Pardon, sweet Monsieur Rainbow; wait for ze grand opportunity when ze honeymoon upon our wedding shines; then you shall have ze thousand kisses. Charmant!
[Exeunt.
Scene IV.—The same.
Enter Northlake and Catharine.
Northlake.
Fair lady, I have led thee to this spot,
Removed from all the merry throng of maskers;
For love grows best in solitude, and thrives
But poorly when too many eyes look on;
So saying, I unmask [unmasking], and ask that thou
Wilt move that vestment from thy cheek, to whose
Illumined page thine eyes are bright indexes.
Pray let me draw the envious curtain back;
For though I’ve scored some years, yet ne’er ’twas said
That I ungallant proved.
Catharine.
Stay for a moment,—I am strangely faint.
Northlake.