Ben. But, sir, in case that—
Aur. Honest Benito, no more questions: Basta is the word. Remember, thou art only taken with us, because thou hast a certain evil dæmon, who conducts thy actions, and would have been sure, by some damned accident or other, to have brought thee hither to disturb us.
Cam. I hear whispering not far from us, and I think 'tis Violetta's voice.
Aur. [To Ben.] Retire to your post; avoid, good Satan. [Exit Ben.
Enter Laura, with a dark lanthorn hid, and Violetta.
Cam. Ours is the honour of the field, madam; we are here before you.
Vio. Softly, dear friend; I think I hear some walking in the garden.
Cam. Rather, let us take this opportunity for your escape from hence; all things are here in readiness.
Vio. This is the second time we ever have met; let us discourse, and know each other better first; that's the way to make sure of some love beforehand; for, as the world goes, we know not how little we may have when we are married.
Cam. Losses of opportunity are fatal in war, you know, and love's a kind of warfare.