Pray let me look upon you: Just like my Lord—Now
may the Soul of Don Alonzo rest in Peace,
For making so hopeful a Man of you.
Alon. Amen. But, Sir, if you approve of my Sister,
I’ll make her as worthy of Marcel, as Flavia.
Amb. I’ve lost the Hopes of her—She’s not to be reconcil’d. [Aside.
Clarinda needs no more than to belong to you,
To make her valuable—and I consent with Joy. [Gives her to Marcel.
Mar. And I with Joys unutterable take her.
Alon. Pedro, there rests no more than that you wait on my Mother, and let her know all that has happen’d to my self and Sister, and that I’ll pay my Duty to her e’er I sleep.