HON. Marian, I shed some tears of perfect grief.
[She falleth into a swoon.
MOR. Do not my eyes deceive me? liveth my son?
LACY. My lord and father, both alive and well,
Recover'd of my weakness. Where's my wife?
MAR. Here is my lady, your beloved wife,
Half dead to hear of your untimely end.
LACY. Look on me, Honorea; see thy lord:
I am not dead, but live to love thee still.
DUN. 'Tis God disposeth all things, as he will:
He raiseth those the wicked wish to fall.
CLIN. 'Zounds, I still watch on this enclosed ground;
For if he rise again, I'll murder him.
HON. My lord, my tongue's not able to report
Those joys my heart conceives to see thee live.
DUN. Give God the glory: he recovered thee,
And wrought this judgment on that cursed man,
That set debate and strife among ye all.
MOR. My lord, our eyes have seen a miracle,
Which after ages ever shall admire.
The Spanish doctor, standing here before us,
Is sunk into the bowels of the earth,
Ending his vile life by a viler death.