_Within._ This way; follow, follow. _Aur._ Leave your scraping and croaking, and step with us into this arbour. _Ben._ Scraping and croaking! 'Sfoot, sir, either grant I sing and play to a miracle, or I'll justify my music, though I am caught, and hanged for it. _Enter_ MARIO, _and Servants._ _Mar._ Where is this serenading rascal? If I find him, I'll make him an example to all midnight caterwaulers, of which this fidler is the loudest. _Ben._ O that I durst but play my tune out, to convince him! Soul of harmony! Is this lewd? [_Plays and sings softly._ _Cam._ Peace, dear Benito: We must flatter him. _Ben._ [_singing softly._] _Mettez le tete:_ The notes which follow are so sweet, sir, I must sing them, though it be my ruin--_Parler d'amour._ [LAURA _and_ VIOLETTA _in the Balcony._ _Lau._ Yes, we are safe, sister; but they are yet in danger. _Vio._ They are just upon them. _Lau._ We must do something: Help, help! thieves, thieves! we shall be murdered. _Mar._ Where? Where are they? _Lau._ Here, sir, at our chamber-door, and we are run into the balcony for shelter: Dear uncle, come and help us. _Mar._ Back again quickly: I durst have sworn they had been in the garden. 'Tis an _ignis fatuus_, I think, that leads us from one place to another. [_Exit_ MARIO, _and Servants._ _Vio._ They are gone. My dear Camillo, make haste, and preserve yourself. _Cam._ May our next meeting prove more propitious! _Aur._ [_To_ BENTIO.] Come, sirrah, I shall make you sing another note when you are at home. _Ben._ Such another word, and I'll sing again. _Aur._ Set the ladder, and mount first, you rogue. _Ben._ Mount first yourself, and fear not my delaying. If I am caught, they'll spare me for my playing. [_Sings as he goes off._ _Vouz entendrez parler d'amour._ [_Exeunt._ ACT III. SCENE I.--_The Front of the Nunnery._ ASCANIO, _and_ HIPPOLITA, _at the Grate._ _Hip._ I see you have kept touch, brother. _Asca._ As a man of honour ought, sister, when he is challenged. And now, according to the laws of duel, the next thing is to strip, and, instead of seconds, to search one another. _Hip._ We will strip our hands, if you please, brother; for they are the only weapons we must use. _Asca._ That were to invite me to my loss, sister; I could have made a full meal in the world, and you would have me take up with hungry commons in the cloyster. Pray mend my fare, or I am gone. _Hip._ O, brother, a hand in a cloyster is fare like flesh in Spain; 'tis delicate, because 'tis scarce. You may be satisfied with a hand, as well as I am pleased with the courtship of a boy.