The sun begins to gild the western sky,

5.1.42027And now it is about the very hour

5.1.52028That Silvia at Friar Patrick's cell should meet me.

5.1.62029She will not fail, for lovers break not hours

5.1.72030Unless it be to come before their time,

5.1.82031So much they spur their expedition.

5.1.92032See where she comes. Lady, a happy evening.

Amen, Amen. Go on, good Eglamour.

5.1.112034Out at the postern by the abbey wall;

5.1.122035I fear I am attended by some spies.

Fear not. The forest is not three leagues off.

5.1.142037If we recover that, we are sure enough.