Ant. Ha, her brother! Fortune has bound me so
Much in their debts, I must despair to pay 'em:
Twice has my life been by these twins of goodness
Pluck'd from the hand of death; that fatal enmity
Between our houses here shall end,
Though my father at his death commanded me
To eternity of hatred.
What tie binds stronger than reprieve from death?
Come hither, friend. Now, brother, take her,
Thou'st been a noble tailor.
Gio. Be moderate, my joys, do not o'erwhelm me:
Here, take Aurelia: may you live happy!
O Antonio! this, this was the cause of my disguise;
Sebastiano could not win Evadne's love,
But Giovanno did; come now to our father's castle.
Ant. Pardon me; there is a bar, that does
Concern my life, forbids you as a friend
To think on going to any place
But to the tailor's house, which is not far.
Come: as we go, I will relate the cause.
Aur. Do, good brother.
Evad. Go, good Sebastiano.
Gio. Sebastiano is your page, and bound to follow:
Lead on.
Ant. O noble temper, I admire thee! may
The world bring forth such tailors every day.
[Exeunt.
Enter three Tailors on a shop-board.
1st Tai. Come, come, let's work; for if my guesses point the right, we shan't work long.