Duke. Since it hath pleas'd heaven
To grace us with this miracle, I that am
Heavens instrument here, determine thus; Alberto
Be not unthankful for the blessings shown you,
Nor you Baptista; discord was yet never
A welcome sacrifice; therefore rage laid by,
Embrace as friends, and let pass'd difference
Be as a dream forgotten.
Bap. 'Tis to me.
Alber. And me, and thus confirm it.
Duke. And to tye it
In bonds not to be broken, with the marriage
Of young Mentivole, and fair Clarissa,
So you consent great Lady, your Biancha
Shall call Cæsario Husband.
Julia. 'Tis a motion I gladly yield to.
Cesar. One in which you make a sad man happy. [Offers to kneel.
Bian. Kneel not, all forgiven.
Duke. With the Duke your Uncle I will make attonement, and will have no denial.
Enter Host, Forobosco, Clown and Officers.
Mar. Let this day be still held sacred.