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SIR JOHN SUCKLING
[Act I., Sc. 3
I must attempt this wall. O, a lucky door,
And open![Exit
Enters again
Where am I now? A garden, and
A handsome house!
If't be thy will, a porch to't, and I'm made;
'Twill be the better lodging of the two.[Goes to the porch50
Enter Phemilia
Phemilia. O, welcome, welcome, sir!
My lady hath been in such frights for you.
Orsabrin. Hum! for me!
Phemilia. And thought you would not come to-night.
Orsabrin. Troth, I might very well have fail'd her.[Aside55
Phemilia. She's in the gallery, alone i' th' dark.
Orsabrin. Good, very good.
Phemilia. And is so melancholy.
Orsabrin. Hum!
Phemilia. Have you shut the garden doors?
Come, I'll bring you to her; enter, enter.60
Orsabrin. Yes, I will enter:
He who has lost himself, makes no great venter.[Exeunt
ACT II
Scene I
Enter Sabrina, Orsabrin
Sabrina. Oh, welcome!
Welcome, as open air to prisoners;
I have had such fears for you.
Orsabrin. She's warm, and soft as lovers' language:
She spoke, too, prettily. Now have I forgot5
All the danger I was in.[Aside
Sabrina. What have you done to-day, my better part?
Orsabrin. Kind little rogue!
I could say the finest things to her, methinks;
But then she would discover me:10
The best way will be to fall to quietly.[Aside. Kisses her
Sabrina. How now, my Samorat!
What saucy heat hath stol'n into thy blood,