Amb. No, Sir, but one whom long since I design’d your Wife, [if you are pleas’d ]to think her worthy of it. [Offers her.
Silv. Without her, Sir, I do despise my Being;
And do receive her as a Blessing sent
From Heaven to make my whole Life happy.
Amb. What say you, Cleonte?
Cleo. Sir, I must own a Joy greater than is fit for a Virgin to express.
Mar. Generous Don Roderigo, receive me as your Friend, and pardon all the Fault you found in me as a Brother. [Embraces him.
Silv. Be ever dear unto my Soul, Marcel.
Mar. Now is the time to present Hippolyta and Antonio to my Father, whilst his Humour is so good. And you, dear Brother, I must beg to join with us in so just a Cause.
Silv. You need not doubt my Power, and less my Will.