Ped. Your Mother, Sir, whom I found more dead than living, for the loss of your Sister, was very near dying outright with Joy, to hear of your Arrival, and most impatiently expects you.
Dorm. And are we all forgiven, Pedro?
Ped. Yes, you and I are like to be Fellow-Servants together again, Dormida.
Dorm. And Fellow-Lovers too I hope, Pedro.
Ped. The Devil’s in’t if Age have not allay’d Flames of all sorts in thee; but if you contribute to my allowance—
Dorm. Thou know’st I could never keep any thing from thee, Pedro.
Alon. Come, Ladies, there is a small Banquet attends you in the next Room.
Silv. We’ll wait on you, Sir.
Enter Haunce, Gload, Olinda, and Dorice.
Hau. Hold, hold, and give me Joy too, for I am married, if she has not mistaken her Man again, and I my Woman.