Bert. I will do it,
And, what's more, in despite of sorrow, live
To see myself undone, beyond all hope
To be made up again.
Syl. My blood begins
To come to my heart again.
Cam. Pray you, signior Sylli,
Call in the holy friar: he's prepared
For finishing the work.
Syl. I knew I was
The man: heaven make me thankful! [Exit.
Rob. Who is this?
Ast. His father was the banker of Palermo,
And this the heir of his great wealth: his wisdom
Was not hereditary.
Aurel. For my part,
I cannot guess the issue.
Re-enter Sylli with Father Paulo.
Syl. Do your duty;
And with all speed you can, you may despatch us.
Paul. Thus, as a principal ornament to the church,
I seize her.