Good Heaven preserve you, you are an excellent King.
Spa.
Farwell good Father.
Lyg.
Farwell sweet vertuous Daughter, I never was so joyfull in all my life, that I remember: shall she be a Queen? Now I perceive a man may weep for joy, I had thought they had lyed that said so.
[Exit Lygones.
Tigr.
Come my dear love.
Spa.
But you may see another may alter that again.