Silv. What Victory? or what Heart?
Mar. I am all Rapture, cannot speak it out;
My Senses have carous’d [too much of Joy];
And like young Drunkards, proud of their new try’d Strength,
Have made my Pleasure less by the excess.
Silv. This is wondrous.
Impart some of your over-charge to me,
The Burden lightned will be more supportable.
Mar. Read here, and [change thy Wonder], when thou knowst
How happy Man can be. [Gives him a Letter.
[Silvio reads.