Aur. Only thy heart, crown'd with a wreath of love.
Which I will ever keep; and in exchange
Deliver mine.
Ant. Thus I deliver: in this kiss receive't.
Aur. In the same form Aurelia yields up hers.
[A noise.
Ant. What noise is that?
Aur. I fear my father.
Ant. What's to be done?
Aur. Through the back-ward, of which I have
The key, we'll suddenly make 'scape;
Then in two gowns, of which I am provided,
We'll clothe ourselves, till we be pass'd all fear.
Ant. Be't as you please: 'tis my good genius' will
That I obey—command; I'll follow still.
[Exeunt.