha, 'tis not there neither. I am sure I put it in one of them.
Luc. What should we do, if it should be lost now?
Hip. I have searched myself all over, and cannot find it.
Asca. A woman can never search herself all over; let me search you, sister.
Luc. Is this a time for raillery? Oh, sweet heaven! speak comfort quickly; have you found it?
[Here Ascanio slips away.