Arth. At length, at length, I have thee in my arms;
Though our malevolent stars have struggled hard,
And held us long asunder.
Em. We are so fitted for each other's hearts,
That heaven had erred, in making of a third,
To get betwixt, and intercept our loves.
Osw. Were there but this, this only sight to see,
The price of Britain should not buy my stay.
Mer. Take hence that monster of ingratitude:
Him, who betrayed his master, bear him hence;