Don Fer. Give me joy, Alphonso; Father Benedick, in this dear and wished-for union, has this moment made me the happiest of mankind.
Don Alph. Then it is certain all you have told me of my Victoria?
Vict. True, indeed, Alphonso, that name really belongs to me.
Don Alph. No matter, as neither lineage, name, or fortune, caught my heart, let her forfeit all, she is still dear to her Alphonso.
Don Fer. Courage, Alphonso—I'll answer you shall be no exception to the general joy of this happy night.
Don Alph. Happy, indeed, if blest with my Lorenza.
AIR XVII.—ALPHONSO.
Come, ye hours, with bliss replete,
Bear me to my charmer's feet!
Cheerless winter must I prove,