ALB. This is the green, and this the chamber-window: And see, the appointed light stands in the casement, The ladder of ropes set orderly; yet he That should ascend, slow in his haste, is not As yet come hither. Were't any friend that lives but Carracus, I'd try the bliss which this fine time presents. Appoint to carry hence so rare an heir, And be so slack! 'sfoot, it doth move my patience. Would any man, that is not void of sense, Not have watch'd night by night for such a prize? Her beauty's so attractive that, by heav'n, My heart half grants to do my friend a wrong. Forego these thoughts; for,[372] Albert, be not slave To thy affection; do not falsify Thy faith to him, whose only friendship's worth A world of women. He is such a one, Thou canst not live without his good: A' is and was ever as thine own heart's blood. [MARIA _beckons him in the window_. 'Sfoot, see, she beckons me for Carracus: Shall my base purity cause me neglect This present happiness? I will obtain it, Spite of my timorous conscience. I am in person, Habit, and all so like to Carracus, It may be acted, and ne'er call'd in question. MARIA _calls_. Hist! Carracus, ascend: All is as clear as in our hearts we wish'd. ALB. Nay, if I go not now, I might be gelded, i' faith! [ALBERT _ascends; and, being on the top of the ladder, puts out the candle_. MAR. O love, why do you so? ALB. I heard the steps of some coming this way. Did you not hear Albert pass by as yet? MAR. [No;] nor any creature pass this way this hour. ALB. Then he intends, just at the break of day, To lend his trusty help to our departure. 'Tis yet two hours' time thither, till when, let's rest. For that our speedy flight will not yield any. MAR. But I fear, We, possessing of each other's presence, Shall overslip the time. Will your friend call? ALB. Just at the instant: fear not of his care. MAR. Come then, dear Carracus, thou now shalt rest Upon that bed, where fancy oft hath thought thee; Which kindness until now I ne'er did grant thee, Nor would I now, but that thy loyal faith I have so often tried; even now Seeing thee come to that most honour'd end, Through all the dangers which black night presents, For to convey me hence and marry me. ALB. If I do not do so, then hate me ever. MAR. I do believe thee, and will hate thee never. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ CARRACUS.