[The Brothers cast away their Swords and embrace.
Gis. My hearts joy flows through my eyes.
Aub. May never Womans tongue
Hereafter be accus'd, for this ones Goodness.
Otto. If we contend, from this hour, it shall be
How to o'recome in brotherly affection.
Rol. Otto is Rollo now, and Rollo, Otto,
Or as they have one mind, rather one name:
From this attonement let our lives begin,
Be all the rest forgotten.
Aub. Spoke like Rollo.
Soph. And to the honour of this reconcilement,
We all this night will at a publick Feast
With choice Wines drown our late fears, and with Musick
Welcome our comforts.
Bald. Sure and certain ones. [Exeunt.
[Manent Grandpree, Verdon, Trevile and Duprete.
Grand. Did ever such a hopeful business end thus?