Or I mistake, he does not like this marriage.—
Assist us, heaven, if I divine aright,
And prosper thy own work!
Vera. [Aside.] I like not this,
But must dissemble, till I clear my doubts.—
Fortune, brave prince, has given us this allay; [To Gar.
Our joys were else too full:
An hour of sleep will bring him back restored;
Mean time we may withdraw.
Gar. [To Vict.] Come, my fair mistress, by your father's leave