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] Peridor. My hopes grow cold; I have undone myself.

Prince. Nothing:

We all join in this: the long-liv'd feud

Between the families here dies. This day

The hymenæal torches shall burn bright,—

So bright, that they shall dim the light of all

That went before. See, Sabrina too!

Tamoren. Sir, I must have much of pardon,

Not for myself alone, but for all mine.

Prince. Rise! hadst thou not deserv'd what now thou su'st for,

This day should know no clouds. [Peridor kneels to Tamoren Tamoren. Taught by the Prince's mercy, I forgive too.

Sabrina. Frighted hither, sir!

They told me you would not accept the Prince's mercy.

Samorat. Art thou not further yet in thy intelligence?

See, thy brother lives!

Sabrina. My brother!

Torcular. And 'tis the least of wonders has fall'n out.

Orsabrin. Yes, such a one as you are, fair; [To Reginella, who looks at Sabrina] and you

Shall be acquainted.

Samorat. [To Philatel and Torcular] O, could your hate, my lords, now;

Or [to the Prince] your love die!

Philatel. Thy merit has prevail'd

With me.

Torcular. And me.

Prince. And has almost with me.

Samorat,

Thou dost not doubt thy mistress' constancy?

Samorat. No, sir.

Prince. Then I will beg of her,

That, till the sun returns to visit us,

She will not give away herself for ever. Although

My hopes are faint, yet I would have 'em hopes;

And, in such jolly hours as now attend us,

I would not be a desperate thing, one made

Up wholly of despair.