took they?

_Hip_. 'Twas so dark I could not see distinctly.

_Rod_. Let us divide; I this way. [_Exit_.

_Gons_. Down yonder street I'll take.

_Man_. And I down that. [_Exeunt severally_.

_Hip_. Now, madam, may we not lay by our fear?
They are all gone.

_Jul_. Tis true; but we are here,
Exposed to darkness, without guide or aid,
But of ourselves.

_Hip_. And of ourselves afraid.

_Jul_. These dangers, while 'twas light, I could
despise;
Then I was bold, but watched by many eyes:
Ah! could not heaven for lovers find a way,
That prying people still might sleep by day?

_Enter_ ANGELINA.

_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. _Here, here.
Now, madam, fear not, you are safe.

_Jul_. What is become, sir, of those gentlemen?

_Gons_. Madam, they all went several ways; not like
To meet.

_Jul_. What will become of me?

_Gons_. Tis late,
And I a stranger in the town; yet all
Your dangers shall be mine.

_Jul_. You're noble, sir.

_Gons_. I'll pawn the hopes of all my love, to see
You safe.

_Jul_. Whoe'er your mistress be, she has
My curses, if she prove not kind.

_Ang_. And mine.

_Hip_. My sister will repent her, when she knows
For whom she makes that