SCENE III.

[_Last Cut._] [_2nd Grooves._]

_A handsomely fitted Chamber in London.--A practicable
window in F._

_Enter ARTHUR WALTON, FLORENCE, the LADY ELIZABETH CROMWELL._

_Eliz._ [_To Arthur._] Urge not your suit through me, when she is here.
Give half Love's reasons that to me you gave,
Why she should not be cruel, and I think
You'll hardly find her so--[_To Florence._]
Nay! be not scornful,
You know I can betray you--[_Goes to the window._]

_Flor._ Oh, be silent!

_Arth._ Dear cousin, will you forth to walk? The day
Is fine.

Eliz. [_Running to the window._] I do protest it has
been raining long.

_Arth._ To-morrow I must leave--

_Flor._ To-morrow, really?
Shall you be absent long? Adieu, then, sir.