Their woes are ended. Ere thou camest hither
The king was here; and in his kindest mood
Granted their liberty.
Fer.Thy prayers, lady,
Must be the sweetest incense that from earth
Perfumes God’s mercy-seat: He bends to soften
The heart that thou beseechest.
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Al.Stay, ’tis thus.
They are given to me to grace my bridal.