Clod. I am wholly overcome, all love to women
Farewell for ever; ere you dye, your pardon;
And yours Sir; had she many years to live,
Perhaps I might look on her, as a Brother,
But as a lover never; and since all
Your sad misfortunes had original
From the barbarous Custom practis'd in my Country,
Heaven witness, for your sake I here release it;
So to your memory, chaste Wives and Virgins
Shall ever pay their vowes. I give her to you;
And wish, she were so now, as when my lust
Forc'd you to quit the Country.
Hip. It is in vain
To strive with destiny, here my dotage ends,
Look up Zenocia, health in me speaks to you;
She gives him to you, that by divers ways,
So long has kept him from you: and repent not,
That you were once my servant, for which health
In recompence of what I made you suffer,
The hundred thousand Crowns, the City owes me,
Shall be your dower.
Man. 'Tis a magnificent gift, Had it been timely given.
Hip. It is believe it, Sulpitia.
Enter a Servant, and Sulpitia.
Sulp. Madam.
Hip. Quick, undoe the charm; Ask not a reason why; let it suffice, It is my will.
Sulp. Which I obey and gladly. [Exit.
Man. Is to be married, sayest thou?
Ser. So she sayes Sir, And does desire your presence. [They are born off in chairs.