Duke. O liv'd my Euphrata and Constantine, How gladly would I all my griefe resigne.
Albert. On that condition, and with this besides, That you be pleas'd to pardon us and them, We doe referre our persons to your mercie.
Duke. My daughter, my deare sonne in law,
Vertuous Alberto? then, my friend,
My joyes are at the highest, make this plaine
How these sav'd drownd, as Fredericke has bin slaine.
Albert. Presuming on the example of these friends,
And know we are all actors in this plot
Boldly presented your presence, with this minde,
If pardoning them your grace would pardon us;
If otherwise, this was the joy of either,
That death's lesse painefull when friends die together.
Duke. We doe receive you all into our favour,
And my faire Dutchesse; my unkind divorce
Shall be confounded with a second marriage,
I here receive thee once more as my wife.
Val. You have your childeren, I have paid that debt, You have divorc'd me, therefore I am free, And henceforth I will be at libertie.
Duke. Theres no divorce can part thee from thy Lord.
Valen. Like to unkindnesse there is no divorce, I will no more be won unto your bed, But take some course to lament my life mislead.
Duke. Canst thou live better then in sacred wedlock?
Valen. Wedlocke to me is unpleasing, since my Lord Hath broke the band of marriage with unkindnesse.