VIZARD
Propitious darkness guides the lover's steps; and night, that shadows outward sense, lights up our inward joy.
SMUGGLER
My nephew's voice, and certainly possessed with an evil spirit.
VIZARD
Ha! I hear a voice. Madam----my life, my happiness, where are you, madam?
SMUGGLER
Madam! He takes me for a woman too: I'll try him. Where have you left…