Clo. May I believe my Soul so truly bless’d?
Fred. Yes, Cloris, and thus low I beg thy pardon Kneels.
For all the Fears that I have made thee suffer.
Enter all the rest, first Antonio and Alberto, without their [Vizors].
Clo. Rise, Sir, it is my Duty and my Glory.
Alb. Sir, we have Pardons too to beg of you.
Fred. Antonio and Alberto, what, turn’d Bravoes?
Cur. I am amaz’d.
Ant. You’ll cease your Wonder, Sir, when you shall know,
—Those [Braves] which formerly belong’d to you,