_Hip_. Methinks I'm certain I discover some.
_Jul_. This was your speaking of them, made them
come.
_Hip_. There is but one, perhaps he may go by.
_Ang_. Where had I courage for this bold disguise,
Which more my nature than my sex belies?
Alas! I am betrayed to darkness here;
Darkness, which virtue hates, and maids most fear:
Silence and solitude dwell every where:
Dogs cease to bark; the waves more faintly roar,
And roll themselves asleep upon the shore:
No noise but what my footsteps make, and they
Sound dreadfully, and louder than by day:
They double too, and every step I take
Sounds thick, methinks, and more than one could
make.
Ha! who are these?
I wished for company, and now I fear.
Who are you, gentle people, that go there?
_Jul_. His voice is soft as is the upper air,
Or dying lovers' words: O pity us.
Ang. O pity me! take freely as your own
My gold, my jewels; spare my life alone.
_Hip_. Alas, he fears as much as we.
_Jul_. What say you,
Sir, will you join with us?
_Ang_. Yes, madam; but
If you would take my sword, you'll use it better.
_Hip_. Ay, but you are a man.
_Ang_. Why, so are you.
_Hip_. Truly my fear had made me quite forget it.
_Enter GONSALVO_.
_Gons_. Hippolito! how barbarous was I
To leave my boy! Hippolito!
_Hip.
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