Leu. This present evening; for to-morrow morning
My father looks that I should give consent
To marry with the count.
Phil. Best of all, would 'twere this present hour;
I'll go prepare: but shall I call thee here?
Leu. O no, we'll meet.
Phil. Where, dearest?
Leu. East from the city, by a river's side,
Not distant half a mile, there stands a grove,
Where, often riding by, I have observ'd
A little hermitage; there will I stay,
If I be first; if you, do you the like:
Let th' hour be ten; then shall I best escape.
Phil. Ne'er sweeter comfort came from angel's lips!
I know the place, and will be ready there
Before the hour. I'll bring a friend with me
As true as mine own heart, one Clerimont,
That may do us good if danger happen.
Leu. Use your pleasure.
Phil. Dearest, farewell;
Hours will seem years, till we are met again.
[Exeunt.
Pol. Ah, sirrah! this gear goes well. God-a-mercy, girl, for thy intelligence! Why, this is as much as a man could desire—the time, place, and everything. I warrant 'em, they pass no further. Well, go thou in and wait upon thy mistress; she's melancholy till she see her sweetheart again; but when she does, she shall not see him long. Not a word of what's passed among us, for your life.