Evad. Bless'd be those gentle powers that——
Gio. What, Evadne——have deceived my eyes,
Take heed, Evadne, worship not a dream,
'Tis of a smoky substance, and will shrink
Into the compass of report that 'twas,
And not reward the labour of a word.
Were it substantial! could I now but see
That man of men, I'd by my practice
Of religious prayers add to the calendar
One holy-day, and keep it once a year.
Ant. Behold Antonio!
Evad. Brother!
[To Antonio.
Aur. Brother!
[To Giovanno.
Ant. What earthquake shakes my heart!
With what a speed she flew into his arms!
Evad. Some power, that hearkens to the prayer of virgins,
Has been distill'd to pity at my fortunes,
And made Evadne happy.
Aur. Now my longing,
That was grown big, is with your sight delivered
Of a joy that will become a giant, and o'ercome me.
Welcome, thrice welcome, brother.