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.