Fred. [To Aur.] I hope you are not wounded.
Aur. No, sir; but infinitely grieved, that—
Fred. No more; 'twas a mistake: But which way can we escape? the abbess is coming; I see the lights.
Luc. You cannot go by the gate, then. Ah me, unfortunate!
Cam. But over the wall you may: We have a ladder ready.—Adieu, ladies.—Curse on this ill luck, when we had just persuaded them to go with us!
Fred. Farewell, sweet Lucretia.
Lau. Good-night, Aurelian.
Aur. Ay, it might have proved a good one: Faith, shall I stay yet, and make it one, in spite of the abbess, and all her works?
Lau. The abbess is just here; you will be
Caught in the spiritual trap, if you should tarry.
Aur. That will be time enough, when we two marry. [Exeunt severally.