I must forgive you both.
Come, Sir, I know you long to be secur’d
Of what you say you love so much, Cleonte.
Franc. But, Madam, have you fully pardon’d me?
Silv. We will all join in your behalf, Francisco.
Cleo. I can forgive you, when you can repent. [Exeunt.
Enter Olinda and Dorice.
Olin. But is the Bride-Chamber drest up, and the Bed made as it ought to be?
Dor. [As for] the making, ’tis as it use to be, only the Velvet Furniture.