1    The sun begins to gild the western sky;
2    And now it is about the very hour
3    That Silvia, at Friar Patrick's cell, should meet me.
4    She will not fail, for lovers break not hours,
5    Unless it be to come before their time;
6    So much they spur their expedition.
7    See where she comes.
Enter SILVIA
8    Lady, a happy evening!

9    Amen, amen! Go on, good Eglamour,
10   Out at the postern by the abbey-wall:
11   I fear I am attended by some spies.

12   Fear not: the forest is not three leagues off;
13   If we recover that, we are sure enough.