Ban. And
The debt for which he broke I hear you have
Compounded.
Sea. I am paid it.
Ban. Then I thank you. [Bannswright undisguises.
Ban. Son, I wish you joy.
Plot. O my bless'd stars! my father!
Ban. And to you, fair mistress,
Let it not breed repentance that I have,
For my security, to 'scape your father,
Awhile descended from myself to this
Unworthy shape. Now I can cast it off,
And be my true self. I have a ship which fame
Gave out for lost, but just now landed too,
Worth twenty thousand pounds, towards your match.
Sea. Better and better still.
Ware. Well, what was wanting
Unto our joys, and made these nuptials
Imperfect, brother, you by your discovery
Have fully added.
Enter Cypher.