Ment. He took it from me,
And sent me forth so thin, and so unmade up,
As if I had been a Foot-boy.
Bap. O my fury!
I must now ask thee forgiveness, that my rashness,
Bred out of too much friendship, did expose thee
To so eminent a danger; which I vow
I will revenge on the whole Family:
All the calamities of my whole life,
My banishment from Genoa, my wifes loss
Compar'd to this indignity, is nothing;
Their Family shall repair't; it shall be to them
Like a plague, when the Dog-star reigns most hot:
An Italian's revenge may pause, but's ne'er forgot. [Exit.
Ment. I would I had conceal'd this from my Father,
For my interest in Clarissa; my care now
Must be to untangle this division,
That our most equal flames may be united;
And from these various and perturbed streames,
Rise, like a sweet Morn, after terrible dreams.— [Exit.
Enter Clarissa and Cæsario.
Clar. Brother, I am happy in your recovery.
Cæs. And I Sister, am ever best pleased in your happiness:
But I miss a toy should be on your finger.
Clar. My Ring; this morning when I wash't
I put it off, 'tis in my Window.
Ces. Where's your Looking-glass?
Clar. Here, Sir.
Ces. 'Tis a fair one.