Val. Then I am paid;
And once again I do receive thee honest.
Who by repentance is not satisfied
Is nor of heaven nor earth, for these are pleas’d.
By penitence the Eternal’s wrath’s appeas’d;
And, that my love may appear plain and free,
All that was mine in Silvia I give thee.
Julia. O me unhappy! (Swoons.)
Pro. Look to the boy.
Val. Why, boy! why, wag! how now! What’s the matter? Look up; speak.
Jul. O good sir, my master charg’d me to deliver a ring to Madame Silvia, which, out of my neglect, was never done.
Pro. Where is that ring, boy?
Jul. Here ’tis; this is it.
Pro. How? let me see!
Why this is the ring I gave to Julia.
Jul. O, cry you mercy, sir, I have mistook;
Pro. But how cam’st thou by this ring? At my depart
I gave this unto Julia.