Eug. I do forgive you freely. Now to you,
Grave sir, in whose rich bounty it must lie,
To make me happy in conferring on me
So bright a jewel as Artemia,
'Tis your consent I beg.
Free. You have it freely;
Her heart I know she gave you long ago,
And here I give her hand.
Eug. A richer gift
Than any monarch of the world can give:
Bless'd happiness? Gently my joys distil,[20]
Lest you do break the vessel you should fill.
Enter Barnet, Dotterel, Lady Whimsey.
Euph. Here comes another couple to make up
The day's festivity. Joy to you, madam!
Lady W. Thanks, noble Euphues.
Dot. We have tied the knot,
That cannot be undone: this gentleman is witness
Of it.
Bar. Yes, I saw it finish'd.
Lady W. Mistress Artemia, as I suppose,
I may pronounce as much to you?
Art. You may as much as I shall wish your ladyship.