, with all the
World; 'twas then he being banisht from the Court, he left you to my
Care then very young. I receiv'd you as my own, and as more than such
educated you, and as your Father oblig'd me to do, brought you always up
about their Majesties; for he hoped, if you had Beauty and Merits, you
might inherit part of that Glory he lost.

_Mar._ This is wondrous.

_Amb._ This Truth you had not known so soon, had you not made as great
an Interest at Court as any Man so young ever did, and if I had not
acquitted my self in all Points as became the Friend of so great and
brave a Man, as Count _d'Olivarez_: the Fortune he left you was two
Millions of Crowns.

_Silv._ Let me embrace your feet for this blest News. Is not the fair
_Cleonte_ then my Sister?

_Amb._ No, Sir, but one whom long since I design'd your Wife, if you are
pleas'd to think her worthy of it.
[Offers her.

_Silv._ Without her, Sir, I do despise my Being;
And do receive her as a Blessing sent
From Heaven to make my whole Life happy.

_Amb._ What say you, _Cleonte_?

_Cleo._ Sir, I must own a Joy greater than is fit for a Virgin to
express.

_Mar._ Generous Don _Roderigo_, receive me as your Friend, and pardon
all the Fault you found in me as a Brother.
[Embraces him.

_Silv._ Be ever dear unto my Soul, _Marcel_.

_Mar._ Now is the time to present _Hippolyta_ and _Antonio_ to my
Father, whilst his Humour is so good. And you, dear Brother, I must beg
to join with us in so just a Cause.

_Silv._ You need not doubt my Power, and less my Will.

_Mar._ Do you prepare him then, whilst I bring them in: for by this I
know my Confessor has made them one.
[Exit _Marcel_.

_Silv._ Sir, I've a Suit to you.

_Amb._ You cannot ask what I can deny.

_Silv._ _Hippolyta_, Sir, is married to _Antonio_, And humbly begs your
Pardon for her past fault.

_Amb._ _Antonio_ and _Hippolyta_! oh, name them not.

Enter _Antonio_ and _Hippolyta_, a Fryar, and _Marcel_.

_Mar._ Pray, Sir, forgive them, your Honour being safe,
Since Don _Antonio_ has by marrying her,
Repair'd the Injury he did us all,
Without which I had kill'd him.

_Amb._ Thou art by Nature more severe than I,
And if thou think'st our Honour satisfy'd,
I will endeavour to forget their Faults.

_Ant._ We humbly thank you, Sir, and beg your Blessing,
At least bestow it on _Hippolyta_;
For she was ever chaste, and innocent,
And acted only what became her