Chapter 3

_Enter_ Nurse _with a Light_.

_Nur_. Well, ‘tis an endless trouble to have the Tuition of a Maid in love, here is such Wishing and Longing.--And yet one must force them to what they most desire, before they will admit of it--Here am I sent out a Scout of the Forlorn Hope, to discover the Approach of the Enemy--Well --Mr. _Bellmour_, you are not to know, ‘tis with the Consent of _Celinda_, that you come--I must bear all the blame, what Mischief soever comes of these Night-Works.

_Enter_ Bellmour.

Oh, are you come--Your Hour was Twelve, and now ‘tis almost Two.

_Bel_. I could not get from _Friendlove_--Thou hast not told _Celinda_ of my coming?

_Nur_. No, no, e’en make Peace for me, and your self too.

_Bel_. I warrant thee, Nurse--Oh, how I hope and fear this Night’s Success!

[_Exeunt_.