e safely with you another time.

_Asca._ O, sister, you play the brazen-head with me,--you give me
warning when time's past. But that was no fit opportunity: I hate to
snatch a morsel of love, and so away. I am for a set-meal, where I may
enjoy my full gust; but, when I once fall on, you shall find me a
brave man upon occasion.

_Luc._ 'Tis time we were in our cells. Quick, Hippolita; where's the
key?

_Hip._ Here, in my pocket--No, 'tis in my other pocket:--Ha, 'tis not
there neither. I am sure I put it in one of them.

_Luc._ What should we do, if it should be lost now?

_Hip._ I have searched myself all over, and cannot find it.

_Asca._ A woman can never search herself all over; let me search you,
sister.

_Luc._ Is this a time for raillery? Oh, sweet heaven! speak comfort
quickly; have you found it? [_Here_ ASCANIO _slips away._

_Hip._ Speak you comfort, madam, and tell me you have it, for I am too
sure that I have none on't.

_Luc._ O, unfortunate that we are! day's breaking; the handicrafts'
shops begin to open. [_Clock strikes._

_Hip._ The clock strikes two: Within this half hour we shall be called
up to our devotions. Now, good Ascanio--Alas, he's gone too! we are
left miserable and forlorn.

_Luc._ We have not so much as one place in the town for a retreat.

_Hip._ O, for a miracle in our time of need! that some kind
good-natured saint would take us up, and heave us over the wall into
our cells.

_Luc._ Dear sister, pray, for I cannot: I have been so sinful in
leaving my cloister for the world, that I am ashamed to trouble my
friends above to help me.

_Hip._ Alas, sister, with what face can I pray then! Yours were but
little vanities, but I have sinned swingingly against my vow; yes,
indeed, sister, I have been very wicked,--for I wished the ball might
be kept perpetually in our cloister, and that half the handsome nuns
in it might be turned to men, for the sake of the other.

_Luc._ Well, if I were free from this disgrace, I would never more set
foot beyond the cloister, for the sake of any man.

_Hip._ And here I vow, if I get safe within my cell, I will not think
of man again these seven years.

_Re-enter_ ASCANIO.

_Asca._ Hold, Hippolita, and make no more rash vows: If you do, as I
live, you shall not have the key.

_Hip._ The key! why, have you it, brother?

_Luc._ He does but mock us. I know you have it not, Ascanio.

Asca. _E