_Lor._ Ile put out the light. _Scan._ No matter, I shall find the way i’ the darke. Here was a strange discouerie but indeed, What will not women blab to those they loue? I am very loth to leaue my sport to night, And yet more loth to lose that rich reward My Lord will giue for this discouerie, Chiefly to be reueng’d vpon his riuall: Ile not forsake it, Venerie is sweet. But he that has good store of gold and wealth, May haue it at command, and not by stealth. _Exit._ _Enter_ Lisandro _and_ Leonida. _Lis._ ’Tis late, deare Loue. _Le._ You shall not part from me, Good sooth, you shall not. Frier _Anthonie_, You say, is faithfull: for _Loretta’s_ truth I dare ingage my life. _Lis._ Why, so you doe; Should she proue false, both yours and mine, you know, Are forfeit to the Law. _Le._ You are secure. Mistrust not then: true loue is void of feare. No danger can afflict a constant mind. This is no durance, no imprisonment, Rather a Paradise in ioying thee: My libertie alone consists in thee. _Lis._ That is the reason, Ime so iealous, Sweet, Since in my freedome both our liues remaine. As for my selfe, what perill could be thought, I would not vndergoe to gaine your loue? Were it to scale the flaming Ætna’s top: Whose sulphurous smoke kils with infection, Cut through the Northerne Seas, or shoote the Gulfe? Or—— _Le._ I doe beleeue thee, Sweet. _Lis._ But yet this houre Is not frequented by your Confessor, there lyes the danger. _Le._ I ha’ confest to thee, from morne till night, From night till morne againe, all my transgression. _Enter_ Nicanor. _Lis._ Were I your Confessor, I know you would Both sinne, and be confest. _Nic._ Breake ope the doore. _Lis._ By Heauen, we are betrai’d. _Le._ Oh my deare Loue. _Lis._ My thoughts presag’d as much. What shall we doe? _Enter_ Nicanor _and a Guard_. _Le._ Do not resist, _Lisandro_, stand: the worst, We can but dye. Oh, this _Loretta_, false, inhumane wretch! _Nic._ Lay hands vpon them both. Is’t so indeed? Is this the zeale of your Confession? I feare, death giues the absolution. _Le._ Hence, doting Foole, more welcome far is death, Then to bee linkt to Ages Leprosie. _Exeunt._ _Nic._ Beare vm away into their seuerall Wards. Let them be guarded strongly, till such time I shall acquaint my Soueraigne with this Plot. Rather then lose the Royall Dignitie, Ile striue to ruine a whole Progenie. _Exit._ Act. III. _Enter_ ATTICVS, IAGO, NICANOR, _two Iudges_, _Notarie_, _and Attendants_.