What! look upon my brother: both your [pardons],
That e'er I put between your holy looks
My ill suspicion. [This] your son-in-law,
And son unto the king, [whom heavens directing,]
Is troth-plight to your daughter. Good Paulina,
Lead us from hence, where we may leisurely
Each one demand, and answer to his part
Perform'd in this wide gap of time, since first
[We were] dissever'd: hastily lead away. [Exeunt.