[Thirty-three] years have I [but] gone in travail
400 Of you, my sons; [and till] this present hour
My heavy [burthen ne’er] delivered.
The Duke, my husband, and my children both,
And you the calendars of their nativity,
[Go to a gossips’ feast, and go] with me;
405 After so long grief, [such nativity]!
Duke. With all my heart, I’ll gossip at this feast.
[Exeunt] all but Ant. S., Ant. E., Dro. S., and Dro. E.
Dro. S. Master, shall I [fetch] your stuff from [ship-board]?