Provided this Repentance be not feign’d.
Ant. My Life, Sir, is Security for both.
Mar. Doubt not, I’ll take the Forfeit, Sir—Come, Hippolyta.
Thy Father’s House shall once again receive thee.
Ant. Lean on my Arm, my dearest.
Mar. Sir, by the way, I’ll let you know her Story,
And then perhaps you will not blame my Friendship.
Alon. And in return, I’ll give you back Clarinda—
And beg your Pardon for the Wound I gave you. [Exeunt, leading Hippolyta.