Alice. Down o' your knees, Sir,
For now you have found a Father, and that Father
That will not venture ye again in Galleys.
Mich. 'Tis true, believe her, Sir, and we all joy with ye.
Val. My best friend still: my dearest: now Heaven bless thee,
And make me worthy of this benefit.
Now my best Mistress.
Cel. Now Sir, I come to ye.
Ab. No, no, let's in Wench.
Cell. Not for the world, now, Mother,
And thus, Sir, all my service I pay to you,
And all my love to him.
Val. And may it prosper,
Take her Francisco: now no more young Callidon,
And love her dearly, for thy Father does so.
Fran. May all hate seek me else, and thus I seal it.
Val. Nothing but mirth now, friends.
Enter Hylas and Sam.