Eri. Be not so full of thought
On such a day. Behold, the skies themselves
Look on my joy with a triumphant smile
Unshadow’d by a cloud.
Vit. ’Tis very meet
That heaven (which loves the just) should wear a smile
In honour of his fortunes. Now, my lord,
Forgive me if I say farewell until
Th’ appointed hour.
Eri. Lady, a brief farewell.