Cro. I do admire 'em.
Jul. They are noble fellows,
And they shall not want, for this.
Cro. But see, Clarinda comes.
Farewel, I'll to my charge.
Enter Clarinda.
Cla. Bring out those prisoners now,
And let me see 'em, and hear their business.
Jul. I will, Madam. [Exit.
Cla. I hope she hath prevail'd upon her brother.
She has a sweet tongue, and can describe the happiness
My love is ready to fling on him.
And sure he must be glad, [and certain] wonder,
And bless the hour that brought him to this Island.
I long to hear the full joy that he labours with.
Enter Juletta, Morillat, Franvile, Lamure.
Mor. Bless thy Divine Beauty.
Fran. Mirror of sweetness.