Inow to testifie this royall match.
Kin. My daughter, and Lisandro, liuing?
Lor. Nay, wonder not, my Liege, your oath is past.
Kin. Which thus, and thus, and thus I ratifie:
There is but one step more, and farewell all.
Aur. Oh, I am made immortall with this sight:
My daughter, and Lisandro, both aliue?
Iag. This is no newes to mee: yet teares of ioy
Ore-flowes mine eyes to see this vnitie.
Kin. Oh daughter, I haue done thee too much wrong: