Bel. Thy word Fool,
Break that, and I'll break all thy fortunes yet.
Dutch. He shall not,
I am witness to his faith: and I'll compel it.
Sy. 'Tis fit ye hold your word, Sir.
Sil. Oh most wretched.
Dutch. This was a fortune now beyond my wishes,
For now my Daughter's free, if e'er I find her.
Sy. But not from me.
Dutch. You are sharer in this happiness,
My self will wait upon this marriage,
And do the old woman all the honor possible.
Sy. I'll lead the Knight, and what there wants in dalliance,
We'll take it out in drink.
Sil. Oh wretched Silvio. [Exeunt.