Clin. Welcome my soul! (Running up to her.)
Anti. My wish’d-for Clinia, welcome!
Clin. How fares my love?
Anti. O’erjoyed at your return.
Clin. And do I hold thee, my Antiphila,
Thou only wish and comfort of my soul!
Syrus. In, in, for you have made our good man wait.
Exeunt.