_Pros._ Pray you interrupt me not, Now to my fortunes; the girl well dispos'd of With a faithful friend of mine, my cruel fate Made me a prisoner to the _Turkish_ Gallies, Where for 12 years, these hands tugg'd at the Oar, But fortune tyr'd at length with my afflictions, Some Ships of _Maltha_ met the _Ottoman_ Fleet, Charg'd them, and boarded them, and gave me freedom. With my deliverers I serv'd, and got Such reputation with the great Master That he gave me command over a tall And lusty ship, where my first happy service Was to redeem _Alberto_ rumour'd dead, But was like me surpriz'd by _Cortugogly_. _Alber._ I would I had died there. _Pros._ And from him learning _Baptista_ liv'd, and their dissolv'd friendship, I hois'd up sails for _Greece_, found _Juliana_ A votary at her Beads; having made known Both that you liv'd, and where you were: she borrow'd So much from her devotion, as to wish me To bring her to you; if the object please you, With joy receive her. _Bapt._ Rage and fury leave me. [_Throws away his sword._ I am so full of happiness, there's no room left To entertain you, oh my long lost Jewel, Light of mine eyes, my souls strength. _Julia._ My best Lord, having embrac'd you thus, Death cannot fright me. _Bapt._ Live long to do so, though I should fix here. Pardon me _Prospero_, though I enquire my daughters fortune. _Pros._ That your happiness May be at all parts perfect, here she is! _Ces. Biancha_, daughter to a Princess. _Pros._ True with my faithful Host I left her, And with him till now she hath resided, Ignorant both of her birth and greatness. _Bap._ Oh my blest one. Joy upon joy o'erwhelms me. _Duke._ Above wonder. _Alb._ I do begin to melt too, this strange story Works much upon me. _Duke._ Since it hath pleas'd heaven To grace us with this miracle, I that am Heavens instrument here, determine thus; _Alberto_ Be not unthankful for the blessings shown you, Nor you _Baptista_; discord was yet never A welcome sacrifice; therefore rage laid by, Embrace as friends, and let pass'd difference Be as a dream forgotten. _Bap._ 'Tis to me. _Alber._ And me, and thus confirm it. _Duke._ And to tye it In bonds not to be broken, with the marriage Of young _Mentivole_, and fair _Clarissa_, So you consent great Lady, your _Biancha_ Shall call _Cæsario_ Husband. _Julia._ 'Tis a motion I gladly yield to. _Cesar._ One in which you make a sad man happy. [_Offers to kneel._ _Bian._ Kneel not, all forgiven. _Duke._ With the Duke your Uncle I will make attonement, and will have no denial. _Enter Host_, Forobosco, _Clown and Officers_. _Mar._ Let this day be still held sacred. _Host._ Now if you can conjure, let the Devil unbind you.