Though I can hardly credit what I see,
The Happiness so newly is arriv’d. To Ant.
Enter Prince, Lorenzo, and Guilliam, who comes up scraping to Cloris.
Fred. My Father is the kindest Man on Earth,
And Cloris shall be welcome to his Bosom;
Who’ll make him happy in my Reformation.
—Here, Curtius, take Laura, who, I find,
Had rather be my Sister than my Mistress:
The Duke commands it so.
Cur. Till you have pardon’d me my late Offences,