Ant. By my troth I am sorry my wife is so obstinate, sooth, if I could yet do thee any good, I wou'd, faith I wou'd.
Mer. I thank you Sir, I have lost that passion.
Ant. Cosin Curio, you and I must be better acquainted.
Cur. It is my wish, Sir.
Ant. I should not have known you neither, 'tis so long since we saw, we were but children then: but you have shew'd your self an honest man to me.
Cur. I would be ever so.
Enter Richardo and Viola.
Moth. Look you, who's there.
And. Say nothing to me, for thy peace is made.
Rich. Sir, I can nothing say,
But that you are her Father, you can both
Not only pardon, when you have a wrong,
But love where you have most injury.