Joh. And are those faults to lovers?
Ant. But there I cannot please myself with the sight of your beauty.
Joh. Perhaps you may do better.
Ant. But there's not a breath of air stirring.
Joh. The breath of lovers is the sweetest air; but you are fearful.
Ant. I am considering indeed, that, if I am taken with you—
Joh. The best way to avoid it is to retire, where we may not be discovered.
Ant. Where lodges your husband?
Joh. Just against the face of this open walk.
Ant. Then he has seen us already, for aught I know.