Both. And till troth
Be in both,
All shall love, to love anew.

1. Tell me more yet can they grieve?

2. Yes, and sicken sore, but live:
And be wise, and delay,
When you men are as wise as they.

Both. Then I see
Fai[th] will be,
Never till they both believe.

Fran. Clora, come hither; who are these below there?

Clor. Where?

Fran. There.

Clor. Ha? I should know their shapes
Though it be darkish; there are both our Brothers,
What should they make thus late here?

Fran. What's the tother?

Clor. What tother?