025 The wolves have prey’d; and look, the gentle day,
Before the wheels of Phœbus, round about
Dapples the drowsy east with spots of grey.
Thanks to you all, and leave us: fare you well.
[029] Claud. Good morrow, masters: each his several way.
030 D. Pedro. Come, let us hence, and put on other weeds;
And then to Leonato’s we will go.
[032] Claud. And Hymen now with luckier issue speed’s
[033] Than this for whom we render’d up this woe. [Exeunt.