To make obstructions serve: and my chief hindrance,

Diana’s passion, can but urge me on.

So the mischance, which drew me hence to-night,

Hath brought me hither a more secret way.

The night is still. I would there were a wind.

And there’s the clock. (Clock strikes.) I’ll wait

Till it hath sounded.... No light.... I’ll tap.

(Goes to window and taps. Laura comes to window and opens.)

F. All’s well. ’Tis I.

LAURA.