Car. See, we are now come to the chamber-window.
Alb. Then you must call, for so I said I would.
Car. Maria.
Maria. My Carracus, are you so soon return'd?
I see you'll keep your promise.
Car. Who would not do so, having pass'd it thee,
Cannot be fram'd of aught but treachery:
Fairest, descend, that by our hence departing
We may make firm the bliss of our content.
Maria. Is your friend Albert with you?
Alb. Yes, and your servant, honoured lady.
Maria. Hold me from falling, Carracus.
[She descends.
Car. I will do now so, but not at other times.
Maria. You are merry, sir:
But what d' y' intend with this your scaling-ladder,
To leave it thus, or put it forth of sight?