Abi. You dare put it into my hands.
Rog.[196] Zounds,[197] do you think I will not?
Abi. Then thus: to-morrow (you’ll be secret, servant)—
Rog. All that I do, I’ll do in secret.
Abi. My husband goes to Maurano[198] to renew the farm he has.
Rog. Well, what time goes the jakes-farmer?
Abi. He shall not be long out, but you shall put in, I warrant you. Have a care that you stand just i’ the nick about six o’clock in the evening; my maid shall conduct you up. To save mine honour, you must come up darkling, and to avoid suspicion. 133
Rog. Zounds! hoodwink’d! and if you’ll open all, sweet lady——
Abi. But if you fail to do ’t——
Rog. The sun shall fail the day first.