Eust. Except you two, you Rascals.
Cow. Yes, we are all these, and more, if you will have it so.
Eust. And that until you are again reform'd and grown new men, you ne'ere presume to name the Court, or press into the Porter's Lodge but for a penance, to be disciplin'd for your roguery, and this done with true contrition.
Both. Yes, Sir.
Eust. You again may eat scraps, and be thankful.
Cow. Here's a cold breakfast after a sharp nights walking.
Eust. Keep your oaths, and without grumbling vanish.
Both. We are gone, Sir. [Exeunt.
Eust. May all the poorness of my spirit go with you: the fetters of my thraldom are fil'd off, and I at liberty to right my self; and though my hope in Angellina's little, my honour (unto which compar'd she's nothing) shall, like the Sun, disperse those lowring Clouds that yet obscure and dim it; not the name of Brother shall divert me, but from him, that in the world's opinion ruin'd me, I will seek reparation, and call him unto a strict accompt. Ha! 'tis near day, and if the Muses friend, Rose-cheek'd Aurora, invite him to this solitary Grove, as I much hope she will, he seldome missing to pay his vows here to her, I shall hazard to hinder his devotions—The door opens, 'tis he most certain, and by's side my Sword. Blest Opportunity.
Enter Charles.