Enter HORATIO, BEL-IMPERIA, and PEDRINGANO.
HOR. Now that the night begins with sable wings
To over-cloud the brightness of the sun,
And that in darkness pleasures may be done,
Come, Bel-imperia, let us to the bower,
And there is safety pass a pleasant hour.
BEL. I follow thee, my love, and will not back,
Although my fainting heart controls my soul.
HOR. Why, make you doubt of Pedringano's faith?
BEL. No; he is as trusty as my second self.
Go, Pedringano, watch without the gate,
And let us know if any make approach.
PED. [aside] Instead of watching, I'll deserve more gold
By fetching Don Lorenzo to this match.
Exit PEDRINGANO.
HOR. What means my love?
BEL. I know not what, myself;
And yet my heart foretells me some mischance.
HOR. Sweet, say not so; fair Fortune is our friend,
And heav'ns have shut up day to pleasure us.
The stars, thou see'st, hold back their twinkling shine
And Luna hides herself to pleasure us.