SCENE V.
Aurelian, with a dark lanthorn. Camillo and Benito.
Cam. So, we are safe got over into the nunnery-garden; for what's to come, trust love and fortune.
Aur. This must needs be the walk she mentioned; yet, to be sure, I'll hold the lanthorn while you read the ticket.
Cam. [Reads.] I prepared this ticket, hoping to see you in the chapel: Come this evening over the garden wall, on the right hand, next the Tiber.
Aur. We are right, I see.
Cam. Bring only your discreet Benito with you, and I will meet you attended by my faithful Beatrix.
Violetta.
Ben. Discreet Benito! Did you hear, sir?
Aur. Mortify thyself for that vain thought; and, without enquiring into the mystery of these words, which I assure thee were not meant to thee, plant thyself by that ladder without motion, to secure our retreat; and be sure to make no noise.