You father, you mother, my life doth sustain,
I your babe, I your bliss, I your health am again.[162]
Forbear then your dolor, let mirth be frequented,
Let sorrow depart, and not be attempted.
Virginius. O wife, O spouse, I am content.
Mater. O husband.
Virginia. O father, we do consent.
[Sing here.
All sing this.
The trustiest treasure in earth,[163] as we see,