All. Long live Philip, King of Spain—
Phil. I thank ye all;—and now, my dear Alonzo, Receive the Recompence of all thy Sufferings, Whilst I create thee Duke of Salamancha.
Alon. Thus low I take the Bounty from your Hands. [Kneels.
Leon. Rise, Sir, my Brother now has made us equal.
Card. And shall this joyful Day, that has restor’d you
To all the Glories of your Birth and Merits,
That has restor’d all Spain the greatest Treasure
That ever happy Monarchy possess’d,
Leave only me unhappy, when, Sir, my Crime
Was only too much Faith?—Thus low I fall, [Kneels.
And from that Store of Mercy Heaven has given you,
Implore you wou’d dispense a little here.
Phil. Rise, (though with much ado) I will forgive you.
Leon. Come, my dear Brother, to that glorious business, Our Birth and Fortunes call us, let us haste, For here methinks we are in danger still.
Phil. So after Storms, the joyful Mariner
Beholds the distant wish’d-for Shore afar,
And longs to bring the rich-fraight Vessel in,
Fearing to trust the faithless Seas again.
EPILOGUE.
Spoken by little Mrs. Ariell.